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Chapter 2:
An hour later, he walked out of the hospital and prepared to disapparate. He felt a great weight pressing down on him, but he also felt numb. Everything seemed fuzzy and unsure. He couldn't think. He was swaying and his face was blank. Lily put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"We're here," she swallowed back a sob, "It's never going to be okay, but we're here."
He nodded, forced a sad smile, and when her hand dropped, he waved goodbye and disappeared with a crack.
He was back in his empty home. The room was small but bright. Too bright. He walked around the small perimeter of his living room and kitchen and closed his blinds. He was too tired to walk up the stairs to his room so he lay on the couch. He fell asleep, and when he woke up 5 hours later, he felt more tired than when he went to sleep.
He got up and went to make himself food. He tried to focus, but his head felt like it was clogged with fog. An owl swooped into his his kitchen, screeching far too loudly and dropping 3 letters. One was from his mother, one was from the Granger-Weasleys, and one was from Leo, his best friend. He knew the second two would be condolences, and he wasn't ready to read those, so he looked at the one from his mother. It was talking about when they were going to have the funeral. A wave of crushing static fell over Albus. He couldn't breathe. He felt everything and nothing. The world was moving on around him and he couldn't keep up. The funeral was already being planned. His father was gone. Everything was moving so fast.
He moved to the table in between the kitchen and his living room and sat down. Albus looked back at the letter and read on. The private funeral was being held in two weeks. Two weeks? That's so little time. The public funeral was in a month, then they would take his body to major wizarding cities around the globe, before he was buried in the graveyard at Godric's Hollow. Of course, he thought, his face twisting, everyone wants to gawk at the dead man who saved the world. He wanted to scream but couldn't find a reason.
Albus tried to keep his mind off of it. He picked up a book off the coffee table, and scanned the pages, without taking anything in. He put the book down and tried desperately to do something. He couldn't find anything to distract himself, so he sat and thought about it. He can't be gone, Albus said to himself, he just can't. He can't be gone, he won't be, I won't let him be… but he is. He can't be! Albus screamed in his head. Tears began to prick at his eyes. I can't go on without him. Why should I go on without him?
He went back to the couch and fell asleep, only to be awakened by the screeching of another owl. It was asking if he would come to go through his father's papers. Albus felt a sharp coldness rise in him. How could they all want to move on so quickly? He wasn't ready to move on, but felt compelled to go. He had to be there. He couldn't let them take everything left of his father.
He began packing a couple minutes later. He didn't want to bring black. He didn't want to admit his father was gone. He felt compelled to anyways. He folded his darker colors and some of his black shirts into his suitcase. It was noon when he dissaperated. The day he arrived they got right to work. While going through a box of Harry's old papers, Albus tucked away one of his father's old notebook to read for later.
That evening, they had a family dinner in the dining room. His mother was at one end, and Uncle Ron was at the other. He sat next to his sister and his brother, and across from them was the rest of the Granger-Weaslys along with his Grandmother. He picked at his food, but couldn't eat. His father was gone, and they were talking happily about him and his life. He couldn't take it, he stood and quietly stated "I'm not hungry, I'm going to go to my room now."
He heard his mother getting up to follow him, but his grandmother told her to let him go.
Albus sat on his bed and looked at his nightstand. He saw his father's notebook that he had taken from the study. His room was musty and dimly lit, because he hadn't slept there for a while, so he cast Lumos and shifted on his creaky bed to read it. It was old, from the year after the battle of Hogwarts. It mentioned something that piqued his interest.
"...I regret it sometimes… Leaving it in the forest… So many people are gone. I know it only leads to despair, but I wish I still had it. I don't know where the Resurrection Stone is anymore. It's somewhere in the Forbidden Forest, and I know that's where it should stay…"
He remembered the tale of the Deathly Hallows his father had told him as a child. He knew the Resurrection Stone only led to sorrow, but that was just a story. His father used it, and died of pneumonia, not because of the Resurrection Stone. That thought shot through him as a painful reminder. That was what he would do. He would find the Resurrection Stone, and he would bring back his father.
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