Chapter 7 : The Funeral
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Draco sat in front of the fire lost in thought as he watched its dancing flames pop and crackle behind the grate. The day had been difficult for him and he couldn't help but feel as if a weight had been lifted from his burdened shoulders after her burial. The only thing that bothered him now was that the one thing he wanted more than anything in this world had left. Dwelling on his losses, he replayed the day in his mind.
The sun had been set high in the bright blue sky when the mourners began arriving at Malfoy Manor. Among them were Harry Potter, and his wife Ginny. Hermione Granger, his Aunt Andromeda who had brought with her Teddy Lupin and the Minister of Magic. As they entered the garden, white chairs had lined an aisle and were placed strategically on the each side of the fountain. A small podium had been placed up front where Narcissa's body lay entombed in her coffin. The flowers lined around them as they all took their seats and waited patiently for the first speaker to begin talking.
Harry stood up and walked purposefully to the podium. It was normal for him to speak at funerals after the war. It wasn't something he enjoyed doing, but did it as a favor for those who were polite enough to ask.
"I had known Mrs. Malfoy for quite a few years now..." Harry began as he looked uncomfortably around the other guests. "During the war, she lied to the darkest wizard our world had ever seen. She lied for the love of her son, the way that my mother died protecting me. She was willing to take any risk necessary to see her son again. If it wasn't for this lie, I wouldn't be here and the world we live in would be a much different place than it is today." He finished and stepped away from the podium giving Draco a curt nod before he sat down next to Ginny.
The Minister of Magic stood up again, "Thank you Harry." He said inclining his head towards him. "Now a few words from Ms. Shaw."
Amelia nervously rose from her seat unsure about how she actually felt about speaking in front of this small group of very important people. "Ahem," she cleared her throat, "I'm Amelia and I had spent the last few months taking care of Mrs. Malfoy while she was sick. The one thing that I learned about her was that she loved to garden," She smiled and gestured around to the beautiful multi colored garden surrounding them.
"She was a mother, a sister, an aunt, and a friend. She loved her family even though they had been torn apart by the war. She always talked about how that the choices we make define us for who we are and if we can just see through all that is terrible in the world the sun will eventually shine through giving us the answers we seek. She was wise and I will greatly miss her." Amelia finished and walked back to her seat. She noticed that Draco's face had gained some color back. She smiled at him encouragingly as she sat down.
"Mr. Malfoy." The Minister called on him as he was pulled from his thoughts.
Draco stood up and walked slowly to the podium. He could feel the eyes of the guests upon him and it sent a chill down his spine. He knew what they had all thought of him at one time and possibly still did, but this wasn't about him. This was about his mother. His beacon of light who had left this world to continue on in the next without him. Then it hit him as he reached the front, he was alone.
The palms of his hands began to sweat and his face once again paled as he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. Standing there shaking he looked around the guests imploringly until his eyes rested on little Teddy Lupin. He couldn't help but stare at the bright eyed little one who watched him eagerly awaiting for him to speak, but the words wouldn't come.
He recognized himself in Teddy. Realized what his involvement had meant and knew that at that moment he needed to change himself for the better. Not just saying that he will change, but an urge need to change. He couldn't look at the world as black and white anymore. "I," he started. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this." He said as he lowered his head down and made his way quickly to his seat. The Minister nodded and stood back up to speak.
The rest of the funeral went by in a blur that Draco couldn't remember all of the things that were said and done. When it came time to burry his mother, Draco, Andromeda, Teddy, and Amelia were the only ones in the family cemetery. Tears ran down the women's cheeks as Draco stared at her coffin as it was lowered into the ground. The dirt was then magically placed on top and little Teddy to a flower that he had picked in the garden and placed it on the dark mound of earth.
The all walked slowly back to the Manor when the wind began to pick up. Not wanting to hover around the Manor, Andromeda bid them farewell and took Teddy to the disapperating point. Amelia's blonde hair flew around her face as she tried to tame it behind her ears as they walked on.
"Well I suppose I should go ahead and finish getting my things together. I have to report to the hospital tomorrow morning." She told him sadly.
Draco gave a noncommittal grunt as he continued walking and forcing himself to not make eye contact. Amelia grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'll come and say good bye when I am finished."
Draco looked up at her wind blown appearance and nodded. She was beautiful he couldn't deny that, but the wind had made her green eyes dance with an adorable amount of annoyance that he took notice of. "Alright." he told her in a weak voice.
When they reached the garden they went their separate ways.
An hour later, Amelia found him in the drawing room sitting in front of the fire.
"Draco," She called out to him softly, "I have all of my things ready to go now."
He turned his head when he heard two loud echoing plunks on the floor. She had set two suitcases down on either side of her framing her small body between them.
He didn't move from the chair in fear of his feelings and how he may respond to her if he walked over there. Amelia smiled at him with a sad expression on her face as she told him, "Well I guess this is it then."
"I suppose." he replied in a small voice.
"Well," Amelia began as she played with a strand of hair, "I guess I'll see you around then?" She asked hopefully.
Draco nodded. "I guess."
She bent down to pick up her suitcases and started to walk towards the door.
"Amelia." Draco called out to her.
"Yes?" She turned around eagerly.
"Thank you. For... everything." He responded to her as he stood up from the chair.
She gave him a small smile. "You're welcome." She began, "I mean it is my job to take care of the sick so I was more than..." She was caught off guard as Draco placed his lips upon hers kissed her softly.
Amelia dropped the suitcases to the floor with a resounding bang and her hands found his neck. It was pure bliss and a moment that she wanted to capture in time forever, but that nagging feeling that she would be a notch in his belt bothered her.
Draco pulled away gazing into her green eyes. "Please don't leave Amelia." He pleaded with her like a small child begging their mother for a sweet.
Amelia searched his grey eyes before replying, "Draco, I have to. Mr. Lamport will fire me if I don't leave here."
Draco looked defeated and nodded his head disappointedly. She placed a kiss on his soft pale lips before she picked up her suitcases again and turned to walk to the door. As she walked out and the door closed behind her, Draco began running after her. When he reached the door, she was gone.
"Damn it!" He yelled into the darkening night that began to surround him as he fell to his knees and banged his fists on the step. He was defeated as he made his way back to the drawing room. Sitting back down in the chair his thoughts drifted off into the flames and slowly, he began to doze off and was only awakened by a hand shaking him awake some hours later.
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