"… she leaves three little children behind who need our consolation and our help in this hard time… "
Harry stopped listening to the priests voice. He was already talking for an hourand nothing sounded like her. He looked back to the coffin. The whole time tears had occasionally fallen down his cheek and when he thought of Her, lying in there, itmade him cry even more. Quickly he turned his gaze towards the three little children. Two boys and a girl that, although were Her children, looked almost nothing like Her or her husband.
The oldest was standing stoic beside his only relatives left, his grandmother and his siblings. He had smooth platinum-blond hair that fell in his face and light blue eyes. His younger brother, who looked just like him, was standing stiff, with clenched fists by his side. His eyes were full of water and he just looked down on the dirt underneath his shoes.
Harry's eyes darted down to the little girl, hugging herself with heartbreaking, uncontrolled sobs. He saw her watery eyes and quickly looked away, because of his aching heart at the sight of her chocolate-brown coloured eyes that were just like her mothers.
Oh, her mother… what would he give just to get her back to live. He looked down to his silently crying wife. In the middle of the ceremony she had not been able to take it anymore and he had hugged her, so that the cries were muffled by his chest. He was just glad that she was alive. Had it not been for Her, she would be dead by now, too.
He remembered it well:
The women and the children were together hiding at Grimmauld Place, the old headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. It was the last battle and all the male members were out on the battlefield fighting the Death Eaters and of course Voldemort. When Voldemort's followers saw that they were loosing, they made the desperate attempt to change everything and stormed the headquarters. The girls were unprepared for this attack and panicked. Only She stood up against them and killed the attackers until Voldemort himself came…
Everything calmed down since then. Voldemort was dead and his followers were on trial. Everybody started a new life and even though they had to grieve for many friends, all tried to look in the new and bright future.
"… let us all say a prayer in blessing for our beloved wife, mother and friend!"