Chapter Eleven
Two coffins and twelve people carrying the two coffins down the aisle in the church. James, David, and four other guys carried my dad in first, while Sirius and Remus plus four carried my mom. Petunia and I were already sitting in the front row crying silently and holding each other's hand. It was the first sisterly thing that we had done since Dumbledore refused to let her into Hogwarts.
Before I knew it James slid in the pew right beside me and put his arm around my waist. This shocked me; it should have been David doing this, but I didn't care right now. I looked at the person beside James—David—and had to stifle a laugh because David was giving James a death glare.
The priest walked down the aisle and to his podium in the middle of the two coffins, "we are gathered here today to remember two great people. The two people who always put others before themselves no matter the cost. Two people who always loved and never hated, no matter if the person were an escaped convict or a nun. If we remember how great they were they will always be in our hearts." He stopped and took a seat.
James nudged me to go up and say something. As I walked I had to take deep breaths so I wouldn't be crying when I started talking. "Mom and dad were always very supportive of me, when I decided to go away from school mom and dad welcomed it with open arms; when I decided to live in New York and dance, they cried a lot, but let me go. They'd always listen when I had boy or school trouble. But even though they loved each other very much they couldn't be more different; Mom was the social type always gossiping with me when I was home for a holiday. She always let me do whatever I wanted without a question. Many great times were spent with her on my bed with two pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream sitting on my floor talking about guys and what pigs they were.
But dad on the other hand was more of the silent type. The one who would rather listen than talk. Every morning when I was home we would eat breakfast together. For some reason Cheerios tasted so much better when eaten in silence. He was always very protective of me. Like when I was sixteen I wanted to stay at a guy friend's house for the summer. Dad interrogated him and finally said to me that he was waiting for the guy to propose to me. Dad loved him from that day forward." My eyes flashed towards James, "Mom and Dad will never be gone, not when we think of them on a day-to-day basis and always remember what they taught us." I bowed my head and walked back to my seat.
"That was great Lils, your parents would be proud," James whispered to me as Petunia got up and walked to the podium.
"Twilight is past and darkness reigns.
The mem'ries of light, too, fade. .
The future predicts unbridled pain.
For me - a masquerade.
Awake, I face fate's cruel test .
Of bearing one more day, .
The absence of your loving breast.
And your sweet bouquet. .
Love is strong, yet can't deny.
The embers that remain.
Will fail to soothe my mournful sigh, .
Which I cannot contain.
My days are spent as one destroyed .
And wondering without hope.
Of why I cannot fill this void.
And why I cannot cope.
'Til death doth claim me and my soul.
I shall love thee still. .
'Til then it is my lonesome role.
To accept God's will." Petunia walked back to her seat next to me and took my hand.
"That was beautiful Petunia I'm sure mom would have loved that."
"Thanks. It's hard to actually believe they are gone. They were so young."
"That is true, but we can't let grief take over our lives; they wouldn't have wanted that to happen to us."
Before we knew it the coffins were being lowered into the cold, dark dirt in the cemetery. My parents were gone forever, never coming back.