"I'm Draco Malfoy. Yes. The Death eater gone good and married a Weasly." Ginny grinned slightly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek.
"After the war Harry Potter became my best friend. My closest companion. He hooked me and Ginny up and was my best man on my wedding day. I remember calling him 'Potty' or 'Pothead' though as we grew up, he forgave me in many ways. He didn't stereotype me as a Death eater's son, but as an ally, a person, a friend." people were shifting at this.
"Harry, Hermione and Ron didn't think that if I had the chance, I'd kill Dumbledore. They were right. I couldn't. Harry forgave me for that night and before the last battle. I don't know where I would be if Harry hadn't hunted me down to help. Ginny and Ron and 'Mione came with. They helped me." he pulled up the left sleeve of his robe and showed a twisted scar.
"They gave me the support to cut the Dark Mark out of my skin. For that, I thank them." he pulled the sleeve of his robe down and smiled sadly.
"Harry really was the only best friend I ever had. If I could've gotten to Hermione, I would've took the killing curse for her. If it would've kept my niece from losing her daddy, I would have gladly taken that curse. Harry Potter was the boy who lived, the chosen one, my best friend, in ways, my brother-in-law. Thanks, Harry. For being my friend, understanding me when no one else did. Helping me see the light at the end of the tunnel, pulling me out of the grip of the Dark Lord. Hermione has been called many things. A rash actor. A snitch. A brat. A know-it-all." he smiled sadly.
"But I'll always know her and Harry as The-Boy-Who-Lived and The-Girl-Who-Captured-His-Heart." I smiled weakly and stood, making my way to him. I stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek and he kissed my forehead.
"Love you, Mine." he said softly, using my nickname from long ago.
"You to, It." I said softly. He sat on the other side of Ginny and hugged her close.
"I thank the wizarding word for coming to Harry Potter's funeral. He would have laughed at how sad we all are. He died in battle. Like he wanted to. And in the place of dying for me, he killed Voldemort. He gave his daughter a mother. He told me he loved me. Everything that's happened over many years has been done and over. But the raw pain of losing the hero of our world and way of life will always pain us all... I thank you."
I bowed at the waist and touched the coffin. I made my way to my seat. As I sat, a silver otter and a silver stag erupted over where Harry lay. As everyone watched, a small silver tiger cub climbed onto the stag's back and the otter wound around it. I knew, as the coffin erupted into gold and scarlet flames and died to reveal a ruby tome, standing next to his mentor's pearly white one that my best friend, my brother, the third of the trio had heard our memories, our praise, and would cherish them for eternity.