It was the end of the school year, and I had been given no choice but to go home. My father had passed away. Apparently he was sick whilst I was away, grown warts. He passed in his sleep.
It was his funeral today. I owled James, to tell him and Sirius I was okay. Sirius didn't come.
I wanted to be angry with him for not attending his fathers funeral, but I wasn't. Because, I didn't exactly want to be here either.
The wizarding world is very odd in the fact that sometimes, we do muggle things. We do funerals how muggles do, same with birth.
I wore a suit to the funeral, I knew he wouldn't care. My mother did. She yelled at me for it.
I stood with Narcissa the whole time. She and I had grown closer since she invited me over. She has been every holiday since. She's now dating and to be engaged with Lucius.
She didn't cry, nor did I. I didn't feel anything. It felt like it was fate. Like I was expecting it soon.
Mother sniffled, but didn't cry. Her eyes were dry, but she was being comforted with a bunch of people I probably met when I was a baby. I didn't know anyone except for Narcissa, the Malfoys, and my other close relatives.
We sang hymns, and said our goodbyes.
I stayed by his grave after everyone left to talk to him.
"You never helped, why did you never help?" I said. "Now I am completely alone."
I left.
