Chapter One.
As the short wizard conducting the funeral ceremony drones on about Ron and Ginny's lives, and how they were such great mothers and fathers, I realize that no one in the room knows how I really feel. My mother doesn't, Molly and Arthru Weasley don't, and Harry certainly doesn't. No one understands that Harry is the one I love, that I was driven into Ron's arms only because Harry rejected me. I admit, I did come to love Ronald with his quirky ways and charming smile, but all the while I yearned for Harry's arms to be around me.
I am brought back to the present with a jolt. Harry's hand slides out of mine, and he shuffles toward a group of sad-looking people, all of whom want to give their sympathies. But I don't want sympathy. I shouldn't get any sympathy. Here I am at my own husband's funeral, dreaming about my best friend instead. I feel dirty and terrible.
Suddenly, I want to run. I want to get out of this place. So I do. I turn to the person standing nearest to me, Ron's million-year-old aunt, Auntie Muriel, and say, "Could you let Harry know that I'm going-" I stop. Where am I going to go? The Burrow? My house? No to both of those. Then, it dawns on me. I know a place where I can go and be alone for a little bit. "-to Hogwarts." I finish.
Muriel stares up at me with her watery, red-rimmed eyes. "Well, what're you going there for?" she yells at me.
"Oh, you know, just to visit...friends?" I say, my voice going up an octave on the word "friends".
"I didn't know you had friends!!" Muriel screeches.
"Well, goodbye," I say hurriedly, wanting to get away before Muriel does any more damage to my eardrums. I turn on the spot and disappear into the compressing darkness that is Apparation.