Okay people, sob time. Angst. Full on. And hard to understand. Enjoy.
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Would They Still Cry?
Ron walked through the rusty old gates towards the crowd that was gathering. He shivered as the wind whipped his robes about him, and took a seat at the back. He listened as people got up and spoke about him, how brave, funny and caring he had been. Of course everyone was mourning for him. He had turned away from the Dark Lord, defeated him, and died doing so. But Ron couldn't help wondering, if it had been him would these people mourn in the same way? He sighed, and whispered to himself softly, "I know it's wrong to think like this, but would they have…"
"Mourned in the same way?" Hermione came to sit beside him, sighing softly to herself. Would they have prepared a funeral of this magnitude if it were her lying in that coffin? Or would no one have cared? What was so special about him, that made people care so much?
She blinked back tears, and murmured softly to herself, "I know it's cruel to think this, but I can't help wondering. Would they have…"
"Grieved like this if it had been me?" Draco came and stood behind them, leaning slightly on the pew. Would they have cared if it had been that had turned away? Or would the world have continued on the same? Would they pause in remembrance for him, like they did when they said his name? What was it he had held, that made everyone cry in sorrow?
"I know it's wrong of me, but I can't help thinking. Would…"
"These people still cry?"
The group suddenly noticed the stranger that had stopped beside them, and turned to listen to what he had to say.
***
A figure walked into the cemetery, cloak held tightly about himself. No one took any notice of him, and he was thankful that they did not. He walked up to the seats and stood beside one of the backbenches. He sighed, and looked at the cloudy sky, the hood of his cloak falling away. He wondered…if it had been him, would this still be the same? All of these people, all of these flowers and cards. All of it was for them. He sighed, and whispered softly to himself, "Ron, Hermione, Draco. I know it's wrong of me, but I can't help but wonder…if it had been me, would these people still cry?"
***
The group gaped as the person beside them looked up at the sky, and the hood of his cloak fell away. Harry sighed, and whispered softly, so softly that the group almost could not hear him.
"Ron, Hermione, Draco. I know it's wrong of me, but I can't help but wonder…if it had been me, would these people still cry?"
He shook his head, a lone tear running down his face.
"I wasn't in time. Never in time. I couldn't save Sirius, Remus or Dumbledore. Or you. People believe I'm so lucky. But they don't know. You are the lucky ones, you'll never have to worry or cry again."
Harry shook his head and walked away, staring at the ground. The group stared after him, then looked at each other. For the first time they noticed the translucence about them, and the way people never looked at them, but through them. Ron smiled shakily.
"I guess we know now…they would mourn in the same way."