Chapter 1 : Life Is a Dream Walking, Death Is Going Home
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She didn't think she could take it much longer. People that barely knew Harry getting up to speak was irritating her. No one here needed reminding of what he did for the world. They didn't know the real Harry like she did.
Ginny thought she'd never be here at this point in her life but here she was at her own boyfriend's funeral.
Ginny had thought that he would always make it out alive and never gave the thought of him not a second glance.
Now she watched as her life began crumbling around her.
Finally, Professor Lupin got on the podium and began his speech.
"When I first saw Harry he was just a baby boy," Lupin started. He paused to look at everyone and then continued, "After his parents died I was heartbroken. They were my best friends. When they died I vowed to protect Harry with my life, a vow which I've regretfully broken."
At this, Lupin's voice broke. He cleared his throat and continued but his words seemed heavier.
"I took great pride in watching him grow up to be the selfless man you all know. He was always quick to give not expecting anything in return. His friends meant more to him than anything and this love is what got him through."
"He was forced on a pedastal for the whole wizarding world to ridicule and mock and then to hope and believe in and he still kept doing what he knew was right. He was his father through and through and I'm sure James and Lily would've been proud."
"His death has proved to me that you can never take life for granted. Harry never did and I'm sure he wouldn't want any of you too either.
"Anyone who was lucky enough to know him personally knew what a great man he was."
Lupin looked at everyone,"I know everyone here will miss Harry Potter but he would not want us to be sad because he is in a better place. I know for a fact he's looking down on us right now and if he saw us all crying he'd be dissapointed."
"That's why I don't remember how he died or why he died. None of that matters. I remember how he lived and all the good things he's done in his life."
Lupin seemed like he was going to go on but instead walked off the podium and sat down in his seat.
Kingsley stood up from behind the podium and Ginny knew the time had come; the time to bury Harry; her Harry.
It seemed like time stood still for Ginny as she watched Harry's coffin lowered into the ground.
She took no notice of her surroundings. She stood straight and silent and as they began to shovel dirt in his grave. She couldn't help but think that with each shovelful, a piece of her heart was being buried alongside it.
She didn't move. She didn't speak. She didn't do anything. She just watched as her life crumbled all around her.
She wanted to cry, to show some sort of emotion but all she felt was empty; like feelings were meaningless now.
She looked over at Ron and Hermione, the latter of which was holding on to her brother so tight that it looked like she feared of letting go, or she would disappear too.
Ginny looked back at Harry's grave as her father put his hand on her shoulder, "It's time to go Ginny."
She looked at her father and could see the same sort of hopelesness and sadness in his eyes that he must see in hers.
She didn't say a word as they made there way back through the gates of Godric's Hollow and disaparated to the Burrow.
When they got there, Ginny walked through the door into the kitchen and went straight to the stairs. She didn't want to be near anyone right now.
She got to her room and layed down on the bed where she stared at the ceiling.
"What am I going to do without him?" she thought.
Suddenly, it was like a dam in her chest broke and she began to cry.
He wasn't coming back and the realization of that tore her heart in ways she couldn't describe. If ever there was hope for the future anymore, she couldn't see it. Lord Voldemort was vanquished but at a heavy cost most of all for her.
She couldn't see how her happiness could be ripped away from her like that.
"Why me!" she screamed.
The mood around the kitchen table was somber. No one knew what to do or what to say. They were all feeling the pangs of heartache at Harry's passing.
"Arthur," Molly said tiredly, "Do you think she'll be alright?"
"I don't know dear," he replied, "We can only hope. It's hit her harder than the rest of us."
All of a sudden they heard Ginny scream from upstairs.
"I'll go see her," Molly said as she rose from her chair.
Arthur kissed her on the forhead as she walked out of the room.
She made her way up the stairs to her daughter's bedroom and when she reached the door, knocked.
When she didn't get a reply she opened the door slowly to see Ginny curled up in a ball on her bed crying.
Ginny felt pressure as someone sat down beside her, "Go away."
"Ginny, you can't lock yourself in your room like this. Everyone's hurting, not just you," her mother said.
"I could really care less anymore," Ginny retorted.
"Your father and I are worried about you honey," Molly said, "We just want you to be okay."
"Okay? Okay?!" Ginny said, "You think that everything is going to be okay just because you say so? You couldn't possibly understand how I feel. The pain i'm going through right now hurts like you couldn't even imagine."
Molly smiled down at her daughter sadly, "You're a strong girl sweety. I know you'll get through this. You'll be okay."
A heavy silence greeted her words.
After awhile, Ginny said, "What am I going to do without him mum? I love him so much. I just don't want to believe he's gone."
Molly grabbed her up and held her to her chest as her daughter started to cry again. Ginny's sobs broke her heart for she couldn't, like she said, understand what her daughter was feeling.
When Ginny finally went quiet, Molly looked down to find her asleep.
She layed Ginny down and pulled the covers over her hoping her only daughter would be alright.
Meanwhile, another person was going through his own turmoil many miles away.
Draco Malfoy stood beside the fireplace in what was left of his father's mansion as he tried to find anything worth salvaging.
The house had been destroyed in Harry and Voldemort's last battle and Draco couldn't help but wonder why Voldemort chose his house for his base.
"Probably because of all the wards," he thought.
He went upstairs and checked through all the rooms but everything was either broken or burned. It wasn't like he had a lot of good memories to take with him from this house. Just little pieces of memories were all he had left of his mother. He almost went into her room but couldn't and instead went back downstairs and into the den.
He began walking around aimlessly not really knowing what to do.
Just then he spotted a small metal frame glinting from underneath the charred sofa.
He walked over and moved the sofa before picking up the picture frame.
His eyes began to water as he looked at the face of his mother. Her face which he would never see again.
His mother was the one person who he could rely on. He could trust her so completely. She didn't expect of him like his father did, no in fact, she seemed to have tried her best to keep him away from the paths his father had set out for him.
The loss of his mother had made him a much colder man. Was he a man already, yet he knew it was true. He was 18 now.
"What now?" he thought to himself as he took the picture from it's frame and pocketed it.
He could stay and rebuild his home, but what would be the point in that? He didn't want to live out the rest of his existance in solitude, alone. Not when he was so restless. Restless for what he didn't know but he felt like he still wasn't ready to settle down. And then it hit him.
He alone had known the secret. His secret. He had been shocked to find out exactly what he had been planning and even more shocked when he had commited the act. Killing Mulciber was probably the best thing that good for nothing loser did for himself cause it meant he had another chance at life albeit a very hard life.
The search of where to find him would be difficult but Draco thought he knew enough about him that he would find him eventually. He knew all of his hiding spots from the days when he use to spy on him which is how he found out what he had done. Draco didn't think or even suspect he knew.
He had made up his mind. He would search for him. What he would do after he found him he didn't know.
Draco ran upstairs and grabbed his trunk, checking for anything he might have forgotten before he shrunk it, and put it in his pocket alongside the picture of his mother.
He combed through the rooms of his house one last time to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything important before he turned on the spot and apparated with a pop.
Authors note: This is my first attempt at a full length novel so reviews would really help and I'd really appreciate them.
Also, the italics in the 5th and 4th to the last paragraphs are talking about another person just to clear any confusion up that you may have =]