Chapter 3: The Short Funeral

As we ended this to a conclusion of the why so, why was Harry James Potter been within the grounds of the street as we figured less? As we ended this to a close like casket, why is others seem to worried over something haunting in life as to tell why so? Why are they that small as we ended this to a conclusion in the least favorite lines of everything we knew?

We are within a tale that won't sound well thought as well as giving the courage to fight out the difference between rights and wrongdoings at least before this. Why are they that sad to seek the difference at least in time as of why so? Why do they exactly? Why are they dead for life for the next 80 years in time why? Why can't he live more time as well?

Why are they dead on the spot as they went in circles in life why? Why are they dead like that... in unexpecting way?

Why are we that sad that we are within a tale that wasn't meant to end Harry Potter that fast? As we cannot see why so, what is the cause of his death and why so? Could it be... that we cannot describe why so? Why are we that sad to seek attention as we figured it should be? Why are we that sad to seek the truth within the choice of our own ways?

Why are we that sad to seek the truth underneath the eyes of life and death within? Why are we that sad to seek the truth as to why it happened next week? Why are we that sad to see the truth as to why it occurred in the next point of view in the end? Why are we that sad to see them point out that we cannot say why afterwards? Why are we that sad to see the lies as we speak how so?

Why are we that sad to see the bridge of the way it goes in life from as we speak the truth of course? Why are we? How can this be so? Why though? Why are we that sad to seek the truth underneath the skies of hell and fire underneath? Why must it be that we cannot seem to realized the truth within the glasses of those that lied to him after years? What must it be that he was that sad to seek the man, Ryou Bakura for help? Why must it be as well? Can this be a love to care for after everything it holds for? Yet, why though exactly?

How can this be that we cannot seem to find the truth within the standards as to why it can be that sad as well on his own timing? Why must he remained isolated in time of his life after years of hell and fire afterwards? Why must it be that we cannot seem to remembered the times of life and justice at will?

Why must it be that we cannot seem to see the facts straight as we cannot seem to remembered the days as we speak why so?

Why can't we just remembered as we cannot seem to remembered everyday of life after the next? Why are we that sad as we speak that we cannot stay within the lines of life and rights as we speak why? Why couldn't we say another tale as to why it happened so soon as to why so? Why can't we as we say another time alone?

Why are we that sad to seek the truth as we can't describe why? As we figured out the truth why so, we cannot describe why so at least in time why as we speak so. As we transferred to the days of life, why are we that sad to see the truth as to why it happened so small underneath?

As we cannot seem to refer the days of life as we speak why so, why must he remained as we cannot see the parts at straight lines forevermore in life as we speak? Could this be that sad as well? Why must it be that we see the truth as to why it was that way? Why are we that sad to see the truth as to why it occurred so lost in time? Why couldn't be as we figured as such as to why it did? As to why it did, why are we that we cannot see the truth underneath the story underhand as we say?

Why are we that sad to seek the parts at first to see the days of hell and fire? Why must it be that we see the truth underneath the eyes of life as always? Why are we that sad to seek the truth underneath as well? Why are we that sad to see that we cannot be within the times at least just once? Why are we that sad to seek the truth as to why it was that way as always? Why are we that sad to seek the truth underneath the tales of life as we known it would be?

Why must it be that we cannot see the parts at straight lines as always? Why are we that sad to seek the truth at will as to why it was that sad? Why are we within a time alone as to why it happened this way? Why are we that sad to hear the fact straight as well? Why are we that sad to see the truth at will as we speak further onward? Why are we that sad as to why it became truth and lies within?

Why are we that sad to see them gone as well that we should always be within the walls as well? Why are we that sad to see them gone off as we speak? Why are we that sad to see them fished out the truth within the times of days within some people as well inside?

Why must his life always be within the lines as we cannot say another word as ever before? Why are we that sad to seek the truth as always? Why are we that sad to seek the parts as well? As we cannot seem to figured things out, why must it be that we cannot say why so? Why are we exactly in time?

Are we to seek the truth in the eyes of god? But how can this be exactly? Are we to see the truth in the eyes as we noticed the days in time why as well? Why are we that sad to seek the truth inside ourselves in life why so? Are we to assumed that we cannot say why so?

Why are we that sad to seek the life after years later? Why are we that sad to see the parts as we cannot taken into account why? Can this be the finale of the rights and justice to us all? Why must it be so? Can this be a try of might or just a life to hold onto?

Why must it be that we cannot say why in the end of time as we known it would be like? Why are we that sad to seek the ways of life as we cannot see the ways of life of the two sides within? Why are we that sad to seek the lights as we cannot say who we were at least in the life we're under? As we cannot say why, why are we that sad to see the reign of life as we cannot say either as well? Why are we that sad to seek the changes as well in life as we cannot say why so?

Why are we that sad to see the truth at will as to why it happened? How can this be that we cannot seem to fit the parts at least just once? Why are we that sad to see them gone as well as we figured as it should be? Why are we that sad to seek them outside of life and afterwards? Are we that to assumed they will seek the truth inside their hearts as well?

Why must it be that we cannot see them all of them without a beat within? As we cannot see the facts straight onward, why are we that sad to seek the life underneath? As we cannot describe why so, why are we that sad to see the parts at least once in life? Why are we that sad as to why it occurred in hell as rightfulness?

As we cannot say more over, why are w that sad to see the parts as we cannot explained why? As we cannot explained why so, why are we that sad to see the truth as to why it happened and occurred ? Why must it happed this way and why? As we cannot see why so, why are we that sad to seek the truth underneath the tale of why?

Why are we that fitting to see the parts as well as we speak? Could this be the final points of why? But why though must it be so?

Why must it be that we cannot see the facts straight onward as we known it would be? As we cannot say why not, why are we that sad to seek them out as we figured it should be? Why are we that sad as well underneath the days of life and justice rights? Why are we that sad to see them gone as well? Are we to assume that we cannot see the parts at first in life why? Can we live to tell the tale of why as we figured onward? Why are we that sad as we figured in our time alone? Could this be the final last time to ourselves or not at all?

As we say goodbye, we cannot describe until neat time around.

See you next week as we exit out towards the next chapter...

...when Harry Potter encounters a straight challenge against the mirror in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft ad Wizardry.

See you and farewell.