How do you think / I've lost so much / I'm so afraid / I'm out of touch- Linkin Park

It was in June, the fifth, to be exact, for everyone thought it to be the nicest day of the year. It was outside, near Hagrid's hut, for she had a way with the animals that Hagrid kept. Everyone who knew Elizabeth attended, even the Slytherins, who were now free from tirades, and from being forced into the Death Eater society.

Harry could see Mr. and Mrs. Pentillo standing next to him. He didn't know what to say to them, what would you say to someone who just lost their only daughter? A slight pang of anger rose up in Harry's chest as he looked at Mr. Pentillo. He remembered what Elizabeth had said about him, and he couldn't help but feel contempt. He could see the way his eyes were glazed. From the way Elizabeth spoke of him, he was not a man to cry at anything unless he was drunk. This seemed to be the case. It took all of Harry's control not to punch Mr. Pentillo.

He could see a few other members from Elizabeth's family. One sturdy man, with light brown hair and light colored eyes, couldn't stop sniffling. An elderly man, with balding white hair, and a white mustache and short white beard was trying to comfort a little girl with dirty blonde hair, who looked no older than five. Next to her sat a boy who looked about six, who had a look on his face that said, 'I'm much too old to cry, though I really want to.'

Then there were three men, two about his age, and one a couple years younger. Then he saw a sullen looking girl, who looked much older than what she had to be. She wore light pink eye shadow and black eye-liner that was now running down her face.

Dumbledore, Firenze and Ron were going to say a few words for her.

'This should have been a wedding, even if we were too young,' Harry thought miserably. He put his hand in his pocket and felt the promise ring he'd given Elizabeth that Valentine's Day. Unless he was mistaken, he felt an odd source of heat and comfort coming from the ring. Though it tried to comfort him, it only made him remember all the times Elizabeth was there for him to vent off his frustration, and it then gave no solace.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of our dear friend, Elizabeth Pentillo, from Gryffindor, at age seventeen. Because of her death, Lord Voldemort was able to be destroyed. Never, in my lifetime, had I met a person so willing to give her life for the one she loved," Dumbledore started.

Harry tried his hardest not to scream out in pain when Dumbledore said, 'give her life for the ONE she loved.'

'Why does everybody think they've got to give their lives for me?' Harry thought angrily. Thoughts of Sirius, Remus, Cedric, Lily and James Potter, and Elizabeth were echoing in Harry's mind.

Mrs. Pentillo started crying the moment she saw her daughter.

Harry couldn't help it, his mind wandered to all his memories with Elizabeth. He came back to earth when Firenze stepped up.

"You have no idea how fine a person Miss Pentillo was. Dear Elizabeth never treated me with anything other than respect and kindness, friendliness and congeniality. Not many humans posses the kind of attributes Miss Pentillo brought to my classroom. Her devotion to the skies was extraordinary…"

And with that, Harry's thoughts would drift until Ron came shuffling up.

"Er…um…I came up here to say sorry. To Elizabeth, to her family, and to everybody. In her first year here, I treated her almost like Hermione, hoping that that would replace her until she came back. I was very surprised to find that Elizabeth is not Hermione; she is someone very different. At the beginning of this year, Hermione and Elizabeth had a dispute. I instantly took Hermione's side without question, and when she apologized, I didn't have enough guts to say sorry, too…"

Everything falls apart / even the people who never frown / eventually break down - Linkin Park

When all words were said and done, and the coffin was closed, Harry took out his flower from the year before and tied the stem of it to the rose the color of his eyes on her casket. The flowers were old, at this point. Wilted and dried, they stayed on the casket.

Those silent tears fell now, like a cascade down his cheeks. As if on cue, the skies turned cloudy and it then poured.

As he turned his back on the coffin, on that wondrous part of his life, one last tear fell down his cheek, and he felt something graze the back of his hand. He turned around, expecting to see someone reaching out to him, but all that was there was the black, menacing coffin that was to go into the ground at the end of the day.

Everyone went to Hogwarts, for the luncheon, before the family was to be going back to America to cope with their loss.

The sturdy man, with light brown hair, approached Harry. "Hello, there. I'm Tony, Elizabeth's uncle, and godfather," he introduced.

Harry shook his hand while thinking, 'We are alike in a way. He lost a goddaughter, this year, I lost a godfather, two years ago.'

"I'm Harry, Elizabeth's very close friend," Harry replied.

"Am I to understand that you would have married her…had she lived?" Tony asked him.

Harry's eyes blurred with emotion as he imagined what it would have been like.

"I see. I'm sorry," Tony said, as he turned to walk away.

"I'm sorry, too," Harry muttered as he left to find a private place to unleash his rage at the world. And to read that last, final letter, left for him by the girl who held his heart, and died with it in her hands.

(A/N: That's the end, folks. Literally…:'-{… Harry's adult life, coming soon! You see, Elizabeth was NOT as important to my stories as you thought…heh?

Tekvah Ariel: It might be very interesting to kill Harry off, but then I seriously doubt Ron and Hermione will get through the horrible tragedy I put them through. Thank you for reading, and reviewing almost all of my stories. You rock!)

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It's over. You can go home now. Nothing left to see here.