Something different. I've not written something like this before.
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A lone figure sat on the grassy bank of the gentle slope. He watched the flames leap into the sky, a beacon of hope in the world of darkness.
A wizarding tradition. To help the spirits of the dead find their paths to heaven, even in the dark recesses of the labyrinth between life and death.
The memorial service had passed in a blur for Harry. He didn't remember a single word that had been uttered throughout the ceremony. Hundreds of visitors had come to Hogwarts to celebrate, yet mourn at the same time. For the love and life lost for Voldemort's cause.
He glanced at the crowd, each expression different, yet strangely similar. The feeling of a new beginning, but the grief of losing a loved one remained.
So many people had died to help him. Harry Potter. Guilt coursed powerfully through him as he watched the huddle of Weasleys standing near the castle.
Mrs. Weasley had lost a son because of him.
Hedwig had lost her life for him.
Teddy would never experience the love of his parents, because of him.
Snape had gone.
Dumbledore had left.
So many had died, he didn't even know half the people who had supported the war.
His attention was drawn towards Ginny who was sobbing in her mother's arms. The threat had gone, they would be able to be together without any danger to her life.
Was it wrong to feel so happy?
Was it selfishness?
The Malfoys, Parkinsons and Zabinis were stood just outside the entrance. They looked helpless, their entire lives had been wasted serving Voldemort and now that he was gone they did not know how to survive.
The once proud boy, Draco Malfoy, now stood huddled behind his mother. His cloak in tatters, covered in dirt, his pale blond hair matted in blood.
Lucius looked strangely dead, his eyes blank and his face was sallow, unhealthy.
They all awaited trial, it would seal their fate.
Wrenching his eyes away from the Slytherins, he turned his gaze towards his best friends.
Hermione had silent tears coursing down her cheeks, Ron had his arm around her awkwardly, as if he wasn't sure this was the right thing to do.
Harry cracked a small smile.
The Grangers were stood behind them, Hermione had found them safe in Australia.
The sky darkened and he wrapped his cloak tightly around him, there was a chill in the air, the breeze biting as if it felt the pain.
The fire died itself out.
Many of the mourners were coming forward and placing flowers their in honour of their loved ones.
He watched as the petals scattered, mixing with the ashes.
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