Astoria
Astoria didn't like funerals. After Narcissa and Lucius, she had hoped never to go to the funeral of a friend ago, but that was naive. In fact, thinking back, she was lucky that it was only one person and not a family member.
As people walked around, she looked around, and despite the sadness of the situation, a smile appeared on her face. This mystery had brought them Voldemort and war, but around here there was also the proof that they had gained a family, a strange one, but one that she was learning to enjoy, even Sirius with his very Gryffindor approach to life. Maybe now, they could start living again, enjoying this new family.