Chapter 7---Picking Shattered Pieces

Harry and Ginny turned to see a small figure running towards them, who belonged to Luna. She held a small tin watering can. Her eyes seemed to be raging and Harry knew why.

"What did you do!" Luna said loudly.

"Oh…Luna…I'm sorry," Ginny said, "I-I thought you wouldn't mind…"

"Well since it didn't get to you but I did mind," Luna sand angrily snatching the daisy from Ginny's hand, "you shouldn't be going around taking things that aren't yours!"

Harry couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand Luna hurting Ginny. How dare she talk that way to Ginny, Harry thought angrily. He wanted to hurt Luna. He wanted to punch Luna. He wanted to make Luna feel what he was feeling inside.

"Luna…I didn't mean to," Ginny said softly, "I'm sorry…"

"Well sorry is not going to bring back Lewis," Luna said angrily.

"Look Luna, it's only a flower," Harry started, "I'm sure---"

"ONLY A FLOWER!" Luna raged, "how would you feel if people said to you 'it's only Sirius Black'! How would you feel! Lewis had a long life ahead of him to live. He had dreams he needed to pursue. And you know what! He'll never pursue his dreams. He'll never grow old and wilt like all his brothers and sisters."

Harry was angry at Luna for mentioning Sirius. He hated her for everything she said. He hated for hurting Ginny. And with everything running through his blood, Harry couldn't find anything to say back to Luna. He was speechless…

"Luna…I'm sorry," Ginny whispered, "is there anything and I mean anything that I can do?"

Luna was quiet for a moment then said in her dreamy voice, "I suppose you can come to Lewis's funeral. He'll be pleased. It'll be held here tomorrow before the sun rises."

"Yes Luna, I'll be there," Ginny smiled.

Luna nodded and left.

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"Are you ok, Ginny?" Harry asked as they headed back to the Burrow.

Ginny nodded, "I'm ok. I should really stop taking things that don't belong to me."

"It wasn't your fault," Harry consoled, "Luna over reacted. She didn't know what she was saying."

Ginny stopped and stared at Harry.

Harry suddenly realized that Ginny had grown taller. Her face was no longer that child face but a pretty woman's face with specks of freckles and beautiful brown eyes. She really was an angel, Harry thought.

"I'm going to my room. See you Harry," Ginny said and left to her room.

"See you," Harry said after her.

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked as Harry walked into the kitchen and sat next to Ron.

"Just walking around," Harry shrugged, "So you guys have everything packed?"

"Yeah," Ron answered taking a bite from his biscuit.

"We didn't pack much. Only the things we really needed," Hermione nodded.

"Yeah, because we won't be able to be carrying heavy things," Harry said.

"True…" Hermione said, "So…where did you and Ginny go?"

Harry looked at her, eyebrows raised.

"I saw you and Ginny walked in together." Hermione said.

"Oh…we just took a walk," Harry said.

Harry looked at Ron before answering and Ron looked disturbed.

"I think I need to go pack some more stuff," Ron said and left.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Don't worry about him. Ron just feels weird about the whole thing. He'll get over it."

Harry couldn't blame Ron for acting the way he acted. But why does Ron still act that way when he knows that he's not going to date Ginny anymore?

"Yeah, I guess." Harry said awkwardly.

"So…did you two talk things through?"

"Yeah, we'll just stay friends."

"Oh…"

"What?"

"Well…I just thought that you two would get back together."

"I told you Hermione. Sometimes my life is too dangerous and I can't take the risk."

"But…do you love Ginny?"

"What?"

"Well…Harry if you do love Ginny then you'll know that she wants you two to be together and if you do love her then you'll want her to happy."

"But I do love her," Harry said quietly, "that's why I'm keeping her safe, keeping her away from all the danger."

"But Harry, if you do love her then you'll want her to be happy…"

"I am keeping her happy, keeping her away from danger…hold on…are you in love?"

Hermione eyes widen and she blushed, "What? Nonsense…what gave you that idea? Because it's obvious that I'm not in love…"

"Well if you aren't then how do you know what love is?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"What? That...well I like to read…so I read them from books…" Hermione blushed.

"Oh…" Harry said, the suspicion gone. Maybe he needed to read more, Harry thought.

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"Tell me again where are we going at four in the morning?" Ron asked loudly rubbing his eyes as the trio and Ginny walked towards the road.

"Shh…Ron be quiet…mum might hear us…" Ginny said.

"Where are we going though?" Hermione asked.

When Harry was finished telling Hermione and Ron about what happened yesterday about Luna and the daisy, Ron was dumbfounded and Hermione was speechless.

"Are you serious?" Ron asked, couldn't believe what he just heard, "We're about to attend a funeral for a bloody daisy?"

"Yeah," Harry said.

"I can't believe her!" Ron said loudly again, "having a funeral for a daisy."

"Why are you so surprise?" Hermione asked coldly, "I thought you liked her so seeing her have a funeral for a daisy shouldn't be a big surprise for you."

"Why do you care if I'm surprise anyways?" Ron shot back, "Shouldn't you be paying attention to 'Vicky'?"

