Flowers for the Dead
They buried her on her birthday- only two weeks after her death. She'd been special, and only I had realized it. They didn't know what they were doing, didn't understand the enormity of it all.
If there is one image I know I will remember for the rest of my life, I know it would be her smiling at me. But I will never see it again, other than in my mind. Her soft lips are eternally set into a blank expression, eyes eternally closed.
And yet they don't realize the enormity of it all. Her gravestone reads "Christina Marie Potter- beloved daughter, friend, and sister. She was an angel." I wanted to scream, "She wasn't an angel! She was our savior!" Because these things are true- she saved so many lives- not in a dramatic way, but just living life.
The service was beautiful, but it didn't do her justice. I still don't know how I managed to sit through it all. But then her father stepped up.
"My daughter Christina was a kind girl, who everybody loved. She was a talented schoolgirl, and loved reading with music playing in the background. She and her brother got along very well, and grew up with each other as best friends. I know we will all miss her in the future as much as we miss her now." He stepped down among applause, and then it was my turn. I had less than five minutes to remind, or tell, them of her glory.
"I could touch on how talented Chrissy was," I began, "But it should be obvious by now. She had a future- more of a future than some who are alive here today. But one man took her life away with two words that terrify us all. Facing him, powerless, she wasn't scared. Some say ignorance is bliss- but if this is true, than she would be the most unhappy person in the world. But because the Ministry allowed this man to live, an army at her back could not have saved her. I know I will miss her for forever, and then some."
They were shocked, to say the least. Good.
But the service moved on, the preacher unfazed.
They buried her with her copy of Dead or Alive 3. I wanted to scream, "A video game?! That wasn't her. She liked that game, sure, but it wasn't her!"
They should have buried me with her.
I stood in front of her grave for hours, after the funeral, after the Potters left, just staring silently, tears rolling down just as quietly. Her father had stated she loved reading with music in the background. She was a goddess, listening to those inferior to her try to impress her.
We were the background for her story cut so short. Many would beg to differ- I held her in the highest revere, and others thought her lower than dirt. So perhaps I am not the best choice to tell her story, but I will try.
I remember her last words to me. "Sirius, I still love you. But when I die, promise me one thing."
I nodded my head, amazed at the seriousness in her eyes.
"When I die," she began, "Start a… fundraiser, of sorts. Call it 'Flowers for the Dead'. With the money you earn, buy a small bouquet of flowers for every grave in the cemetery I'm buried in."
And I promised. And I will fulfill my promise.
Before I walked away that day, I set down three white roses- flowers for the dead.
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So, did you like it? There will be more. There's three points I would like to make: 1.This is in Sirius' POV, and he's talking about an original character. 2. This is a Lily and James story, but I twisted it- Lily and James are still alive. 3.Christina had a copy of DOA3 because she died months after it was released- remember, she's 30 or 40 by now. Get it?
This story will be very long, and there will be a one-shot sequel… kinda. Also, Lily will be described a BIT differently, just hang in with me. I know her eyes are green, morons.
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