Chapter 2: The funeral

Since Hermione, Ron and Harry were said to be good friends, until the end, their relatives had their funerals on the same day.

At Harry's burial plot, the visitors were scarce, only some from Hogwarts came to honor someone supposedly thought to be great.

Since Harry was responsible for the death of Hermione and Ron, their family detested him. At times the urges just to spit on his grave, or trample the flowers could hardly be held back.

The people kept it together, all the same, hatred and resentment towards Harry, still there but held at bay.

This truly was the end, the end of all of their adventures, because Harry couldn't make the right decision.

Three lives, three funerals, I guess things really do happen in threes.

Epilogue (sort of)/Authors' summing up:

A question that may be troubling ultimate Harry Potter fans is, Why?
Why did Harry kill his friends?
Why did Harry lose control?
The answer you will find in this fanfic, is jealousy. But is that the true reason, what if Harry Potter wasn't himself today.