Written for the May Event at Hogwarts for the prompt: always.
Words: 112
Eulogy
The funeral was a sombre affair, but for a few of the attendees, it didn't seem real. There were too many people, and many of them had never even met Harry. The cameras were there, too, the reporters. They couldn't let them have this day.
Draco was there near the front, but he didn't feel welcome. Over the years he'd come to realise how alike he and Harry were.
Hermione stood alone, tears rolling silently down her cheeks.
Ginny was by her children in the front row, staring at the coffin with a heart that felt empty.
They didn't know it, but all three of them were thinking the same thing: always.
