AN: Don't mind me, just something short.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profit from this.
The sky was looked was crystal clear, not a cloud in sight, that summer day. It was a near perfect for relaxing at the beach or to stroll through with family the park or mall. A day for celebration and laughter, for joyful memories and family dinners filled with so much life and love. A day meant for happiness. A day filled with cheer. A day surrounded by love. A day as happy that should never be suited for a funeral
And yet on that bright summer day, that was what exactly was happening.
They were all dressed for mourning. Teddy was next to Victoire at front while his Aunt Hermione was recounting the times Andromeda was there for her, her family and how she would always know what to say. "…Gran...," Teddy looked…dull, as though his grandmother's death took all of his vibrancy as well…leaving him morose and lethargic. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, his hair was a quiet brown and rumpled as well. Victoire was fairing only slightly better than her husband while also making sure their two year-old child behaves.
Albus stood next to the Weasley brood. His eyes were downcast, his posture dreary, mourning for the woman that raised him. The Malfoys were there as well, paying respect to a wise Law-witch, a respected woman and loved Aunt.
Nearly all of their family were there and the majority were weeping, some silently, some openly. Some were stone-faced, others were not. And there was one away from the rest, standing way behind the rest, just watching the service. He appeared to be in his late teens, dressed in a black jacket, which was zipped up despite the heat and black jeans paired with a pair of trainers, silent and distant. His acid-like green eyes never strayed too far from the scene in front of him. Aware and in despair for the life lost.
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