A/n- This one is a little more difficult but I'm going to give Astoria Greengrass a try. My genre is tragedy and my prompt is frozen.
If it was any other day besides today, I would be smiling. Instead, I was standing graveside, glancing down to see the silver coffin before me. Tears streaked down my cold, pink cheeks as I grasped a rose in my hands. The wind blew, causing my body to shiver. I had been standing here for over an hour, frozen in place by my inability to accept what was happening.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped slightly, forgetting that I wasn't alone. Turning around, I noticed that one of her fellow classmates was staring at me with curiosity. I honestly couldn't blame the blonde haired boy; I was denying the fact that she was truly dead, that she wasn't coming back. I stared back down at the grave, trying to gather the courage to move or speak.
He wordlessly started a fire between us, warming my numb body. I had been raised with proper manners; but I didn't thank him even though I was grateful for the warmth the fire provided. Judging by his silence, he knew I was, even if I didn't vocalize it. He just stood next me, not uttering a word or bothering to tell me I needed to leave, like others before him had. Despite the lack of words, I knew he was trying to comfort me.
I didn't acknowledge that fact though; instead I ignored his occasional glances. My thoughts lay with my childhood. I couldn't bring myself to believe she was dead. My sister wasn't dead. She just couldn't be. I grew up with her. We were partners in crime but when we were caught, I would take the blame for things she had done. I laughed with her and played silly games. We were inseparable.
But when Hogwarts came for her, we weren't sisters who were each other's' best mate. We were sisters who didn't know anything about each other. She started to hang out with the wrong crowd. I no longer knew my sister. I lost her and I didn't even try to get her back.
The years passed slowly and we grew further apart. During my fifth year, I wasn't old enough to stay for the Battle of Hogwarts. She, unfortunately, was, being two years older than myself. I didn't want to leave her, even if I didn't know who she was. In the end, she was still my flesh and blood, my sister. I needed her. But she fought for the wrong side and lost the most valuable thing, her life.
Despite our differences, I still loved her. My heart ached to see her with her light blonde hair blowing softly in the wind and her smile that lit up her brown eyes. As I stared down, realization hit me hard. A fresh wave of sobs racked my body, causing me to lose my balance. I vaguely noticed that the warmth of the fire had disappeared as my sisters' classmate wrapped his arms around me to prevent me from falling.
I just wanted to tell her that I didn't hate her. I never did get the chance to tell her I was sorry for pretending to hate her before I was whisked away to safety. It was one of the many things I regretted in my life and the main reasons tears flowed down my cheeks.
A/n- I like it. I really hope that you do to. Just so you know, it was Draco trying to comfort her.