Ello Gov! Did I Mention That I Never Died?

Remembering

Well...I feel terrible. I haven't updated since September?! And I left it off KILLING MOONY? Damn you must all hate me. I feel like crap for doing that to you guys. I just don't really write anymore I'm sorry. But I'll try to not have anything like this happen again. This has gone on for long enough, I'm putting my foot down and going to update this shit for you guys. This story is getitng towards its end though, I do hope you guys know this. Will there be a second one? VERY DOUBTFUL. Or rather, no. Sorry. Man its been so long I had to go back and reread my writing to find out what the hell I had written

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Five Days Later

The past few days had gone in a blur for everyone in the castle. Defence Against the Dark Arts was postponed until further notice. For the Maruaders perticularly, it had been a rough five days. Not only did they have to plan the funeral and wake for their best friend but also for his barly one year old son. Arrangements had to be made to bring a very distrught Mrs. Tonk's to Hogwarts to attend the funeral.

Anyone close to Sirius and James saw first hand their moods change over the course of the days. They both had gone from terribly sad, to somber, to lashing out at anger at anyone near them. Many of their friends suffered through their harsh words, knowing that they didn't mean them. It didn't make the curses thrown at people hurt anyless.

Harry watched as his dad and uncle get up from the head table in the Great Hall and leave. Turning to Hermione, Harry asked, "Have any idea where those two are going." He gestured over to his dad and Sirius for Hermione to know who he was talking about. "I don't know." She said with a sigh. "But I'm worried about them. I know that this Remus' death has been hard on everyone, but I can't even imagin the pain the two of them must be going through. He was their best friend and how he has been murdered by Voldemort."

"I can relate to that feeling." Ron said, looking up from his plate for the first time that morning. "I felt exactly as you described when I saw Hagrid carry in you Harry from the Forrbidden Forest on the day of the battle. I had thought by best friend had been killed at the hands of that freak and I felt just utterly miserable."

Harry looked at his best friend. This was the first time Ron had said anything about how he felt during the battle, and it made Harry feel awful to know what he had put his friend through. "I'm sorry Ron, but-" Harry was cut off my Ron. "Its okay mate. I know it had to be done. If you had shown that you were alive then I know things wouldn't of turned out well. That doesn't mean that it didn't hurt."

"I agree with Ron." Harry turned around to see Ginny standing behind him. "To think I had lost you." Ginny shook her head and then sat down next to Harry, leaning against him. "I really am sorry you guys. But can we please move onto a less depressing topic. I can't take much more of this guilt." Harry said. "Sorry mate. Didn't mean to make you feel guilty." Ron told his friend. "Perfectly alright. So, do we have a class to go to soon?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

Hermione looked down at her own timetable. "We have Transfiguration with your dad in about fifteen minutes." Ginny sighed. "I hate seeing your dad Harry."

"Pardon?" Harry asked, whipping his head to face his girlfriend. "Damn that came out wrong didn't it? I hate seeing your dad like this. I'm so used to seeing him upbeat and always happy, but now...It just makes me sad."

Hermione and Ron nodded thier heads in agreement. "Well there's nothing we can do about it now is there? Now come on, lets go get our books for class."

~Transfiguration~

Ten minutes after the bell had rung to signal the beginning of class, Mr. Potter finally walked in. "Sorry class I was..." James trailed off at the end, not able to come up with an excuse for the first time in his life.