it makes me so sad, when i think too much about it i can't breathe
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She woke with the sun streaming directly into her eyes, the lyrics to an old song streaming through her head.
Her legs were tangled with Harry's beneath her soft linen blanket when her eyes found the black dress she had laid out the night before.
She closed her eyes again, hoping that when she opened them it would just be another normal day.
Not the day that she faced ahead-
The tight lipped smiles, the sympathetic eyes, the side hugs and the condolences.
She let herself relax back into her pillow, Harry, still asleep, tightened his grip around her waist, unconsciously nuzzling his head into her neck.
She almost smiled at the way his hair stuck up at every angle.
She smoothed it slightly, then pressed a kiss to his forehead before getting up to shower.
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Lyra's dress was strapless, tight around her chest and flowing out at her waistline. She held the front to her chest as Harry zipped the back for her.
She nodded a thank you, before turning around and helping him with the cuff links Sirius had given him to wear.
She wanted to tell him he looked handsome but she couldn't seem to bring herself to speak.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked her softly, brushing a piece of delicately curled hair behind her ear.
"Mhm."
There was a moment of silence, Lyra avoided Harry's eyes.
Harry admired the way the sun streaming through the window illuminated Lyra's sharp features.
She looked like a goddess, even in mourning.
She glanced up at him, "I don't know how I'm going to do this."
Harry said nothing, just extended his arms.
Lyra curled her head into his chest and held back tears.
Jesus christ i'm so blue all the time.
She would not allow herself to be weak, not today.
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The place Lyra had chosen was beautiful as ever.
Ted and Andromeda had wanted her to be able to help with the arrangements in any way she wished. They knew she probably knew Nymphadora even better then they did.
The place was a small valley that she and Nymphadora had gone camping at once, the summer before Doras 17th birthday.
Neither of them could use magic outside of Hogwarts, so they had to live like muggles for a weekend.
Now Lyra looked out over the small stream, thinking of better times.
Draco held Lyra's hand as they made their way to their seats in the front row.
There was no casket, Nymphadoras body was sucked into the veil, and unfortunately would never be recovered.
In its place there was a small memorial set up, above which was a giant arch of yellow and white flowers.
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In the Stars (HARRY POTTER)
Fiksi Penggemar"Sometimes I feel like the stars are brighter when you're around." At this, the dark haired girl giggled, her grey eyes flashing in the moonlight. "Very cheesy," She smirked, "Although, I was thinking the same thing about you." "Maybe its because w...
