Title: Harry's First's
Disclaimer: I am sure you know this by now but I don't own anything.
Summary: Tragedy strikes often when you least expect it. There is only so much you can do to save someone else.
A/N: This is probably the last chapter unless I decide to do something like an epilogue or something. If that's something you want don't hesitate to tell me.
Chapter Eight: Harry's First Funeral
Snape was too distraught to organize a proper service. Only one other family was invited...The Malfoys. They were really the only ones who got to meet Harry before he was gone. There was nothing they could do to save Harry. Nothing. He was gone before they even made it to the hospital.
*Flashback*
"Harry!" Draco screamed. "Harry are you okay?"
Harry didn't answer. He just sat there slouched in the car seat not moving, not even breathing. The other driver rushed over.
"Is everyone alright?" The woman asked.
"No!" Snape shouted. "My son, he isn't breathing."
It wasn't long before EMTs arrived on scene, but even by then it was too late. Harry was pronounced dead at the scene.
*End Flashback*
Snape and the Malfoy's sat quietly at Harry's grave. Draco was sobbing having lost his only friend. Snape though was grieving the loss of one he had come to love like a son. Nothing could ever heal the damage that had been done that night.
Harry was gone.
A/N: Sorry this took way longer to get to than anticipated but I hope you like it just the same. Like I said before this should be the last chapter unless you would like me to make an epilogue for Draco and Snape. I sincerely hope you enjoyed this story and that it was able to make you feel something. I will see you all next time
~GryffindorQueene 3