Cho's car pulled up to the cemetery; crunch went the pebbles under her feet. Silver and Lacey didn't understand why they HAD to wear all black or why they had to be quiet all day but so far they were being well behaved. Hermione and Lueze greeted Cho and showed her into the church. Cho said hello to a lot of the guests, some of them being Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore and many of Harry's old school friends and other teachers at Hogwarts.
Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus carried his coffin into the church everyone went silent. They walked down the aisle and all you could hear was the pitter-patter of feet and people crying. Harry was much loved by the whole of the wizarding community because of his fame from defeating Voldemort every year at Hogwarts. Cho had decided to let the press in and the funeral was filmed, while there was pictures being taken. Although, to Cho dislike Rita Skeeter was there with her quick-quotes emerald green quill.
The service was wonderful, Ron, Sirius, Cho and Hermione all said something but what every one loved was the poems that Hermione and Cho had written for the occasion.
!*!* The Boy Who Lived *!*! Hermione's Poem
There will not ever be anyone like you.
You were special because you were unique.
You were stardust and dreams.
You were light.
You were love and hope.
You were hugs and sometimes tears.
You were the words "Friend".
You were swirls of blue, green, red, yellow, purple, orange, and the colours no one can name.
You were the sky, the sea, and the earth.
You trust but yet you fear.
You hide yet you didn't hold anything back.
You were free.
You once were a child becoming an adult.
You were you, and you were a perfect friend.
*~*~*~*~* Cho's Poem *~*~*~*~*
Why did I always end up thinking of you,
your voice your smile, everything you did.
At first I thought it would never work out.
I thought we would never last.
Without a doubt, but I think I m starting to see,
What no 1 else could,
That it seemed, no one else would,
We were perfect for each other,
Without a doubt,
So now I have to say goodbye I'll miss you
Friend, father and Loving Husband.
After the service Harry was laid to rest. And everyone went back to Seamus and Abbe's house where drinks and food were provided. Many of the guests discussed what was going to be in the paper tomorrow.
" `The famous boy who lived dead.' Nobody knows how the famous Harry Potter died but he's gone. The case is being investigated as we speak." One of the guests said.
Another said, "There will be pictures of him and the family all over"
Cho didn't find these conversations the most interesting one's to listen to so she went to sit with Ron and Parvati. Who were having a chat about Quiddich and Hagrid (Who passed on 5 years before) and Harry's win with the Triwizard Cup (Which Cho found quite upsetting because she loved Cedric Diggory).
Cho was relieved when everyone started to leave she said farewell to the guests and walked home with Lacey and Silver.
Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus carried his coffin into the church everyone went silent. They walked down the aisle and all you could hear was the pitter-patter of feet and people crying. Harry was much loved by the whole of the wizarding community because of his fame from defeating Voldemort every year at Hogwarts. Cho had decided to let the press in and the funeral was filmed, while there was pictures being taken. Although, to Cho dislike Rita Skeeter was there with her quick-quotes emerald green quill.
The service was wonderful, Ron, Sirius, Cho and Hermione all said something but what every one loved was the poems that Hermione and Cho had written for the occasion.
!*!* The Boy Who Lived *!*! Hermione's Poem
There will not ever be anyone like you.
You were special because you were unique.
You were stardust and dreams.
You were light.
You were love and hope.
You were hugs and sometimes tears.
You were the words "Friend".
You were swirls of blue, green, red, yellow, purple, orange, and the colours no one can name.
You were the sky, the sea, and the earth.
You trust but yet you fear.
You hide yet you didn't hold anything back.
You were free.
You once were a child becoming an adult.
You were you, and you were a perfect friend.
*~*~*~*~* Cho's Poem *~*~*~*~*
Why did I always end up thinking of you,
your voice your smile, everything you did.
At first I thought it would never work out.
I thought we would never last.
Without a doubt, but I think I m starting to see,
What no 1 else could,
That it seemed, no one else would,
We were perfect for each other,
Without a doubt,
So now I have to say goodbye I'll miss you
Friend, father and Loving Husband.
After the service Harry was laid to rest. And everyone went back to Seamus and Abbe's house where drinks and food were provided. Many of the guests discussed what was going to be in the paper tomorrow.
" `The famous boy who lived dead.' Nobody knows how the famous Harry Potter died but he's gone. The case is being investigated as we speak." One of the guests said.
Another said, "There will be pictures of him and the family all over"
Cho didn't find these conversations the most interesting one's to listen to so she went to sit with Ron and Parvati. Who were having a chat about Quiddich and Hagrid (Who passed on 5 years before) and Harry's win with the Triwizard Cup (Which Cho found quite upsetting because she loved Cedric Diggory).
Cho was relieved when everyone started to leave she said farewell to the guests and walked home with Lacey and Silver.