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chapter 5

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[The Great Hall, Hogwarts – 1976]

There was not a dry face in sight. A scathing ache tearing through the hearts of all who sat in the great hall.

Even the great Albus Dumbledore could not hide the droplets falling down his face.

The loudest sobs came from Walburga, the woman was inconsolable as she clung tightly to her husband while being wrapped in Melania's embrace.

Each member of the Black family had been affected by watching Amalthea Black die–even if she was a halfblood–some thought.

The mist which acted as their screen, had faded slightly–now somewhat transparent. Nothing else was shown, so the Headmaster took it as sign for him to end their night.

Clearing his clogged throat, his sombre voice addressed the hall.

"It seems we have been shown all that we have needed to see," Sniffles came from students and adults alike, as they tried to compose themselves, "I think it's time we all get some rest. Let our minds ease and our hearts have some respite."

He then turned to the guest who had turned up in his castle. "Dear guests, feel free to take up our guest rooms. It is quite late and we wouldn't want to send you off after witnessing a difficult time."

But before he dismissed the hall however, with a swish of his wand, a soft light lit at its tip.

"For Amalthea Black," He said solemnly.

The rest of the hall bar the Black family, followed in his example. Small lights were lit at the tip of each wand, all pointed up in the air. The shine had illuminated the dim room, and the sight of it somehow gave a sense of peace to the mourning family.

One by one, the lights extinguished, and with each light that went out–the respective individual would take their leave from the hall.

Friends of both the Black brothers approached them briefly. No words were spoken, but they parted with firm hugs or a gentle squeeze to the shoulder.

Albus was the last to leave, as he made sure everyone made it out of the room. He paused silently before the family.

"Take your time," He told them gently and Arcturus nodded at the man in thanks. "I'm sorry for your loss."

With those final words, Hogwarts' headmaster took his leave.

All that remained were the mourners.

Walburga had calmed slightly after witnessing the small remembrance dedicated for her daughter. Though small hiccups left her now-and-again, as her face remained buried in Melania's chest.

Sirius and Regulus had crouched down by their father, both boys–despite what they may have felt about their parents previously–longed for the man's comfort, as they cried for their sister.