In Memorium
Spoilers for Book 6 near the end. Do not read any further if you haven't finished the book.
Disclaimer: 99.9 not mine, the rest is pure fiction
Summary: I don't know about you, but I was expecting Harry to say something at the funeral scene in book 6. Here's what I think should have happened.
As Harry approached the podium he looked once more at Dumbledore's body and then he started to speak.
"I would like to say a few words, and here they are Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak."
The people at the funeral looked around at each other as if he was insane, save those who had attended that feast.
"Those words were one of the first things I had ever heard Professor Dumbledore say to the school, and frankly I thought he was a bit off his rocker. Even though those around me insisted he was brilliant. Now I look back and realize we were both right, there is a subtle line between genius and insanity, and Professor Dumbledore crossed it more than once. But to those of us that were lucky enough to know him well, that didn't matter."
"He was always willing to stand up for what and who he believed in, no matter how much evidence pointed to the contrary." Harry said this while looking at Hagrid, who gave him a small smile.
"He was willing to go that extra mile to make sure everyone got to a chance to an education, no matter their status in society" At this he Saw Remus smile.
"He made sure everyone got all the classes they wanted, even if he had to bend the laws of time to make it work." He smiled at Hermione as he said this last bit.
"He did all this for everyone and still managed to keep a sense of humor, so great that it allowed many to stay in school where other would have kicked them out for their foolish activities." Fred and George exchanged a look.
"He did his best to keep us all safe, in and out of the classroom, and he died to ensure we still would be."
"He told me a very long time ago that 'to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure', and I for one hope he has a great adventure"
Harry stepped from the podium and joined his friends not really hearing the clapping just thinking of the man that was now gone. Later that day as they passed the grave of Professor Dumbledore, he threw not a rose but a pair of big wooly socks into the hole, because he never did get a good pair.
AN. I know it's a bit sappy, but I know we will all miss Dumbledore in the 7th Book.