A group of people stood around a grave in an empty graveyard. Among the group was Becky, Heather, Mitch, and Schyler's family. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the Weasleys were also present. Taylor clung to Becky, sobbing, as she watched her older sister's coffin lower into the ground. Becky held the younger girl, tears falling from her own eyes. Mitch watched the coffin, tears falling down his face but his eyes were blazing with anger. Heather was crying but she was also holding a bowl of apples.
"H...Heather-nee-chan...what're those for?" Taylor sobbed as the coffin began to be covered with dirt.
"Schyler liked apples," Heather whispered. "I brought them for her." As the service ended the crowd left, leaving only Becky, Heather, Mitch, and Taylor.
"Here Schyler," Heather said setting the bowl by the headstone. "I know you liked the green ones."
"Becky-nee-chan..." Taylor cried. "You...you said you'd help her...You said...!"
"I know..." Becky whispered. "I tried Taylor. We all did. But we just...couldn't..." Someone laughed from behind them.
"I told you were going to live with the guilt."
"Malfoy!" Becky snarled as she, Heather, and Mitch whirled around their wands pointed at Draco's heart.
"How dare you show your face here!" Heather shouted. Taylor fell back behind the three of them.
"She was my wife after all," Draco drawled. "A worthless one but all the same I thought I ought to come to the funeral."
"You should never have come here," Mitch growled. "We're going to finish this now Malfoy."
"No!" Taylor cried. Everyone turned to her.
"Taylor?" Becky asked.
"No! No fighting! Schy-nee-san is dead! I can't loose you guys too!"
"You won't," Heather said. "We out number him."
"But...but it's Schyler's funeral..." Taylor sobbed. "She wouldn't want...not today..." Becky lowered her wand slowly.
"Taylor's right," she said. "We can't do this now." Reluctlently the other two lowered their wands as well.
"We'll finsih this another day," Mitch promised. With that the four of them left Draco standing in front of Schyler's grave.