A/N: I'm new at writing so I just wanted to try out this one-shot tell me what you think.

It wasn't a particularly memorable day, warm and a little over cast. I thought it should have been raining, with thunder, a lot of thunder. The weather should have reflected how I felt that day and yet it was peaceful, you would have liked it.

Even so, I felt like screaming and crying the whole ride to Godric's Hollow, and of course we were forced to drive there, cant even be allowed a quick portkey to get this whole thing over with. Sorry I know how you loved muggle cars, but the ride there and back was the longest part of the day.

The funeral wasn't even lengthy, I mean I've never really been to one before, well actually remember going to one, I don't know if I went to my parents funeral at the end of the war. I should have asked. I should have asked a lot.

Looking at your grave afterwards, I just wanted to be with you one last time, talk to you, hear your voice but I know that's impossible. I want to ask you why you had to leave me, scream your name, tell you to come back, pound the ground in front of your grave, anything to get you back. But I know it wont do a thing, know that I'll never hear your voice, see your smile, your laugh, feel your hugs again, and that thought alone just hurts. It kills me. I cant metamorph anymore you know. Not even the tiniest bit of blue will appear in my hair, and I don't think it ever will again. Merlin, I feel like breaking down again.

You said you would always be there for me, that after my Mom, Dad and Grandfather died in the war, you wouldn't leave me too. I guess a promise like that to a four year old doesn't hold much weight.

I guess even the great Harry Potter can die, I just don't get why it had to be now, and with that last parting though it became too much, I had to leave. I don't think I could stand looking at your grave for one more second knowing that all I had left of you was white marble in the ground.

Harry Potter

July 31, 1980 –May 21, 2015

A loving father, godfather and friend

On to the next great adventure