The Saddest Funeral Of All
Harry watched as the coffin was carried in by Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus. It was a tiny one, and was painted in the colours of Gryffindor. As Harry and Hermione stood at the small trestle table watching the progress, the Aurors lining the walkway stiffened and saluted sharply as the party passed. Hermione held Harry's hand and squeezed gently in support. The coffin reached the table and was placed gently upon it. Harry stepped towards the magical microphone and began to speak, all the while looking at the coffin with the tiny body inside.
"We have gathered here today to pay final respects to our honoured dead. And yet it should be noted in the midst of our sorrow, this death takes place in the shadow of a new light, the sunrise of a new world, a world that our beloved comrade gave her life to protect and nourish. She did not feel this sacrifice a vain or empty one, and we will not debate her profound wisdom at these proceedings. Of my friend I can only say this, of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, hers was the most… human." And Hermione led Harry away by the hand as the coffin rose into the air and was turned into a marble tomb. The Aurors fired a 21 wand salute before people made their way up to the castle.
"You alright?" Hermione asked him. Harry nodded before taking one last look at the tomb covered coffin.
"Goodbye, Hedwig" he said softly.
