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Chapter 25 : Epilogue 2
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Alex and Prada stood in the front of the crowd in tears. They had been hand-fasted since their first year at Hogwarts. When they graduated, their parents had insisted on them repeating the ceremony so that everyone could see it and celebrate with them. Prada became a healer and Alex began work at the Ministry as a code breaker. They were both in a state of disbelief that they were really at this funeral
Neville and Luna stood next to them, also disbelieving. They were married the day after graduation with most of the school attending; their happiness was evident for all to see. They went around the world on their honeymoon via something called a “cruise ship”; which caused Hermione to giggle and then explain to the others what that was. Neville now teaches biology at Hogwarts while Luna works at her father’s paper. In fact, it was thanks to Luna that the Quibbler gained a reputation of being a respectable publication.
Then came Minerva McGonagall. She sat with her usual stoic manner, but you could see a tear forming in her eye that she casually brushed away. She eventually retired from teaching at Hogwarts as transfiguration teacher and lived the rest of her days in quiet comfort.
Ron, Hermione, and Ronny sat there still stunned that it had happened. This was the last thing that either of them had expected. Ron took time off with the Canons to recover from the shock and to comfort Hermione. She worked in the Library in Hogwarts, having replaced Madame Pince who retired. Her eyes were puffy from long bouts of crying. Ronny was also puffy from lots of crying.
Jayson and Pansy barely made it to the funeral. She waited for him to get home from his “business trip” with fresh garments. She had absolutely refused to let him go in armor. He was tied up with the Chinese army, who picked that day to attack a Buddhist temple. It had been him against a division of Chinese soldiers with tanks and missiles. The Chinese never stood a chance. They looked into the coffin and Pansy started crying too. Jayson remained stoic, but for once had nothing to say; simply shaking his head in disbelief.
The remaining Weasley’s acted like their world has just shattered. Fred and George were a mess. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley weren’t much better. Bill and Charlie tried to comfort them without much success. They were not doing well at all.
Harry Jr. was perhaps the most distraught of all. He felt alone for the first time in his life. He looked like he didn’t know what to do. He kept looking around searching, but knowing he wasn’t going to find.
This leaves Ginny. You probably wonder where she fits into all this. The fact was that it was her funeral. After years of loneliness she had had enough. Her son had graduated from Hogwarts and was accepted into Auror training. With that responsibility completed, she just laid down on the couch and closed her eyes. They found her there two days later, her body stiff and cold. They looked and found that the portrait of Harry was now a portrait of both of them. She had finally reunited with her love. They both had smiles on their faces.
The wizard completed his words and they lowered her body into the ground. Most of the people there were either crying or still in shock. Nobody said anything as they began to shovel dirt into the hole. Soon after they all left the scene and went on their way. Mrs. Weasley prepared a light lunch so that no one went away hungry.
When he arrived at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry Jr. went over to the portrait. There looking at him were his parents.
“Your funeral was nice, Mom.” He said to the faces in the portrait. “A lot of people came.”
“That was sweet of them.” Ginny replied from the painting. She turned to Harry and smiled. “All is now right with the world. I am with the man that I love forever.”
“I’m glad…” Harry Jr. replied.
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