For the first time in his memory, the Burrow was silent but for the occasional sob from Mrs. Weasley. Nobody could speak and even after the service ended, most people remained quiet to remember those who had fallen in battle. Remus and Nymphadora Lupin, Fred Weasley, Colin Creevey, and many others had been lost, but nobody could say that they died in vain; they had died so that many others could live.
Ron and Hermione sat together, his arm around her, her head on his shoulder. Seven years they had been friends and now they were so much more. Neville, Luna, Dean, Seamus and many other members of Dumbledore's Army sat together while Harry Stayed in the back with Andromeda and Teddy. He knew that he had to help with his godson, but he had no idea what he was supposed to do. Just being there seemed good enough for now.
When the funeral was over, Harry disapperated and reappeared at Shell Cottage; he wanted to give Dobby a better goodbye now that he had more time.
"Goodbye, Dobby," he said after a while. "Without your help, everything would have turned out so differently."
He sat there for a few more minutes before the sound of a twig snapping brought him back. He pulled out his wand and spun around just to be sure that it was someone he knew.
"I thought you might be here," Ginny said quietly. "Bill and Fleur brought me along so I could say goodbye to him, too."
She kneeled down next to him and they sat in silence. Harry took her hand and just held it until it got dark.
"We're having dinner tonight at the Burrow. Not too many of us," she added as Harry opened his mouth to decline. "We celebrated Mad Eye's life after he died, why not do the same for everyone else?"
"Fine," he said. Ginny took his arm and with the familiar sensation of his lungs being crushed, they were back at the Burrow.
New story. I read DH 3 times, so I decided to write something new on that. Read and review!
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