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The funeral for Harry was held the very next day. Witches and wizards from around the nation came to honor the memories of their beloved hero. (Ron didn't have a funeral because he was the one who killed Harry in the first place.) Everyone was clad in black and had their heads bowed. The mourners were on the Hogwarts grounds by the lake in chairs facing a podium. The majority of the people were crying; sobs were heard from everyone. As expected, Harry was to be buried at Hogwarts, the only place he truly felt at home.
Dumbledore walked to the podium and began to speak. "Everyone, we are gathered here to mourn the loss of our hero, classmate, and friend. Harry Potter was more than the Boy-Who-Lived; he was a fierce, fierce friend. (A/N – Sound Familiar?) He loved all those who close to him, even in their weakest moments. Harry was loyal, and would refuse to believe that any of his friends would cause him harm, much like his father. The both of them considered friends to be more important than themselves, a trait not many wizards have. Harry Potter was an outspoken individual, and he will be remembered for centuries to come." Dumbledore walked away from the crowd and allowed Hermione to speak.
"Harry Potter has been my friend ever since I came to Hogwarts. He and I befriended when he and Ron saved me from the troll in the girls' bathroom in our first year," Hermione smiled at the memory, her tears threatening to fall any minute. "He was loyal, stubborn, and a brother to me. When Harry did something, he did it with all of his heart." Tears were now falling freely down her face. "I loved him so much, without his brotherly love; I probably would not be here to tell the tale. Harry was the greatest friend I ever had, but he loved to help others, and he died doing just that. I will miss him more than any of you can imagine, but I know that he is in a better place." Hermione walked back to her seat and allowed Ginny to step up.
"Harry always joked that he wanted Bye Bye Baby by "The Beach Boys" played at his funeral. In memory of him, I think we should play it.
As the song played, six wizards carried Harry's casket up the aisle. As they passed, everybody stood up in respect. The song ended when the casket was in front of the crowd and on the lawn.
"Thank you Miss Granger and Miss Weasley," said Dumbledore. Then he waved his wand at Harry's casket and it became a white marble tomb. "Remember Harry Potter, remember what he died for, and remember to love one another, thank you."
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After the funeral, Hermione and Ginny walked around the lake.
"I can't believe he's gone," whispered Hermione.
"Yeah, I never imagined that Harry would die. It seemed that he was incapable of death," confessed Ginny.
They both stared at the water; their minds consumed with thoughts of Harry.
Hermione started to cry again. "I-I m-miss him s-so much!" she sputtered.
Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione comfortingly, her eyes glazed with tears. "It's going to be ok Mione. You know Harry wouldn't want us to be crying over him. He'd be all, 'What are you doing? Stop being sad and go save the house elves or something!'" Ginny said with a sad smile.
Hermione laughed a bit at that comment. "You're absolutely right Gin. Harry wouldn't want me to be sad."
Both the girls sat down at the water's edge and put their toes in the water.
Harry used to love it here," sighed Hermione.
"Yeah, and I've got the feeling he's watching over us right now," said Ginny ominously.
Hermione gazed towards the sky. "We love you Harry."
Yes I know it's short and sad. But guess what? I'm going to have another chapter! :Readers break into wild applause: Woot! R&R please!!