Chapter 7-Grieving
A/N-Does anyone ever read this story??? Please review and tell me what you think about my story. I feel like I'm talking to myself or something.
Here's the story:
The next day, the Order, Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione got up early for Mrs. Weasley's funeral. Ron and Ginny had looks of pure shock and grief on their faces and when their brothers arrived, they didn't look any better.
They were told that Percy's body had been found by a muggle early this morning but the only person who seemed to care about the loss of Percy was Arthur.
They all piled into a large car and followed a shiny black car that carried Mrs. Weasley's body. After about five minutes, they arrived at a small church that sat on a hill.
Arthur parked the car beside the church and silently proceeded to get out. The children, taking a hint, followed.
Three men that they did not recognize were unloading the coffin from the back of the shiny car and were carrying it into the church. The Weasleys and their family and friends followed behind the men as they went into the church. The men set Mrs. Weasley down at the front of the church, opened the lid to her coffin, and gestured for them to come up.
Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley children couldn't bear to go up there and look at Mrs. Weasley, lifeless. It seemed so sick to them. After all the happy memories they had with her, they just couldn't do it.
Harry felt more depressed than he had ever felt in his entire life. He hadn't even gotten over losing Sirius yet and he was losing someone else that he cared about. What filled Harry full of grief the most, however, was the fact that his friends were suffering too, probably even more than he was. He didn't want them to have to go through that. But it seemed that Voldemort had other plans...
A/N-Well, there it is. That'll be my last chapter till I get some reviews.
A/N-Does anyone ever read this story??? Please review and tell me what you think about my story. I feel like I'm talking to myself or something.
Here's the story:
The next day, the Order, Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione got up early for Mrs. Weasley's funeral. Ron and Ginny had looks of pure shock and grief on their faces and when their brothers arrived, they didn't look any better.
They were told that Percy's body had been found by a muggle early this morning but the only person who seemed to care about the loss of Percy was Arthur.
They all piled into a large car and followed a shiny black car that carried Mrs. Weasley's body. After about five minutes, they arrived at a small church that sat on a hill.
Arthur parked the car beside the church and silently proceeded to get out. The children, taking a hint, followed.
Three men that they did not recognize were unloading the coffin from the back of the shiny car and were carrying it into the church. The Weasleys and their family and friends followed behind the men as they went into the church. The men set Mrs. Weasley down at the front of the church, opened the lid to her coffin, and gestured for them to come up.
Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley children couldn't bear to go up there and look at Mrs. Weasley, lifeless. It seemed so sick to them. After all the happy memories they had with her, they just couldn't do it.
Harry felt more depressed than he had ever felt in his entire life. He hadn't even gotten over losing Sirius yet and he was losing someone else that he cared about. What filled Harry full of grief the most, however, was the fact that his friends were suffering too, probably even more than he was. He didn't want them to have to go through that. But it seemed that Voldemort had other plans...
A/N-Well, there it is. That'll be my last chapter till I get some reviews.
