A/N
Ok but I envision the Riddles manor to be looking out over the ocean on a moor. Pandora requested to be buried there and Frank acquiesced. Idk. Here have this, what if Pandora Lovegood grew up near the Riddle estate, and made friends with the elderly caretaker Frank Bryce?
Eleanor Rigby
Pandora Bletchly. That had been her name. A bright little thing who had visited Frank Bryce despite the rumors surrounding him. Bringing him cookies baked by her mother and bouquets of flowers found on the moor near the town. She would natter on all about curious things, nothing to be believed by grownups, but after all she had only been a child.
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
When she went away to boarding school at the age of eleven, she left him a bouquet of flowers that seemed to never die. Before that moment he had never put much stock in magic, unicorns and dragons and such things seemed too great for a world like his, but perhaps there was a chance. All he knew for certain was that the bouquet from all those years ago still lay on his table, fresh as the day she gave them to him.
Nobody came
Her funeral was small, even for a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. Few family members came, and even fewer friends. After the service, those who remained left hurriedly, avoiding the rain. Except one. At first glance, there was only a tall, thin man standing at her grave, but once the rain stopped, a blond head poked out of his cloak.
Father McKenzie
He watched the tiny blond girl bend over and place a bouquet of perfect moonflowers on the grave. She whispered something he couldn't hear, directly into the earth. Feeling as if he was intruding on a private moment, he turned away. The rain began again, washing over the tin roof he was standing under.
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
He would never have to experience burying a child, but this came as close to it as he would ever get. He hastily wiped away a tear with a calloused old hand.
No one was saved
He had thought she would forget the friendship they had, returning from boarding school, but to his surprise she sent him letters. Once a week, Sunday noon, a snowy white owl would arrive with a letter clutched in its talons. "Dear Mr Bryce, I've had such fun!"... "Dear Mr Bryce, what have you been up to?..." and so on and so forth. Occasionally a package would arrive, filled with sweet treats he had never heard of such as chocolate frogs that really jumped and lozenges that made him sound like an animal. Those packages still sat in his bedroom, under his bed with its plaid doona cover. Treasured memories.
All the lonely people
He looked out his window. The tall man, who he assumed to be her husband, was standing on the cliff, staring out to sea, lost in thought. His young daughter was standing in front of Pandora's grave, completely still but for her hair moving in the breeze.
Where do they all come from
The little child looked so alike to Pandora when she had first knocked on his door to ask if he wanted a cookie, down to the oversized purple sweater she had on. A large pair of pink glasses rested on her head, occasionally slipping a little way further down her forehead, causing her to lapse her concentration and break the stillness.
All the lonely people
He drew the curtains and fell into a memory. The first holidays little Pandora returned from boarding school (Hogwarts she called it), he had been worried despite the letters. Would she still come for tea during afternoons? Would his old dog Bennie still remember her scent? Would she be different? The questions were answered for him when the morning after she arrived he heard a crisp knock on the door. "Mr Bryce are you in? I brought some of my Mothers tea cakes and they're still warm too! I have so much to tell you, there just isn't enough time!"
Where do they all come from
He opened his eyes again to a dark room. Must have fallen asleep. He looked out the window to the gravesite. The man and his child were gone, leaving only the moon to cast her sorrowful rays on the burial site, mourning its child Pandora.