The air around you feels impossibly heavy as you stand amongst your peers at the funeral after the Second War. The grounds are eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees as everyone gathers to remember those who had fallen.

Headmistress McGonagaII's voice rings out across the field, steady but filled with sadness. “I would like to take a moment to raise our wands and remember everyone that we lost.”

The words echo in your mind as you lift your wand, holding it high in the air with the others. The sea of raised wands casts soft light into the dark sky, a symbol of unity and remembrance, but all you can feel is the ache in your heart. Your vision blurs with unshed tears as memories flood your mind—memories of the boys who had made your time at Hogwarts bearable.

A flicker of a smile touches your lips, unbidden, as you recall Theo leaning against the wall, cigarette in hand, giving you that signature wink right before taking a drag, as if to say he had all the time in the world.

Then there was Mattheo, who always made time for you, no matter how busy or chaotic things got. His smile, his laughter—they were things you had taken for granted, thinking you’d always have time.

Then there was Blaise, with his sly grin and mischievous pranks, always finding ways to make you laugh, even on the worst days.

And Draco—the way he would give you a hard time over the smallest things, pushing your buttons just to make you roll your eyes, but you always knew it was his way of showing he cared. His tough love was just that—love.

“For Theo... For Mattheo... For Blaise... For Draco,” you whisper under your breath, the words nearly lost in the solemn silence of the crowd.

The light from your wand flickers in the dim sky, a silent promise to the ones you lost. Gone, but never forgotten. The tears you’ve been holding back finally fall freely, tracing silent paths down your cheeks. How will you ever make it through life without them?