"Don't call him that!" Hermione said angrily.

"So---" Ron started.

"Enough of it." Harry said, annoyed at Ron and Hermione for always bickering.

Soon they reached the place where Harry and Ginny were yesterday and found Luna already there. She wore a black dress with her black robes. She had on black rainy boots and wore a straw hat and on her palms was Lewis; the daisy. She smiled as she saw the four of them approach.

"I'm glad you guys can make it. Lewis would have been happy." Luna said dreamily.

"Who's Lewis?' Ron asked awkwardly.

"This is him," Luna said holding her palms out so they all can see.

In her palm was a wilted daisy with droopy petals.

Hermione looked coldly from Ron to Luna and back to Ron, who had a vacant expression on his face.

"Should we start?" Harry asked, wanting to get this over with.

"Yes," Luna nodded and turned around to face a small dug out dirt.

They all stood behind Luna and looked at her as she said her speech.

"Lewis, it seemed only yesterday that you had sprouted, that you had bloomed not knowing what tomorrow might bring. You bloomed with a bright future ahead of you. You had dreams you planted in each and every tiny petal. And every morning before the sun rises you would wake me with your soft giggles that would also send me to my dreams late at night. The wind was strong but yet you stood tall and challenged to everything that came in your way but now…you lay in my hands with your life passing by so quickly. I call for you but you'll never again answer. But in my heard you'll stay. And now…you rest in this new home and hopefully you'll come to adjust," Luna sobbed as she said her last words and set Lewis into the hole.

She moved aside and waited.

Was he supposed to say something, Harry thought. And after a few moments with no one saying a word Harry found his legs moving him to where Luna was. He looked into the hole where Lewis was nicely placed and Harry couldn't help but feel a pain of sadness cover him a thief stealing into the night.

Harry cleared his throat and said, "Um…Lewis…I didn't know you well…but I'm sure you were a wonderful…er…a wonderful daisy…but at last you're here in your new home. Rest in peace for now you can forget about everything, all the worries, all the pain, the grief…now you leave it behind for someone else to cry over. You left all your problems for us to walk upon. You probably didn't know what happened, but I did. I was there. I was there to feel the rage, the pain, the anger, the loss that left behind and now rest in peace. You would never again have to bare this madness that is now concurring what I'm revolved by…" and with that Harry stopped. He couldn't say it anymore. He had thought of Dumbledore. He had thought of that night that had brought his death to him. He had thought of Dumbledore leaving him to fight this war. And after saying what he had wanted to say for so long, it seemed as though he had picked up his shattered pieces.

Next was Ginny. She had worn a black dress because she felt that this was all her fault and maybe it was…

"Lewis…" Ginny started, "I'm so sorry. It was my fault that you are here, in your death bed at such a young age. And I know you were a great daisy. Your future is now someone else's but don't give up on them. Let them…let them reach your goal. Because you didn't have the chance give someone else the chance and I'm sorry…for you'll never see the rising sun or the setting moon. I'm sorry…"

For Ron and Hermione, they only said a few words like "I'm sure you were a great daisy" or "You'll be better off away from this world" or "You died young…"

After they all said a little speech, Luna poured the dirt over him and planted a sign made from wood. Luna once again sobbed a little and Harry not knowing what he should do patted her gently on the shoulders. But he didn't think about anything else but the things that had roamed his head when he gave his speech. Was it true that Dumbledore wanted to escape this madness? Harry though. Did he want Harry to go on alone? Or did Dumbledore know that Voldemort was going to win this war?

The sun had started to rise as Luna finished fixing up Lewis's grave beside the other daisies. The bird began singing a soprano song in the distant, which awkwardly sounded like a sad melody. The wind was at calm but the leaves hanging from the loose branches still swing back and forth slowly like a hammock in a summer afternoon.

"You better be heading back. Mrs. Weasley might get angry if she wakes up and finds us gone." Hermione said.

"Yeah, we should." Ron nodded.

Harry suddenly didn't want to leave this place. Being here felt like he was closer to meeting his parents, Sirius, and Dumbledore. Being here felt as though this was where he belonged. He didn't want to leave. Being here, in the middle of the road by the row of daisies felt so right.

"Thank you for coming." Luna said one last time.

Before leaving Harry turned back to look at the piece of wood that was planted to mark Lewis's grave and great sadness covered him.

Here rests Lewis.

He was a wonderful young daisy. He had dreams that he'll never reach. Age that he'll grow to. Wilting, that he'll never go through. Songs that he'll never know. Stars that he'll never reach. And even when he isn't here with us; breathing the very same air, living under the very same weather he'll always be in our hearts until time no longer age and after that…

Author's Note: This chapter is kind of long so I hope you guys didn't get bored reading it. I just though it'll be really good to add in something that Harry would feel after Dumbledore's death, you know the whole thing about going to another funeral and saying what he wanted to. You see…Harry needs to try and let go sometimes. I feel as though he's keeping everything inside and when it reaches the boiling point he takes it out on Ron and Hermione, well not in the sixth book but in the fifth book that happened a lot. Anyways…I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and please review. THANKS TO ALL MY REVIEWERS!