A cold drizzle accompanied the small funeral procession as they made their way from the chapel to the private graveyard. No one said a word as they trudged through the rain, hands sinking deeper into pockets, grey faces turned to the ground.
The priest struck up another sombre recital as all gathered around the newly dug grave. The smell of damp earth and lilies hung in the air, and the pattering of rain on umbrellas filled the quiet left by the crowd. No one spoke as the casket was slowly lowered into the earth. Draco watched it go, and felt no remorse - no twinge of loss or anguish, no regret for what had been or what could have been. Only Narcissa cried, and her tears mixed with the rain as she stepped forward to sprinkle the first handful of earth over her husband's coffin.
In truth, Draco felt very little at all as his father's body was sealed forever beneath the ground, and in later years it would only be the oppressive grey of the sky that day that he recalled at all.
Written for: 'The Game of Life' Challenge. Prompt: funeral.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
CC cover image (entitled 'rain lily') courtesy of Wil Macaulay on Flickr.
A/N: My shortest fic yet, I hope I captured the moment :) Let me know what you think! GG x