Author's note: This work is dedicated to Paulo, who had been my best friend since we were five. He recently commited suicide, and honestly, I would have wanted to keep the resurrection stone, just to talk to him one last time.
Dear Harry,
I understand your reasons, mate, but I wish you had kept the Resurrection Stone a bit longer. I just wanted to talk to him one last time.
George W.
The hand stroking the owl that had delivered the letter had gone limp, and Harry wondered what the drop of clear fluid that had appeared on the paper was.
It was a tear, he realized, and watched, frozen in place, as more appeared.
One.
Two.
And then they blurred together and It was impossible to count anymore.