The Other Potter: Book 6

omg i finished six books

I was standing beside his grave, the one he shared with Lauren. George was the only one with me today. He joined me on the hardest day of my life. I couldn’t say anything to August’s grave without bursting out into tears so I didn’t. I lay down some pink roses and hoped that he was watching from afar. I hoped that he could see me here. Now.

I sat on the opposite side of the grave, my back resting against the tombstone.

“I miss you already. I miss knowing that you’ll be there at the end of the day. I miss your voice. I miss you August, John, whatever your name is.” I said to him. “Can you wait for me...at the other end? It’s not long before I join you there. I don’t want to be alone.”

I stood up and George took my hand in his.

“Bye,” I whispered to the grave. “I’ll never forget you.”

I was sitting with Ron, Hermione and Harry that night in the common room. They were talking about Snape again, but I kept tuning out and being nostalgic.

“I still don’t get why he didn’t turn you in for using that book,” Ron was saying. “He must’ve known where you were getting it all from.”

“He knew,” said Harry bitterly. “He knew when I used Sectumsempra. He didn’t really need Legilimency ... he might even have known before then, with Slughorn talking about how brilliant I was at Potions ... shouldn’t have left his old book in the bottom of that cupboard, should he?”

“Oh,” I said rather loudly. “Oh!”

“What?” said the trio, startled.

“I like, drunk apparated into Snape’s dorm early in the year right, and he was singing.”

“Wow, that’s relevant.” Harry said bitterly.

“No, no! Wait!” I shouted. “Come to me little fishies. Come sing with me. We all are little fishies in a big big blue sea. That’s what he sang!”

“I’m lost.” Hermione said.

“But I found this old potion’s book in his room and I apparated out of there, but it was still in my hand, so I freaked out and hid it in the potions cupboard.”

“Why didn’t you tell us this earlier in the year?” Harry asked angrily.

“I just thought of it then.” The three of them were staring at me with bizarre looks in their faces. “How weird is it that he was singing though?” I pondered.

Hermione started laughing, and they boys joined in. Then I started laughing.

Then we were all crying, but I wasn’t sure how that happened.

The morning was Dumbledore’s funeral, and everyone in all existence turned up. Most people were crying when Hagrid carried Dumbledore’s body, but I found myself unable to cry. I was unable to feel emotion anymore.

Dumbledore caught on fire, but then it turned out to be a coffin, and I was confused.

Luna and Neville were hugging each other. Hermione was crying into Ron’s shoulder. Ginny was sitting with a grimace on her face because Harry had just broken up with her. I told George to comfort her while I chased after Harry.

He was now talking to the minister of magic.

Eww.

““He will only be gone from the school when none here are loyal to him,” said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.

“My dear boy ... even Dumbledore cannot return from the-” the Minster said.

“I am not saying he can. You wouldn’t understand. But I’ve got nothing to tell you.”