A/N Back to the funeral! Let me know if this is getting confusing for you!
Oh by the way 'Happy' This one was wrong first f all coz the funeral bit
wasn't meant to be there so I started again without that and in a different
order but I prefer this one here, so I'm carrying on this one( Also thanks
for your ideas on the Remus Sirius thing! Xxx
Disclaimer: I own jack, nothing, not a thing, ok? Happy now? *Pouts*
Grieving
Remus took the pot that rested on the mantle piece above the fire and took some floo powder and threw it into the heart of the roaring fire. The flames turned green and Remus said barely above a whisper "The three broomsticks" he stepped into the fire and the flames licked his skin, within an instant he disappeared. Bella and Fletcher flowed suit.
The three broomsticks was packed with people here to morn the deaths of James and Lily Potter. Standing at the side of the room was Professors Dumbledor, McGonagall and Flitwick. McGonagall was drying her red eyes as she steadied her breathing. She saw Remus, Bella and Fletcher arrive, turned to Dumbledor and pointed to them. He looked up with sad eyes; they contained such pain and sorrow. They had lost their twinkle.
Remus walked over to Dumbledor and they shook hands, as did Fletcher and Dumbledor. Dumbledor turned to Bella and kissed her cheek. Fletcher had spoken for the first time.
"Good evening professor. I hope you are in good health." Fletchers voice quivered as he avoided eye contact with Dumbledor.
"I am thank you. I wondered if you would come, you too Arabella. I admire your braveness and strength. Remus, I think there is someone you might want to see." Dumbledor said turning to a person standing in the corner of the pub. A tall skinny lady holding in her arms a baby.
Disclaimer: I own jack, nothing, not a thing, ok? Happy now? *Pouts*
Grieving
Remus took the pot that rested on the mantle piece above the fire and took some floo powder and threw it into the heart of the roaring fire. The flames turned green and Remus said barely above a whisper "The three broomsticks" he stepped into the fire and the flames licked his skin, within an instant he disappeared. Bella and Fletcher flowed suit.
The three broomsticks was packed with people here to morn the deaths of James and Lily Potter. Standing at the side of the room was Professors Dumbledor, McGonagall and Flitwick. McGonagall was drying her red eyes as she steadied her breathing. She saw Remus, Bella and Fletcher arrive, turned to Dumbledor and pointed to them. He looked up with sad eyes; they contained such pain and sorrow. They had lost their twinkle.
Remus walked over to Dumbledor and they shook hands, as did Fletcher and Dumbledor. Dumbledor turned to Bella and kissed her cheek. Fletcher had spoken for the first time.
"Good evening professor. I hope you are in good health." Fletchers voice quivered as he avoided eye contact with Dumbledor.
"I am thank you. I wondered if you would come, you too Arabella. I admire your braveness and strength. Remus, I think there is someone you might want to see." Dumbledor said turning to a person standing in the corner of the pub. A tall skinny lady holding in her arms a baby.