Its Just Not the Same
Disclaimer: I dont own any of the Harry Potter characters and i in no way profit financially from
this story, i only profit from the reviews that my readers give me.
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Prologue
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We walked through the tall grass on the bright sunny morning, on the morning of the
funeral.
The birds song was cheery and it seemed not to notice the cataflaque being carried
between the cold grey gravestones. We reached the place where the casket was to be placed.
It was left open for the poeple to look , for the last time, upon their son, friend, nephew, lover.
I walked up reluctantly and looked into the velvet lined casket. His skin was contrasted
against the black velvet. His pallid conplexion glowed in the sunlight as though he were still alive.
He was only lying there fooling us all, waiting for the last moment before they closed the casket to
jump up and tell us that he was fine. It was something he would do. His white hair was slicked
back like it always was, smooth and neat, and his pink lips looked soft and wanting. I just wis
your eyes were open so i could look just once more into your perfect silver eyes...
It had begun to rain and the person from the morgue to lower the casket. He grabbed my
hand and pulled me roughly away. I struggled to see you, but he closed the casket with certain
finality and began to slowly lower it into the hole. Slowly the top of the casket disappeared into
the darkness. I turned away from you and walked back to the car waiting for me.
It wasnt my fault, I swear. If i had had the choice, i never would hae left you there to be
dropped into darkness, alone. I would have held onto your deathly cold hand and followed you.
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Disclaimer: I dont own any of the Harry Potter characters and i in no way profit financially from
this story, i only profit from the reviews that my readers give me.
* * * *
Prologue
* * * *
We walked through the tall grass on the bright sunny morning, on the morning of the
funeral.
The birds song was cheery and it seemed not to notice the cataflaque being carried
between the cold grey gravestones. We reached the place where the casket was to be placed.
It was left open for the poeple to look , for the last time, upon their son, friend, nephew, lover.
I walked up reluctantly and looked into the velvet lined casket. His skin was contrasted
against the black velvet. His pallid conplexion glowed in the sunlight as though he were still alive.
He was only lying there fooling us all, waiting for the last moment before they closed the casket to
jump up and tell us that he was fine. It was something he would do. His white hair was slicked
back like it always was, smooth and neat, and his pink lips looked soft and wanting. I just wis
your eyes were open so i could look just once more into your perfect silver eyes...
It had begun to rain and the person from the morgue to lower the casket. He grabbed my
hand and pulled me roughly away. I struggled to see you, but he closed the casket with certain
finality and began to slowly lower it into the hole. Slowly the top of the casket disappeared into
the darkness. I turned away from you and walked back to the car waiting for me.
It wasnt my fault, I swear. If i had had the choice, i never would hae left you there to be
dropped into darkness, alone. I would have held onto your deathly cold hand and followed you.
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