As softly as the tears fell, the rain pattered down on the cement slabs that roofed the graves of past students and professors long since past. The Hogwarts graveyard, deep in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, where neither animal nor man would dare venture go, was filled with mourning friends and family as two bodies were borne into the ground together, to be put forever at peace in the silence of the darkened trees.
The sky was appropriately grey, the clouds heavy and laden with their own tears for the lost lives. The world was silent all over as the very earth mourned the passing of the one person who could save human kind from damnation. The leaves on the trees made no sound and the occasional whisper of a chill breeze brought with it no happiness as the late days of the English summer came close to an end.
The mourners stood in a tight circle around the newest hole as the cold bodies of Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter were set softly on the slippery bottom of their grave. None of them had any comfort to spare another, all wrapped too tightly in their grief and tears to give anyone else much thought. The deceased were important to all who mourned their passing; they were sisters, students, daughters, sons, best friends, good friends, enemies; they were relied upon, trusted and loved. They left behind a world that knew nothing but adoration for the gift their existence brought into it.
The mourners stood together as the priest quietly said the Last Rights for the fallen. No one paid any heed to the rain that poured down on them to drench their clothes, no on could feel their tears anymore, though they clouded the vision of all, no one could bring themselves to throw the flowers in their hands onto the coffin and no one could bring themselves to pray for them with the priest.
Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, friends and family, teachers and students: they all stood as one to say goodbye one last time to the Boy Who Lived and the girl he lived for. As the hole was filled and their coffin was covered with brown, Harry's scar now forever concealed from all, one girl raised her bowed head to look at the people around her.
"What now?" She asked the question, aimed at all, for an answer she did not know, not this time. For once, the smartest girl in Hogwarts did not know the answer to a question that would mean everything for her future, and the future of the world.
"We fight," came the answer from the least expected person. Everyone raised their heads to stare at the young red-headed man. "We fight for what they did not."
Slowly, the congregation nodded as the priest finished.
"Amen."
A/N: Well… It's short and I might revamp it later on (once I've done the seventh chapter for LCtLC). I hope it's an okay supplement for now. I've still got several assignments that I've got to do and exams in three weeks, so it might be a bit tight, but I'll try and get either Last Chance… or Yoink-Fest up sometime next week.
Spanks my Children!
Jinn.
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