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Everyone had gathered, with the exception of Harry who was in the hospital wing unconscious, and had been for the last two days. The memorial was about to begin. Amber walked up to the podium placing her notes there. Dumbeldore met her and placed a hand on her shoulder giving her a kind smile. A soft mist began to fall as she turned to speak with him about what she would say. She then stepped back to her seat to try to prepare herself for what she had to do, and to wipe tears from her eyes.
It's an ideal day for an event as sad as this thought Reamus glancing at the overcast sky as he took his seat. He looked down at his program to see who would speak. He did not envy whoever it would be in the least.
SPEAKING: Amber Hursman
Poor thing, but it doesn't surprise me, where is she? He wondered and he searched for her near the front. When he found her she had stood to quiet clapping. He watched her step up to the platform.
She is defiantly anguished. He thought knowing that feeling all too well; the blankness, not belonging, longing to be with others, yet not wanting to be at the same time. Oh, yes I knew what she's going though.
Now he listened as she began to speak...
"The false sense of amity The Ministry of Magic had thought they had guarantied with Valdemort was at an end. The devout of both sides had fought. It looked like one of the worst battles in the history of Hogwarts sense medieval times. Many of the most respected young witches and wizards fought in this battle."
He thought she'd begun well by describing the battle; then she paused and he looked into her eyes seeing the tears shining there. He recognized the grief in her breaking voice as she tried to continue.
"We are once again a sovereign school, ministry, country, and world. Free of the terror that once plagued us, but this freedom came with a price. Valdemort's quest brought many of great prowess to their fate."
He knew how hard this was for her. Tears again fell freely down her cheeks. He knew she was reaching the most essential part of her speech. She took a great shuddering breath before continuing,
"Among them was a very chivalrous person whom you all knew. He was the Potions Master. I was the one he was protecting, and in the tradition of the school I give this address in honor of him. In honor of Severus Snape."
As he rose to pass before the coffin he kept his eyes on her. She stood respectfully back watching the others pay their respects. He was soon before the coffin. There Severus' body lay devoid of any sign of life. No emotion, not even the ones he was known for displaying.
Reamus looked for only a moment but it seamed like that moment would last forever. He then took his seat and watched the last of the mourners go by... and then... He knew what was coming; she stepped forward.
Leaving the place she had given the address at she walked up to the coffin. She stood for a long moment grief clearly etched on her face. Before stepping away she bent brushing her lips to his check. She would be the last to pass, the last to look, the last to see a fallen hero.