When Darkness Becomes LIght

A/N: Ahh….how nice. Your wonderful author has decided to write a sad fic….J Well, it STARTS out sad!! JJ

Disclamer: I don't own HP char. J.K. Rowling does, I don't own the poem Sara Teasdales does…mmk? Poem will be in stars and some words are changed…me not making money off this!!



"Harry Potter had only been 21 when he died. He had died saving his daughter from the most evil and dark wizard that ever had lived, Voldemort.

"In the process he had killed Voldemort. But, he hadn't saved himself. He cared more about the wonderful world he lived in then his life. Today we pay respect to this man. This man who showed bravery beyond what any of us ever has. We will first hear from his wife, and the mother of his daughter, Virginia Weasley." Dumbledore stepped off the platform and helped Ginny up. She was holding a small girl in her arms. The girl had black hair, and green eyes.

She set the girl down next to her and straightened her skirt. She picked up the microphone and pulled out a piece of old paper.

"I'd like to share with you a letter that Harry wrote to me when I was in Hogwarts, and he was off finding a job." She cleared her throat and said clearly:

"Dearest Ginny,

I miss you so much and I long to be with you. As I walk around this new world, all I can think about is the day I knew I loved you. I was in Hogwarts, still. A young man of 15. I was still getting over Cedric's Death, Here, I made a poem out of it, hope you like it, love:

*I was alone in the night,
On a dark hill,
With Pines around me
Spicy and still
And a heaven full of stars,
Over my Head,
White and Topaz
And Misty Red;
Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire, The Eons,
Cannot vex or tire.
Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching,
Stately and still,
And I know that I
Am honored to be.
A witness of so much Beauty*

I will love you forever and always,
Harry Potter"

Ginny wiped her eyes, and took the hand of her daughter.
As she stepped down from the podium the spectators saw her rub her bulging belly.

"Thank you Mrs. Potter. Now a few words from Mr. Weasley. The best friend to Mr. Harry Potter." Dumbledore said from the side as Ron walked up to the podium.

"Hullo. Um…I really don't think I can express in words how much Harry meant to me. He was my first real friend. None of my other brothers were ever there and my sister was well, a girl. He wasn't only A wizard known to his word at the age of one, but he was all a man could ask for in a friend." Ron looked over the thousands of heads and smiled. He walked off the stage, a single tear flowing over his dry cheek.

The next to take the podium was Hermione. She came up, a lot more then one tear rolling down her cheeks and cleared her throat.

"I don't really have a poem or a huge speech. All I have to say is, that I thank Harry for everything in my life. I thank him for getting my position as Junior Minister. I thank him for my wonderful husband and for my beautiful daughter. Without Harry, my life would not be the same. There were so many times that I wanted to call it quits and tell everyone I was a squib, but just a look into his green eyes that had been so full of hardship and to see them sparkle made me think that if he can get right back up after his parents dying, being raised by monsters and facing the same evil wizard year, after year made me think that my life was so very easy. I guess I did have a long speech, huh? Well, Thank you for listening, and thank you Harry, I hope you can hear me." She then started to cry uncontrollably and a small red haired gril that looked to be about 3 ran onto the stage and hugged her. Hermione wrapped her arms around her and walked off the stage, soon to be met by Ron.

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Harry had seen and heard it all. Not in a spiritual sense, but in a live sense. He hated doing this, but he had to fake his death. Just because Voldemort was dead didn't mean his followers were dead. He remembered Draco saying that is didn't die that night that his family would be killed.

So he'd acted like he was dead. He had been taken to a mortuary and there he used magic to make a copy of himself, which he'd left there, escaping in the night.

While Harry was pondering his thoughts in the back of the service, behind a group of bushes a small black haired, green eyed, 2-year old girl walked over to him and tapped his shoulder.

"Daddy? Is that you?! Why are you playing Hide-and-go seek? You made mommy cry!" Harry was shocked to see his daughter, Annabelle, that he barley had time to put a finger over his mouth when he heard,

"Bell, sweety, who are you talking to? Oh, My God! HARRY!!!!" Ginny Potter yelled.


a/n: I know it was short…did u like? Was it a shocker? Huh? You want me to add more?? Huh? Huh?? Cool!