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Chapter 1
Dream
The battle was at its peak. A multitude of curses and shielding spells clashed in the air, and the courageous men and women fought for their lives. Harry, Hermione, Bellatrix, and Voldemort were dueling in a large clearing. "Stupefy" yelled Mione as she sent a stunning spell at Bellatrix, who crumpled to the ground. She turned toward the duo, having it out with each other. All of a sudden, two deatheaters came out from the trees behind Harry, their wands at the ready. "HARRY, WATCH OUT!" Hermione screamed. Harry whirled around.
The deatheaters raised their wands, as did Voldemort. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" screamed Voldemort. A beam of green light issued from their wands at Harry's turned back. Hermione sprinted over, and jumped in front of him, shielding him from the killing curse. She let out a soft, "Oh!" as the curse hit her, and she fell to the ground, dead. Harry turned around.
"Hermione, NO!" Harry saw her on the ground and rushed over, even though he knew her dead.
"She's dead, Potter." Stated Voldemort maliciously. Harry felt white-hot anger bubble up in his chest, how dare he! Words rose into Harry's mouth, a spell he never knew he knew.
"Amorus talionis maximus!" Harry roared. A blinding pink light flew from his wand and engulfed Voldemort. He-who-must-not-be-named let out an unearthly scream as he burned to ashes
End of dream
A certain green eyed man woke from his dream, sweating. He looked over at his clock. It was 2 o'clock in the morning. Today's the day I bury my fiancé he thought, as sleep overcame him.
Later
The setting sun cast long shadows extending from the creamy marble of the gravestones. There were so so many of them. Whole families, groups of friends, all who had died fighting for what was right. The War was finally over, after 7 long, and grueling years full of pain and sadness. The dead tree in the shape of a claw, extended up from the barren earth. It twisted and turned into the violently orange sky, without the slightest trace of a cloud. A long procession of black coaches pulled by thestrals. They were no longer invisible. The gaunt faces watching the dragonish horses, all had known death. Little orphan children in the street knew what death was. Death was a man in a cloak coming for their parents. Death was the stillness of the air, as their parents lay unmoving on the ground. Death was the cold high laugh, and the red slits of eyes. Death was darkness.
The seven carriages came to rest at the entrance to the graveyard. Two dozen witches and wizards leaped out of the second one, dressed in mourning robes and wearing solemn masks. They proceeded to the first and second coaches and retrieved their burden. The men and women bore two coffins as they strode down the dirt walk. The earth was fresh, and they stopped in the one last open area of land. It was a large ring, reserved for cremations. Following the pallbearers, witches and wizards of all shapes and sizes stepped out of the coaches. Their faces were tired, their cheeks sagging from frowns. Four men and a woman stepped out of the last carriage. They had come to burn their dead loved ones. There were tracks of tears running silently down their faces. Although they were young, sadness had taken a toll on them. They sagged on each other for support, both physically and emotionally. The quartet arrived at the circle, and the bearers opened the casket. The woman buried her face in her brother's shoulder.
The two bodies lay side by side. The two women in them were young. Their faces radiated feelings of peace, their job was done and their purpose was served. It was time for them to go. The one on the right had smooth ivory skin, and curly brown hair, which used to be bushy. Although one could not see her chocolatey brown eyes, no one would forget them and the way the glowed and blurred. She wasn't often seen without the two men, and she had died a hero's death. She had been known as Hermione Granger, and she was 24 years old.
The other one was less known, but no one would forget her. She had matured into a beautiful young woman, from a dotty girl. Her formerly tangled and dirty hair had transformed into long golden waves, and her eyes had softened into her face. She was wearing her butterbeer cap necklace as always. Her name for the short while she was on earth had been Luna Lovegood. She was a year younger than Hermione, at 23.
