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Chapter 16: Death In The Dungeons.
Death In The Dungeons.
News spread that day that Rose’s death had been suicide and that Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco were present. They had been questioned throughout the day by fellow students and the teachers were informed of the tragedy. Everyone was in a dull mood as no one really felt like doing work. The girls from the Ravenclaw dorm had been crying all day, but it was really only Suli who was the only one who had ever felt truly close to Rose.
A funeral was held a few days after the terrible ordeal. In the grounds of Hogwarts under the sycamore tree with Rose loved so much there stood a congregation. Under that said sycamore tree, a pale white coffin lay covered in red roses and there stood Albus Dumbledore delivering the speech he never wanted to deliver again. After the death of Cedric Diggory he never wanted to inform the school another student had died. With the rising of Lord Voldemort and the growing fear in the wizarding world, the death of a student, suicide or not.
The sun was setting and the gathering of students and family of Rose sat near the lake. Professor Swainham, with a ghostly charm on his body for a matter of hours, to remove himself from his frame, floated along the congregation. Cobford perched on a tree let leaves go from his claws and flutter down onto the coffin lid as a sign of affection and mourning.
The service had finished and Dumbledore signaled to the 6 boys sitting in the front row. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Fred & George Weasley got up, lifted the coffin onto their shoulders and waded into the water of the Hogwarts lake with the pure white coffin and slowly they laid Rose down to rest in the water and slowly let her drift away into the distance between the valleys. A few rows away, Clare, Oliver and their children, Madeleine, Amelia, Jack, Callum, William, sat with their arms around each other, mourning for their sister and daughter.
Dumbledore cast his eyes over the congregation; he was aware of Rose’s problems and through McGonagall tried to resolve them. He thought to himself that if Rose had seen the amount of people here today then he thought she would not have made such a drastic decision, however, if this was her choice then so be it. She was a desperately unhappy girl. Dumbledore looked over to the six boys in the river, watching the coffin float away. Harry and Draco stood close together; Harry slowly put an arm around Draco’s shoulders and held it there for a moment before awkwardly removing it. Draco did not shrug him off; he did not say a word, just stood there.
“Bloody shame in my opinion,” Fred tried to lighten the mood a little
“Yeah, she was just a girl,” George agreed. There was a moment of silence.
“Yeah, she was just a girl,” tears streamed down Draco’s face, “My girl…” he whispered.