It's A Hard Life

5 (last part)

A/N:
Listen to this song when you get to the funeral (or whenever you want.) I also recommend listening to this song (Safe & Sound) sung by Kurt Hugo Schneider + Sam Tsui.

This will most likely be the last chapter to this book. Please vote and comment if you want to see a sequel to this!

I hope you enjoy :)

Draco's POV:
I decided to have my mother's funeral in the courtyard of the manor. I didn't want to let many people come because I knew it would be too overwhelming. Obviously, I asked Pansy and Blaise as they were my closest friends and knew my mother well. I sent out letters to Granger, Potter, and reluctantly the Weasleys.

I was walking around the yard and taking in the nature when a figure appeared out of thin air making me jump.

"Blaise. What the hell, mate?!" I said annoyed.

"Sorry, didn't know that would happen. How's it going? Need any help with the planning?" he asked.

"No, I think I'm alright." I replied with a sigh. "I'm just so tired of all this. I'm tired of suffering."

He draped his arm around my shoulders and said "I get it, it will be okay soon enough. I'll be here if you need me mate."

"Right." I watched him disapparate then took out a notebook.

I sketched out some plans then finally decided on one that I liked. I flipped through the book and looked at some of my other sketches from the past.

I had drawn a few of the golden trio. I had always envied them. I had envied Potter so much that I had turned that feeling of envy into hate. I realise now that he had never wanted all the attention, but I loved any attention I got. And being the "school bully" I got loads of that. Just not the kind of attention I wanted.

The day passed by slowly. It mostly consisted of my just laying down on the grass or sketching pictures of my mother in the remaining pages of my book. I even drew some pictures of Sirius since he was, after all, my uncle. I wished I could have known him better. I wish that man would have loved me like he had Potter. And I wish I had loved him like a nephew should his uncle.

I waited for my mother to pat my shoulder and tell me everything would be okay, but that never happened. I subconsciously brought my right hand up to my left shoulder where I imagined her hand to be. I felt a tear fall down my cheek and I felt a wave of tiredness pass over me.

I looked up at the sky which was now very dark compared to what it had been before. Not too late yet, but late enough that I felt like sleeping. I went into a dreamless sleep on the grass, not having had enough energy to go back into the manor and find my room.

Harry's POV:
It was the day after the Weasleys, Hermione and I had received letters from Draco inviting us to come to Narcissa's funeral.

I knew Draco had been close to his mother, especially because of his abusive father. I didn't know how he could be possibly pulling through all of this by himself. He might have had a few friends over, but his Slytherin mates don't strike me as the comforting type.

Once we had all finished our breakfasts, I told the group "I'll just be out for a bit. I think I'll find myself some lunch, so don't worry about having to cook for me, Molly."

She laughed. "I don't worry about it at all, Harry. You're family. If you don't mind me asking, where are you going?"

"Oh, just to see Draco. He might need something." I told her.

"Harry?" Hermione asked. "Um, maybe I should go?"

"What?"

"Well, I don't know. I might be a bit more comforting..." she said.