She hadn't been able to resist her urge to lean over and close his eyes before she'd scurried out after them.
She pulled a glove from her hand and touched the cold metal that marked his life, and his death.
"You deserved so much better, a life, a family. I know you weren't as bad as we made you out to be. I'm so sorry I couldn't help you!" The tears began to fall and as if a dam had been blown apart they continued to flow, dropping down her face and onto the cold, dying grass.
She doubled over, leaned over his plaque and cried. She was crying for him, for Fred, for everyone they'd lost during the war, even those on the other side.
They all deserved so much better.
I HAVE BEGUN A SERIOUS REWRITE AS WELL AS BEGINNING TO MAKE ADDITIONS TO THIS STORY. IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN READING THIS I RECOMMEND READING THE NEW 'SECOND CHANCE' IN MY WORKS LIST.
I own nothing but my storyline. All of the glory goes to JK Rowling I just like playing in her toybox! This is just for fun! Oh! and mature content beyond this point!