The Ending of a Legend
It is raining this day, and oh, how I will remember this day for as long as I live. I don't think I will ever forget the faces, tear stained and lost. I hadn't known them and they didn't know me, but I became a witness to the closing of a very long and sad chapter in our history. The legend of one Harry Potter now lays to rest in the freshly dug grave before me, it seems so wrong. His life was really never his, it seemed he was always destined to fight the evil that soiled our kind. He was truth in world consumed with half-truths and lies, and even through it all, he was the most human of us in our wizarding world.
We were born different and special and we took this for granted. We forgot what it was like to be responsible for what we have and our way of life. We knew that yes, muggles weren't supposed to know we existed and a sort of prejudice formed and clouded our views of the world. We were a few among the many. Harry knew this, and he loved his gift and his friends. He loved the people around him and even the ones he couldn't name. He had a passion that really shouldn't have ended, but ended it did.
He saved us all. He was the sacrifice and we the unlikely recipients of his destiny. Without him, we would be trapped in the darkness that Voldmort would have forced on our world. It is so unfair that something so bright burnt out so soon.
So, here I stand waiting for this day to end. Hoping that my beginning will be worth it all. He didn't know me, and I didn't known him, but all the same I am grateful that I am alive and free. I look and see the faces of his two closest friends, Hermione and Ron. They look so lost. I notice how they lean into each other, clasping hands for support. The Weasleys stand a united wall behind them, offering their silent strength. There was a sea of people and no one knew him any more than I did, but they came to honor his memory. The-Boy-Who-Lived, lived no more.
As the service came to an end up and the people who where closest to him remained, I stood back to watch some more. I needed to really know who, Harry Potter was, the person outside the undeniable legend. I couldn't help but wonder how the amazing Trio will survive now that they're only two. From what I know, they were what kept Harry going, they where his truest friends, they were the people who loved him, and liked him for him and not his fame. I wonder what that type of loyalty felt like, that deep kind of friendship that kept them at his side all the way to the end.
I believe the truest irony of it all was that when Harry died it was in the arms of his archrival at school. Draco Malfoy, the inheritor of the great Malfoy name and fortune was there in the last dark moments of Harry's life. It was whispered that Draco came to fight beside his dark lord only to realize that darkness came with a deadly price. That price and I am not sure what that was, was too much for Draco to pay, and he betrayed his master in the end. It still was to late for Harry, his death was iminate anyway. As I was told, Draco held onto the bleeding and broken form of Harry and Draco was weeping senselessly. It was a gruesome battlefield and so many were carried away. I didn't miss the fact that Draco wasn't here; he most likely would not have been welcome at Harry's funeral.
As the last of the mourners drifted away, I steped forward and walked closer to Harry's grave. At once I felt at awe and despair for standing this close to the legend that was Harry Potter. So as this day drew to a close, I said my final goodbyes, and I turned away. I am alive and I must go on, it's all we can do.
With the rain pouring down, I walked away. This day is done.