She didn't know why she was here, she had never liked him when they were children. He had been Lily's friend, not hers. Infact, she could go as far to say that she hated him, and yet, here she was. One of very few attending the funeral of Severus Snape. She had debated to come or not, and had decided not too, but on the last second she had changed her mind. She knows they pronounce him a hero now, and before that they called him the villain. She wonders if anyone knows he was once just a rude boy in a park. She knows his story, her nephew had told her what had become of the mean boy from the park and to say she was surprised was a understatement. She hears he was a spy, lived his life in lies and deceit, she cannot understand this, as children, he could never lie to Lily, how could he possibly lie to the world. She wonders if she is the only one who remembers the terrible liar that he used to be. She wonders what Lily would say, if she could see what he had become, would she be proud that she was right about him all along, as children they had argued many times and her sister had always insisted that he was a good person, or was she angry that he had, from the stories she heard at least, allowed to lose himself completely.
There are eight people, including herself, in the small church. Neither of his parents are here, she reminds herself that they are dead. Her Nephew is here, along with two friends, and sat apart are four people, a elderly woman, a very small old man, a large overweight man and a small, squat woman. She can't see their faces as she sits behind them, at the back and as far from the coffin as she can. She wonders how they knew him, did they like him?, or know him?, from what she's heard he wasn't very popular, she can certainly understand why. Did he have friends?, or was Lily the only one that ever cared?. She remembers towards the end of the friendship, she had overheard Lily complaining to Severus about the company he kept at school, where were they now?, why wasn't they here for the final goodbye of their fallen school friend.
She thinks about how he died, she had heard that too, she never liked snakes and to think that one of them had sunk its teach into a man and taken his life sends chills down her spine, to think that the man is the small boy she once knew makes her feel cold, she always pictures him young, never old, even when she pictures his death, he lies dying in her head, looking no older that ten years old. Its time to bury the coffin, and her nephew, his red-headed friend, the large man who she now sees has a large moustache and most surprisingly the tall elderly woman are too carry the coffin, she thinks its time for her to leave, she doesn't want to stay and watch them place him in the ground. She cannot understand why. Before anyone can see her presence, she walks from the church.