Chapter 1: Fred's funeral
May 4, 1998
Outside the burrow
It's been two days since the battle of hogwarts. Voldemort finally gone, the wizarding world is safe once again.
The whole wizarding world celebrating the death of the dark lord, the most evil wizard of all time. To many deaths on both sides, children became orphans, mothers who lost their children, dead brothers, lovers, bestfriends. To many deaths, to many heartbreaks...
But life goes on, it has to...
But to Ginny Weasley, life didn't seem to go on. After all, she had lost a lot. She hadn't thought about this even for a moment in her life, but there she was, attending her brother's funeral and the day after tomorrow she'd be attending her bestfriend's Colin Creevey, the one who had her back in her second year when she had nobody, the one who supported her in whatever she does and always had her back. She couldn't handle the idea that the one who always had been with her to comfort her when her older siblings were always busy with their friends was now dead.
She lost Tonks, the woman that she considered as her older sister, and her favourite teacher Lupin.
She was now sitting next to her friends, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom who were currently holding hands. In front of her the rest of her family and Hermione who comforted her brother Ron, and there were a lot of people around her, some of them she did recognise from hogwarts. She felt happy for her two bestfriends and her brother getting with Hermione, after all she's a really nice witch and a good friend.
But suddenly this feeling of happiness had been replaced by sadness, no not sadness but emptyness, when she remembered a certain black haired boy with a pair of green eyes, the one and only Harry Potter. She didn't see him after the battle. She searched every single corner for him, she didn't find him. He didn't come to her brother's funeral, he didn't come to see her, to know how she's feeling now, to comfort her, he didn't...
She kept asking herself what is he waiting for? Why didn't he come back after the war? Didn't he want to see her?
Does he ever going to come back?
Suddenly she couldn't hear anything. She looked up, she saw people's mouthes moving but she didn't hear them. She had that sudden urge to cry, she couldn't handle it anymore. She felt her eyes watering, she didn't want people seeing her like that, she didn't want to make it harder on her mother. So, she stood up from her seat, searching with her eyes for a place, a quiet place, an empty place to cry her eyes out.
When she finally found one, ten meters behind the burrow, there was a lake, nobody was there. She turned around and started heading to it. When she was heading there, her eyes cought a glimpse of a tall pale figure with platinum blond hair and a pair of grey eyes. She couldn't believe herself. Was he real? Or her own imagination? And if he was real, what was he doing in a Weasley's funeral?!
They made one eye contact and then he seems to be running, running away. She was now sure he was real. She tried to follow him but he suddenly vanished into the crowd and disappeared.
From that day on, Ginny Weasley couldn't stop asking herself WHAT THE HELL WAS DRACO MALFOY DOING AT HER BROTHER'S FUNERAL?!!