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A Sunny Cemetery
She was laughing. Why in all Merlin's bloody hell was she laughing? She shouldn't be laughing. Or giggling. Or even smiling. She should be crying like the rest of her friends and family who stood so solemnly surrounding the grave. She should be hiding her face in her hands to curtail the gut-wrenching sobs pouring out of her body. But the hands clasped so tightly over her mouth weren't there to choke her sobs or wipe away uncontrollable tears, but to keep the overwhelming laughter, building so forcefully in her chest, at bay.
She wasn't happy by any means. No one could possibly believe that she could be happy watching one of her best friends being lowered into the moist earth, watching the glassy top of his black coffin glinting harshly in the far too cheerful sunlight. No. No one would believe she was happy.
Yet she couldn't stop laughing. I mean, the absurdity of it! Who would have believed that after surviving 29 years of horrible relatives, hexes, curses, the personal vendetta of a raving madman, and a highly stressful job at the Ministry of Magic, Harry Potter, the fucking 'Boy Who Lived', would be killed by a renegade taxi-cab in the middle of muggle London. It was too mundane. Too normal. He'd survived the worst that magic could throw at him and he was killed by a car? The absurdity of it…
But it had happened. And now they were burying him, mourning him, saying goodbye to him in the bright little cemetery outside of Hogsmeade.
And she was laughing.
But she wouldn't let anyone see it. Too many people were depending on her, looking to her, expecting things of her. She wouldn't let them see her cracking through the center. Especially not Ginny. She would stay strong for Ginny. For the beautiful, headstrong, amazing woman standing strong beside her. For this incredible woman who'd lost her hope, her love, her life, all in one swift instant. In fact, Ginny Potter was the only thing keeping her from falling to the grass and rolling about in horrendous fits of laughter.
She gave herself a harsh mental slap.
'Pull yourself together, damn it!'
Slowly Hermione pulled her hands from her mouth, lowering an arm to wrap it around her friend's back. The younger woman turned into her, pressing her face into Hermione's shoulder. She could feel the tears soaking her sweater.
She'd stay strong for Ginny. Ginny needed her now.
Above their heads the sun blinked too cheerfully in the cloudless sky.
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Just a teaser of sorts. Next chap. will be up soon! Review if you like it. If you don't, oh well. I tried. Thanks for reading!