Chapter 2
Moving On
Disclaimer I still don't own a dang thing except for Sayward cause haha JKR you did'nt think her up na na na na na she's mine all mine. Of course you own Harry and everybody else and are actually making money off them but what the hey.
Authoress's Note Heres chapter two hope you enjoy.
I awoke Sunday dreading the memorial service I did'nt know how I was going to hold it together. We Brits may say stiff upper lip and all but when it comes down to it we're as human as anyone else.
I got dressed in a simple black dress and black robes and went down to breakfast not feeling particularly hungry, but I could'nt stand just sitting in bed dwelling on how messed up everything was. Many of the Hogwarts students would be leaving today after the service the school year had been cut short due to the number of students who had suffered deaths in their family, or who were injured during the final battle. Next Saturday the Ministry had set aside a day for a victory celebration of course not many felt much like celebrating, even the man of the hour Harry Potter who had left the hospital wing the night before was heard saying he really did'nt feel that there was much to celebrate, having lost several classmates and watching as many aurors and a few members of the now famous Order of the Pheonix were killed.
In no time it seemed the memorial service had started and Professor Dumbledore had given a moving speech and then Harry had given a short heartfelt goodbye to all those that had fallen, from the time of Voldemorts first rise to power until five days ago when he was defeated for good. Harry thanked all those who had helped him defeat the Dark Lord and left the stage visiably choked up. After his speech one of his fellow classmates sang an old muggle hymn called Amazing Grace and a muggle rock song called Tears in Heaven then the service ended. Everyone including Harry left later that evening while I spent a few hours down by the lake just thinking things over dreading tomarrow when my parents would be burried.
The next day when I got up I once again dressed in all black and was escourted to the small graveyard on the edge of town by Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid and Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore said a few words and read a passage from the Christian Bible. I laid a rose on each grave. And then the three professors let me have a few moments alone before leading me back to the school as my parents coffins were lowered into the ground. And so began the time to move on with my life.
