Chapter seven: The Funeral
Harry sat there in his chair way before her funeral was going to begin. He had been there for hours. He saw people coming and didn't feel the need to hide his face with his many tears. She was…his everything. He felt something in his pocket and felt the tears coming down once more. Harder. He pulled the little box out and opened it. A diamond ring lay inside it. The ring that was meant for her. The ring he would've given her that very night if it hadn't been for Voldemort. When she died there was this weird force field type of thing. Nobody could get bear her body for a week. Harry was able to. She had landed on the lake and her body never submerged under. She lay there floating. Waiting for Harry to come and get her. Trusting that he would like she always did. He felt new tears rolling down his face.
He saw the coffin in front of him he got up and looked at her. She was pale white. She was wearing her school uniform. Buttoned up with just the four buttons, like she liked it, and no shoes. That's how she had always seemed to be. She had her mascara on and some lip-gloss. She looked perfect. Harry had the odd sensation to take her and try to bring her back. He didn't care if she was dead. He was a wizard after all? Couldn't he find some way to bring her back to life? If only for just a moment, just long enough to say a proper good-bye? Harry took the ring out of his pocket and slipped it on her dead finger. She was his and she always would be.
That's it…thank you for the reviews…I feel very upset ending it. I have enjoyed writing it I hope you have enjoyed reading it. Well look out because I know there will be more Harry Potter fics from me…if you are interested.