That next day would prove to be a very emotional one for Hannah.

At 5 A.M. there came a gentle knock on her door that quietly woke her.

Someone then opened the door and entered the room without waiting for a response.

That someone was Heather Abbott, who slowly approached Hannah's bed as she started to rise from it.

"Good morning, mom," said Hannah softly.

"Yes," said Heather quietly, "I come to you in this moment, not as your headmistress, but as your mom. As you know, your father met his tragic fate eleven years ago today"

"I feel that," said Hannah honestly, "I've never told anyone this, but, I still sometimes feel the pain of the loss of dad inside of me. Sometimes this pain burns blue hot. Personally, I think I have some feelings that are buried deep within me because I've never had a chance to expel them. I feel as though I've never had the opportunity to grieve for dad properly."

"That's why I'm going to be taking you to your dad's grave this morning," said Heather in a meaningful voice, "It will be a deeply emotional, and possibly unbearably painful experience for you, but I think you will find it therapeutic. I haven't get given you this opportunity before because I didn't think you were ready to handle it yet. I may have made a mistake there."

"It might have helped me to make this visit earlier, " admitted Hannah, "But I don't blame you for your caution. It's in a mom's nature to be protective of her children, sometimes to a fault. You only wanted what you thought was best for me and you've always looked after me well."

"Please get dressed then," requested Heather.

Hannah dressed in a yellow dress, yellow socks, and yellow tennis shoes while also putting on the lemon drop necklace with the interlocking H and A.

"What is that necklace?" Heather asked Hannah.

"I know dad's favorite candy was lemon drops and his initials were H.A. I made these necklaces to wear today in tribute to and in the loving memory of Hunter Abbott," explained Hannah, "Harry, Amy, and Susan have agreed to wear them as well."

Heather felt tears form in her eyes.

"As a mother, I'm so grateful that you have such beautiful and wonderful friends," said Heather softly, "So, I'm going to take you by Side Along Apparition to your dad's grave. Remember, that, owing to the circumstances surrounding his death, he had to be buried in snake form."

There was a minute and a nanosecond of deafening silence and then Heather grabbed Hannah's left arm with her right arm and performed Side Along Apparition.

They landed in front of a casket made of white marble which had a name and date engraved upon it in black ink.

Hunter Abbott.

Born February 26th, 1960.

Died September 30th, 1981.

There can be no triumph without loss. No victory without suffering. No freedom without sacrifice.

Hannah felt her stomach churn and her eyes well up. Her insides were filling with burning, strong emotions. The words "loss", "suffering", and "sacrifice" seemed to hit Hannah with a punch to the gut that the GOAT boxer could never have landed.

Next nanosecond, Heather dug her right hand into her right hand pocket and retrieved her wand.

Heather performed a nonverbal spell and made a wreath of eleven yellow roses appear.

Handing the roses to Hannah, Heather said, "Hannah, you are going to lay eleven yellow roses upon your father's casket on the eleven year anniversary of his passing."

Very slowly and very quietly, Hannah took the wreath of eleven yellow roses from her mother.

Walking up to her father's grave at a dignified and respectful pace, Hannah laid the wreath of eleven yellow roses upon her father's grave.

Hannah slowly backed away and looked at the wreath of eleven yellow roses, the poignancy of the moment palpable.

Hannah's eyes focused on the wreath of eleven yellow roses that she had placed upon her father's casket and broke down completely, her tears featuring a constant, burning sensation in them.

After a minute and a nanosecond, Hannah collapsed to the ground, unable to stand on her two feet anymore with the emotion of the moment weighing down on her.

Hannah sat there in her collapsed and crying state until she had no more tears left to shed.

It had sapped every ounce of strength that Hannah had in her to look at the wreath of eleven yellow roses and feel the unfiltered emotion of the scene, but now that her tears had subsided she was actually starting to feel a bit better.

"That," said Hannah bluntly, "Was both very hard and very helpful. I don't know how to explain this, but literally right now is the first time in my life that I've ever felt like I've actually come to terms with accepting my father's death. I think letting out my grief and emotion this morning was a huge step for me, a massive release if you will. It was an intensely painful few minutes, but also the most therapeutic thing that could have happened for me. I'm sure there will still be times I will feel very sad about dad's death, but I'm somehow more at peace with it now that I just went through that experience."

Heather and Hannah now both walked closer to the grave again and fixed their eyes upon the wreath of eleven yellow roses.

"What a beautiful and fitting tribute," said Hannah solemnly, "Eleven yellow roses for dad on the eleven year anniversary of his passing."

"Yes," agreed Heather, "A touching tribute to a man who touched so many lives."

Now staring directly at her father's grave, Hannah said, "Dad, I know you can't hear me, but I want to say that I am very proud of you. I couldn't be prouder of the way you always placed everything and everyone else above yourself. You were a man's man who selflessness and courage will be admired forever. I'm sorry that you didn't get to see me grow up. I'm sorry that you'll never know about the Yellow Quartet. I miss you. Too many children in my generation know all too well that there is no worse tragedy than a child losing a parent. But, I also want to thank you for giving me the beautiful name of Hannah. Dad, I promise to lead a life you would be proud of and to encourage others to do the same. Goodbye and thank you."

Hannah started to cry again, but this was a more peaceful cry. Hannah was taking in the moment and really letting herself feel it.

"Take all the time you need, Hannah," said Heather quietly.

Hannah took a little while longer to take it all in and then said, "Mom, I'm ready to go back to Skyward School of Practical Sorcery now."

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