31. Uneven
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Hannah gazed at the coffin that was slowly, gently, being lowered into the ground. She wasn't aware of the tears slipping down her face to fall from her chin, or sliding further to trail beyond her collar. She gripped her little sister's small hand, the child gazing up at Hannah with wide, confused eyes. She was only six. She didn't understand.
Their father was a statue, stiff, expressionless, worn, and gray. When he bent to hold his youngest daughter in his arms it was mechanical. The child looked awkward in her father's angular hold. She gave Hannah a desperate look before finally crying, asking for her mother.
Hannah considered her father and sister as the grave diggers began filling her mother's grave, covering the jet black casket with moist dirt, the dark color vaguely reminding her of her mother's hair. She counted them up. Three. An uneven family of three.
She fell to her knees and was unable to stop the screams ripping from her throat, declaring revenge to God, the funeral party, the very Death Eaters who destroyed Hannah's life with one simple, terrible, spell.
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I always forget that Hannah's mother was murdered during Half-Blood Prince. I was reminded recently and immediately wanted to write something on it. The prompt, Uneven, fit well, I think.
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