A rock had been transfigured into a podium underneath the gnarled tree, and the red-haired woman rose. She wiped her eyes, and took slow, faltering steps toward the stage. She pointed her wand at her throat and whispered, "Sonorus" She took a shaky breath and then began to speak, pausing every now and then to choke back her tears. "I won't ever forget my two best friends. They helped me through every single trial in my life; be it hair care or goblin legislation. We were three very different girls. Hermione was the bookworm, even though Luna was in Ravenclaw. She was the one to go to for homework help. Luna was the one with new fangled ideas, which could change the world, as we know it. She was the one who would show up at the balls wearing bright orange dress robes, and a huge pumpkin hat. But where did I fit into all this. They were smarter, and brighter, and more interesting than I'll ever be. There were times that I doubted myself, but they were there to tell me that I was special to them and to the world." She paused, and then looked at the coffins. "You guys were great, but you left me here alone. Hermione, who is going to tell me that the answer in Ancient Runes, eihwaz is totally different from ehwaz? They sound the same to me without your voice there to guide me. Luna, who is going to convince me that reading a book upside down, will redefine the meaning of life for me? I don't know what I'm going to do without you guys, but I know that you'll get along without me. Remember me, I'll never forget you guys." Ginny Weasley stepped down from the podium, her tears clouding her vision. She muttered "Quietus." and her voice was restored to its normal state. She hugged her brother as he stepped up to say his words, and fell into the arms of her blonde-haired boyfriend.
I feel so alone again
I know that I need you
To help me make it through the night
And I pray that you believe in me
You gave me my strength
To face another day alone
And I need you now my friend
More than you know yah
When will we meet again
Cause I can't let go of you
This world brings me down again
I know that I need you
To help me make it through the night
And I know that you're the one for me
You gave me my strength to face another day alone
And I need you now my friend
More than you know yah
When will we meet again
Cause I can't let go I can't let go
As time passes by I find
Things never seem to change
When I feel alone
You bring me back to you
And I need you now my friend
More than you know yah
When will we meet again
Cause I can't let go of you
No I can't let go
Ron's voice was hoarse, and his tone gruff. His eyes were red and puffy. "Hem." He cleared his throat. "Sonorus." He drew a deep breath and then began. "Falling in love with someone only happens once in a person's life. It makes one feel like they're on the moon, and they're head is floating off into space. Luna made me feel like no one else could. She made me forget that sometimes my family was totally crazy." He tried a weak grin in the direction of the sobbing Molly Weasley, and Charlie and Fred and George. Besides Ginny and Ron, this was the Weasley clan. "She made me forget I wasn't the richest one money-wise but reminded me how rich I was in friends. She said that was where it counted. In 5th year when I first met her, I thought she was as loony as a loon. She was Loony Lovegood, and she sometimes annoyed me by calling be Ronald. This was the way it was with Luna; everything was 100% real. The night I proposed to Luna, I'll never forget the way she glowed and how her whole face lit up. She was so happy, these are the things we should remember." One could see that shadow of a trademark grin on his face as he reminisced. "Hermione was a bookworm, but I wouldn't' have her any other way. She once bought me a planner that could scream in 5 different languages for me to do my homework. We fought, but we always made up sooner or later, after our stuff was ruined. She once took my planner and charmed it so it said, "RONALD WEASLEY IS AN ABSOLUTE GIT!" I in return gave her an Elephant éclair, which made her develop thunder thighs and giant ears. She was not happy. I guess what I'm trying to say is that these two people who have affected us all deserve to be remembered for all the times they were happy and having fun. The War has changed all of us and I stand before you as a widow and devoid of one of my best friends. When you think of these two lovely ladies, think of how they were, not how they are. Don't let them die inside of you. I'm sure Hermione is already reading up a storm up there, and Luna is well, being Luna." He tried a chuckle, but it came out as a half grunt. "I'll love you always Luna." Ron let the tears flow freely as he stepped down and stumbled back to his seat. "Quietus." He muttered.
I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road
We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around disappears
Just you and me
On this island of hope
A breath between us could be miles
Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let me be the calm you seek
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night's
Too long
And cold here
Without you
I grieve in my condition
For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say
And you just walk away
And I forgot
To tell you
I love you
And the night's
Too long
And cold here
Without you
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