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Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you can recognize; meaning Harry Potter, 'Lilium'
from Elfen Lied or 'Even in Death' from Evanescence
ITALICS are song lyrics inside Chapter 3.
Hell Raiser: The Pact
By: Kiona Lucine Bloodfang Sabrefang
Last Chapter:
"Albus, what do we do now? With the boy gone, who will stop Voldemort? It's not fair! He was only a boy", said the Potions master between sobs.
"I don't know what well do, Severus. I really don't know", answered the distraught Headmaster, looking several years older.
Chapter 3: A Last Goodbye for the Boy-Who-Lived
By the next day, the whole Wizarding community knew about Harry Potter's death. His body was laid to rest on a crystal coffin, decorated with rubies, ambers and emeralds and was set on top of a pair of Mahogany pedestals, and pictures of his once smiling face placed at either side of the coffin. His coffin was placed outside of Hogwarts castle, where thousands of wizards and witches gathered to say their goodbyes to their savior.
Three days after the boy's death, his funeral was held. The whole school (along with their families and friends), all the Members of the Order and several people from the Ministry showed to give their last respects the Boy-Who-Lived; Not a single face was dry, everyone was silently crying and mourning.
At exactly 12:00 p.m., the ceremony began.
"Ladies and gentlemen", began Dumbledore his small speech," we are gathered here to pay our last respects to a wonderful young man, a boy who shone hope and light though all the darkness for us all. He faced many challenges while his stay at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which he met valiantly and heroically. He forever shall be missed. Now to say the eulogies, Ms. Hermione Granger and Mr. Ronald and Ms. Ginny Weasley."
The three teenagers made their way to the podium, from which Dumbledore had made his speech, with a heavy heart. Hermione was the first to speak.
"Harry was a great friend, one of the best I ever had. His bravery and skill will be very hard to match, even in years to come.
Harry didn't have a happy childhood. He lost his parents at a very young age and was placed under the care of his wizard-hating family who made his live, literally, a living hell. He was treated more like a house elf than a human being. He did all the housework, cooked all the meals and he had to sleep in a cupboard under a flight of stairs.
He wasn't allowed to have friends; his cousin made sure of that. Ron and I where Harry's first friends; we stood by him during the good times and the bad times, through happiness, sadness, danger and despair.
Why have I told you this? Because many of you have made the wrongful assumption that Harry Potter grew up with a loving family that revered him like a god. He hated all the attention; he hated being the Boy-Who-Lived. I know he would have wanted the Wizarding world to know the truth", said Hermione through silent tears.
"Harry was the best friend I have ever the pleasure and honored to have. He saved my little sister's life, he financed my twin brother's business and he help me transform from the scared little boy a used to be to the brave young man I am today. My courage will never match his, but I will always carry his example with me to inspire me during the tougher times.
Harry has touched and changed the lives of everyone that had the privileged to meet him. Harry, mate, you will never be forgotten", a sobbing Ron spoke, hugging his girlfriend, Hermione, and looking into his lost friend's face.
"I had written a speech to say here, but yesterday I heared a song that summarized everything I was going to say. It is by a muggle rock group called Evanescence", said Ginny as she began to sing.
"Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
Some say I'm crazy for my love, Oh my love
But no bonds can hold me from your side, Oh my love
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
And I can't love you, anymore than I do
Even if we never dated or anything, I still loved Harry. And I will never stop loving him", finished Ginny, tears flowing freely down her face.
The silent sobbing escalated to hysterical crying at the end of the eulogies. Everyone present slowly stood up and walked in front the crystal coffin, saying their goodbyes and leaving flowers before Harry was sent to his last resting place.
"Thank you, Harry. You gave me more confidence and thanks to you, I can finally make my name proud", sobbed out Neville Longbottoms as he looked at his friend and teacher's face for the last time, placing a red rose inside his coffin.
"Harry, I hope you know that even if we didn't really dated, I really loved you. I'm sorry to had hurt you", said Cho, placing a kiss on Harry's could cheek and leaving a bouquette of blue roses on his chest.
Many more students (from every house), proffesors, and the general population of wizards and witches walked by and placed flowers from every color avalaible inside the crystal casket. The last one to walk by was Draco Malfoy, the only one with a dry, indeferent face.
"Damn you, you idiot! You got yourself killed! Now tell me, what the hell am I supposed to do now! Who am I supposed to fight? Who am I going to envy? Who will beat me at playing Quidditch?", tears of anger flowed freely from his eyes now as he held tightly to the side of the coffin. "The only reason for me to be at Hogwarts now was to be better than you, to beat you at everything you did! You where the only worthy opponent for me and now your gone. I really hate to admit it Potter, you were and shall always remain, better than me", finished Draco, dropping to his knees as for the first time he dropped his arrogant facade.
"Come on, Draco. We must go", whispered Severus Snape lifting the sobbing blonde from the floor.
Minutes later, Harry's casket was closed, the world seeing Harry Potter's face for the last time. A choir began to sing in latin.
Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam,
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.
Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Arthur Weasley and Alastor Moody lifted the fragile, crystal coffin and moved it to its final resting place at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where a memorial was errected in the boy's name.
Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem,
Quoniqm cum probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.
The men, gently, lowered the casket in a pre-made marble box, also part of the memorial, and placed its marble lid on top, sealing the young man's body forever.
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison
O quam sancta, quam serena,
quam benigma, quam amoena
O castitatis lilium
Icy-blue eyes watched the whole ceremony, hidden from view in the Forbidden Forest. After all the guest left, Permafrost ventured to see the memorial raised in his name. It was simple: it was a statue of Harry flying on top his firebolt, the moment when he was most in peace.
"I can't believe all those people came to my funeral", whispered Permafrost touching his statue.
"Now you know how much you ment to wizardkind", said a voice from behind Permafrost, startling him.
"Damn it, Reaper! Don't do t hat!", said Permafrost glaring at Reaper.
"Don't be a baby. Tell me, what does the memorial reads?"
" Here lies Harry James Potter Evans, son, friend, and incredible human being. May your courage and actions inspire generations to come. You're legacy shall not be forgotten", read Permafrost, whose face softened from his cold, emotionless mask. Unfortunately, it was quickly replaced.
"Those present at the funeral shall be the first to go."
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