The wind blew harshly over the cem/tery. It was a grey day, the kind where the sky seemed to mourn with you, heavy and unyielding.

The group stood in a somber circle around the gr4ve, the weight of the moment pressing down on their shoulders. The small crowd had long since dissipated, leaving just the closest of friends.

Draco stood closest to the gr4ve, his jaw clenched tightly, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Beside him, Mattheo was almost vibrating with tension.

Theodore stood a little farther back, his face a mask of calm that only just managed to conceal the turmoil inside. Regulus stood next to Blaise, his usual cool demeanor faltering only slightly.

Lorenzo, ever the stoic presence, stood with his back straight, his dark brown eyes scanning the scene with quiet intensity.

They had all come together to say goodbye, though none of them truly believed it. The feeling of loss settled in the air like fog, each of them lost in their own thoughts, struggling with the impossible idea that you were really gone.

Later that evening.

Draco, ever the one to mask his emotions, had disappeared into the bathroom.

The sound of water running filled the room as Draco stood in front of the mirror, his eyes red from crying.

The sound of a door creaking open behind him went unnoticed.

You had been standing there for a moment, the shock of the sight you had witnessed at the fun/ral still sharp in your mind.

But Draco’s pain… That was what broke you. “Hey, Draco.”

He froze. The words cut through the heavy air like a knife. For a moment, he didn’t move, as if his brain couldn’t process what he had just heard. Slowly, he turned around, eyes wide, heart racing.

It was you.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. His voice was stuck in his throat, the shock too much to bear. He took a step back, his breath shallow, his body trembling.

“You’re…” His words broke off, his hands shaking as he reached out, but his fingers seemed unsure of what to do. “You’re de4d. I saw—” His voice broke, thick with emotion.