Imma Kiwi Bird: Again, I have decided to combine all three pairings into one. And, truthfully, I don't know if wizards have a God; so I decided they don't.
Sorry it took so long to get this out; Deathly Hallows has put me into a deep depression. xD
PS – This is more like an 'IN MEMORIAM' for everyone that died in the final Harry Potter book. May you all rest in peace. Except for Fred. FRED IS NOT DEAD.
PPS – I now know I am way off in the children's names. But let's all forget the crapilouge.
PPPS – Was I the ONLY one who actually thought Hermione would be a baby-popper? Damn, Ginny. Oo
PPPPS – This isn't much of a… pairing installment. As I said; mostly an 'IN MEMORIAM' type thing.
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Harry Potter series. All I am is still broken.
Storybook
Heaven
It was time for another story. Their storyteller was settling into the cushioned armchair, telling them that today's story would be rather different from the ones she had previously told them. She said that they would be told of a sad time; years ago; when some people they had loved dearly had passed on.
Seven children settled onto the carpet; mugs of butterbeer in their hands, and a plate of treacle fudge from Grandma set before them.
With a sad sigh, the storyteller manually opened the book and began reading.
Harry couldn't believe how many funerals he had to attend.
It was maddening.
Everyone had to attend the Lupin's funerals, of course. And, death to them if they didn't attend Fred's. But Harry was really the only one who had to attend Colin Creevey's funeral; or the funeral for that girl from their year and their house that they didn't even remember. Noone had to go to so many funerals that they had become as depressed as they ever had been.
It wasn't as bad as Sirius; no. That had torn him to parts.
But this was close.
Every time he went to a funeral, he made basically the same speech that only Muggles and Muggleborns could understand. He wished that the deceased had passed away without pain; that it had been quick. He wished that the one who had fallen was at ease; was alright with dying. He wished that the one who had died because of him was in Heaven; living it up with ancestors they missed, and having the best time of their lives.
Now? Now it was the funeral for the new couple; the couple that had just had a son.
The couple who had wanted their son to live freely and be who he wanted; let him live in a hate-free world.
Nymphadora and Remus Lupin.
He was standing up now; a knot in his throat as he tried to speak. He felt his stomach twist, and he was almost certain that this was the time he was going to crack.
Hermione was crying heavily, leaning against Ron for support. Ron was stony faced; it was obvious he was fighting back his own tears. And Ginny was crying; but not sobbing. She tried giving him a smile from her seat, but she only succeeded in looking too pitiful to look at. Harry's gaze switched to Luna and Neville; Luna's face was quite blank, while Neville was looking thoroughly depressed. He remembered how when Lupin had been their DADA professor, he had been kind to Neville about his fear of Professor Snape and had helped him see the sight of Snape in his Grandmother's clothing.
Something fun for everyone.
Harry gulped, looking back to the two coffins side by side. He spoke. He told the usual; except, he put much more heart into it. He spoke of how the Marauders would be happy to have their Moony back; and that they would probably be pleased to welcome his wife into their circle.
Finally, he got to the confusing part.
"I hope they're okay; up there in Heaven," Harry paused to watch the confused looks that came across the faces of the witches and wizards that didn't know of Muggle customs. Hermione's bawling became more loud and rapid. Andromeda was suddenly engulfed by Hermione as she switched from Ron to Tonks' mother.
"I bet they're having fun. Who wouldn't? The Marauders are all together again. I'd say they'd be happy to let Tonks in on all the fun."
Andromeda's crying became louder than Hermione's.
"Well… I don't have much to say. I just hope they're in Heaven; that's all. I hope they're okay; and I hope they know that their son is fine. He may not have his parents, but he'll at least have a family that cares for him."
Andromeda's sobs became louder than anyone's Harry had ever heard. She latched onto Hermione as well, both crying loudly and freely.
Ginny began sobbing lightly; she looked up at Harry, as if begging for him to come sit by her.
Harry glanced at the two coffins once more, wished them a joyful time in Heaven, and then joined Ginny.
The storyteller acted rather odd after she finished the story. She closed the book, stood, and left the book on the chair instead of returning it to the shelf.
She left the room, leaving the seven children to drink their butterbeer and eat their fudge in silence.
