James Sirius Potter (simply_james) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-08-26 12:34:00 |
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RP: The Memorial
Who: Jamie, family, whoever is free and wants to go (add tags)
Where: Edge of the Forbidden Forest, midway between the Souther and Norther walls
When: Noon 26 August, 2025
Summary: There's a memorial for the new dead
Scheduling the schedule to make sure that almost everyone could come hadn't been easy. They had finally settle for noon. They could keep it to thirty minutes and then people could go back for lunch. It wasn't great, but it was the best they could do.
They gathered right on time. The weather wasn't helping. It was still raining and cold. Thirty minutes in this weather seemed too long, let alone not enough, but James wasn't worrying about that. No, his mind was on those coffins, and one in particular. For once, the speech wasn't as easy. It was too personal, too painful.
"We're here to remember four people who have the victims of this war. There are many things that can be said, so many platitudes, so many words that are often said in occasions like this, but the truth is that words don't really make this better. We all have to live with the pain of their deaths. Mrs. Nettles, we are very sorry about your loss. Your husband was a good man. I had a chance to get to know him when I was training as an Auror, and then here, and he was a brave man, always putting himself at risk to protect others. I know this won't bring him back, but we will remember him. Uncle Bill, I-" God, how was he even supposed to keep this impersonal? He decided that it was impossible.
"Louis was so young, and he had his entire life ahead of him. I wish I could do something to bring him back, but I can't. I can only tell you how sorry I am, how sorry we all are." James' eyes went from his uncle to his brother. "Two other people died. I don't have to tell you who Harry Potter was. Everything he did always made its way into the Daily Prophet. He was a hero to many, a symbol, and many will miss him. Not as many think about my mother, or at least not as often, but this family wouldn't exist without her strength, her ability to stand up to a hero, to remind him that he was human. None of us would have been the same without her.
"Today, we say goodbye to all four of them; we will miss them, but we won't forget them. We will keep them in our hearts and minds." Silently, he stepped away from the little memorial area they had created and went to find Sirius.