George attending the funeralGeorge let out a deep sigh.This is definitely not how he would want to be remembered, for having the most boring funeral known to man."He was an outstanding member of this church for over fifteen years. We will all feel his loss long after he is gone.""I don't think Uncle Bilius ever went to church," whispered Fred."This is the worst funeral I've ever been to," George muttered, hanging his head around his knees. Mum had Percy poke his back and they both gave him stern glares so he would sit up 'properly.'Charlie was asleep with a piece of drool making its way down his chin. Bill was awake, his unfocused gaze settling somewhere aroun
teddy's hogwarts letterDeath leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in IrelandTeddy came through the door in a rush, his letter gripped in his hand."I got it! I got it!" he said, doing a jump in the air.Harry and Ginny were at the breakfast table with Gran, and in seconds their faces split into giant grins. James let out a roar of approval. Lily, covered in jam, giggled and clapped from her high chair, thoroughly amused by all the sounds coming from her brother."He got what?" Al asked."His Hogwarts letter!"Al quietly smiled. Even at three he knew it was something good."I'm so proud of you, Teddy,"
Taking a shallow breath Scorpius took a shallow breath as the music began to play. What would normally be a cheerful throng seemed more like the screams of a banshee as the organist played with eloquence. Was he the only one that heard that distant screaming noise? Everything felt wrong as Rose started walking down the aisle. She looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her before, which made him blanch. She was holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas that almost perfectly matched her own blue eyes. He wanted to kick himself for helping her pick them out. He had sat beside her as they picked out flowers, chose where the wedding would be, picked the music, and had e
Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 2 The big day is just around the corner. Your parents must be so proud, Rose. Arent you excited? No. Rose was decidedly not excited. The giddy anticipation she had once experienced had recently been invaded by an intermingling of doubts and insomnia, making excitement a far distant feeling. Every time she had slowed her thoughts enough to perhaps sleep, another worry would arrive to distract her. This was the day she should be looking forward to more than any other, but all she could feel was uncertainty. Her family, excluding Al, all seemed beyond jubilant about it. As each day passed, one more