The Deepest Rose, by Monkey Man
The Deepest Rose
By Monkey Man
They stood there, gazing down in shock at the coffin bearing the dead boy in it. Ron and Hermione's sobs were louder than the others, though they all felt it. He was gone, gone like the wind on a Saturday morning, blown away by god, but why?
Dumbledore was speachless, standing there shocked.
"It wasn't your fault Albus." Professor Mcgonagall tried to
comfort him. Even Snape fell silent.
Hermione's knees locked, could she do it? Could she pay the last respects for this death?
"Such a meaningless waist." Mcgonagall sighed.
"NO IT WASN'T A WAIST! I WON'T LET HIS DEATH BE A WAIST!" Ron screamed, half of his words drowned in tears. "It wasn't a waist." He kept murmuring in his tears. Mrs Weasley held him close as posibble, her blouse covered in tears.
Hagrid was wailing on Hermione's right. "I' didn' 'affta 'appen like this!" He sighed. Hermione was speachless.
"It wasn't a waist." Ron repeated several times.
Hermione walked up to the alter and inailed deeply before speaking. "This didn't have to happen my friends." She said, trying to hold back her tears. She pulled out a crinkled peice of paper. "And..." She sniffed. "I just can't!" She wailed, her tears too intense to talk.
Mcgonagall quickly went to alter and helped Hermione back to her seat.
The place was silent, though they all liked it that way, silent. Ron put his arms around Hermione, weeping into eachothers shoulders. This warmth made Hermione and Ron forget for a second. Hedgwig was perched on Hermione's shoulder.
"Miss Granger." Snape said coldly. "The ulidgy." He grunted.
"Serverus, please, the girl is heart, leave her alone." Dumbledore spoke in a tone no student had heard him speak in.
As the scene ended, Hogwarts would never be the same again, never.
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