Hello Readers! Another depressing chapter, but I can assure you that the next few are anything but! Thank you very much for the reviews, please keep them coming!

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The next two days passed in a blur of tears, tissues, funeral arrangements, sleeping potions and floo powder. Nothing could have possibly prepared me for the funeral.

Professor Dumbledore had a word with my mother and kindly allowed me to take both the day of the funeral and the day after off school. He also permitted the Marauder's and Lily to come to the funeral.

I faced the hardest moment in my life when the time came to close the lid of my father's coffin. I stared at his peaceful face so hard that it blurred, inscribing it into my memory forever. As the lid slid over, I realised, that I couldn't do it. I couldn't possibly allow them to seal the lid. It would mean that I would never see my dad ever again.

"NOOOOOO!" I screamed. I lunged after the coffin, desperate to pull the lid off and hug my father for eternity. James and Sirius had to restrain me until I collapsed to the floor in a sobbing mess.

Remus and Sirius half-supported, half-carried me to the muggle hearse and helped me and my mother into the car. My father had been a muggle lover, it was what he would have wanted.

The silence was deafening as we travelled along the road, muffled only by sobs and the rain lashing violently like knives against the windscreen. The sky was grey and it was freezing cold. The weather seemed to match the mood.

As we entered the wizard-friendly chapel all eyes turned to my mother and I. We could feel the sympathy directed towards us. There was a smell of sorrow in the air.

I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of people that showed up to pay their respects to my father. I even saw the majority of my teachers and even Professor Dumbledore! Hagrid, being good friends with my parents was sitting in a magically strengthened chair at the back of the church. His eyes were as red and puffy as mine, and he had a tablecloth sized handkerchief on standby.

Lily and the boys' parents were also in attendance and I recognised a scary looking man with a mad eye that constantly spun around. He had come to our house on several occasions. I believe he was an Auror. I tried eavesdropping before and they were talking about 'the Order' whatever that is. I was caught before I heard anything else.

The service was long and drawn out, there was no way that I could concentrate on what the stubby man was droning on about. It seemed petty and insignificant. Why should we be sitting here whilst this man I didn't even know was talking about a load of rubbish when my daddy had just died?

I was snapped out of my daydream by an anxious Lily tugging on my sleeve.

"Come on Amy, it's time", she whispered. I swallowed a lump in my throat and let her pull me to my feet. With Mum on my right and Remus on my left we trudged out of the chapel and slowly trudged outside.

As far as cemeteries go, this one was nice. It was small and tranquil. The graves were well maintained; they had shining headstones and a vast variety of fresh flowers. However, no matter how well it was disguised, there was no way to conceal the grim reality that was the function of a graveyard.

Especially when you were about to bury your dad there.

We all gathered around an open grave. I couldn't see the bottom of it. It seemed cold and forbidding. The coffin came floating after us.

A steady stream of tears streamed down my cheeks but I didn't bother wiping them away. Many others were in a similar situation, especially mum.

I didn't even realise that the man had been talking until my dad's coffin began to lower itself down into the grave.

"STOP!" I screeched doing my best to reach my dad's coffin. Remus grabbed my arms and held me back.

"LET GO OF ME!" I screamed. I barely registered the hurt in his face, but he didn't let go. Everyone was staring at me with sympathy. The coffin didn't stop. It continued to descend into the darkness until we could no longer see it. To my horror, the grave promptly began to fill itself with soil.

He was at rest now. He was with my grandparents and his older sister who had died before he was born. But he wasn't here with me and mum and he never would be again.

I was never going to see him again. I was never going to speak to him, laugh with him, listen to him ever again.

He was gone.

I sank to my knees, bawling uncontrollably. My whole body shook violently. I screamed myself hoarse until everybody left for the Leaky Cauldron and only my mother, the Marauder's, Lily and their parents were left.

Mum wrapped her arms around me and rocked me back and forth as though I were an infant. I didn't mind being mollycoddled, I needed it. Mum too had tears rolling down her face, she had just lost her soul mate and yet she still put my needs in front of her own.

The only reason I went to the Leaky Cauldron was to support my mother, but I can promise you that the bliss of slipping into my warm, cosy bed and crying myself to sleep that night was indescribable.