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Justin Finch-Fletchley ([info]basilisk_srvivr) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2011-11-15 18:58:00
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Who: Justin FF & Ernie Macmillan
What: Remembering fallen friends
Where: Hogwarts, Battle of Hogwarts Memorial
When: November 3 - 11:40 AM


Where would we all be without those fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
The friends I've made, the long lost lovers
I wouldn't be who I am today
If not for those I've loved along the way


Justin stood before the memorial that had been placed on the Hogwarts grounds. This one wasn't for Harry, however - this had been put up after the Battle of Hogwarts, to commemorate those that had fallen, the lives that had ceased that day. Justin had wanted to take a moment here before being faced with Harry's funeral, feeling the need to gather his jumbled emotions together and make some sense of them all.

His father's name wasn't there, nor were the many who had died or been Kissed throughout that year of hell. So much more than those lives had been taken, and just when everyone had begun thinking life could be lived again... more happened. Not just Harry now, but Zacharias' father.

His eyes traced the names, and with every one he searched his memory. Some were classmates, some mere strangers. At least one was the name of someone Justin remembered quite fondly, and intimately. His fingers reached out, tracing the letters C-R-E-E-V-E-Y.


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