"We are gathered here today to celebrate the memory of Fleamont Potter, the Lord of the Potter family," Dumbledore said from outside the room. Hadrian stood next to a coffin- precisely arranged white hydrangeas, roses, daisies, Lillies and a spattering of white lupin.
His face is destroyed- his chest is open but a stasis charm is keeping everything in place- everything solid and in place.
He keeps a hand on Fleamont's arms- because his hands were missing. His splintered wand is placed on his sternum and he's more or less dressed in white- Hadrian filled his chest cavity with red flowers to show his life- to show he had had a heart. Roses, dianthus', zinnia, Dalia and poppies.
"A grandfather, a father, a friend- a coworker, a student, but- a loving man, dedicated to his craft." It was all distant- a slight ringing in his ears.
He whispers quietly, to his corpse- for privacy. Words for only his soul to hear. "I made sure Death took care of your soul... hopefully you'll enjoy the everlasting peace." He strokes his friends arm and remembered when Fleamont used to do the same whenever his thoughts became too much during Potions or while they worked together on the family business. "I'm sorry that peace had to come at the expense of this torture."
He didn't realised how old his friend had grown- the beard- the grey hairs-
Fleamont was old. If he'd been younger- like the gift he'd given the triarii, would he have survived for longer?
"Forgive me my friend... for being the source of your agony. If I could have come back sooner I would have. Time is a fickle thing..." He pulls a green chrysanthemum out of his breast pocket and places it within the red- letting it stand out. Death and rebirth-
He rubs at his red eyes.
Seeing the damage had been something else from imagining it. So much, a human could physically endure. More than he should have had to-
"Others are going to come and visit you now," he whispers quietly. "Nicholas Flamel misses you. Minerva is devastated. I know you two were close friends- really close friends." He leans over the edge of the coffin. He leans in- right to Fleamont's ear. "Testor in omnia mea, et vindicate te." I swear by my life. I will avenge you.
He lets go of Fleamont's arm, taking one look at his Grandfather before he leaves to the Potter Family burial site right outside the old mansion- neglected, old. Fleamont hadn't stepped foot in it after the death of his parents and had gone elsewhere.
The burial was under a great weeping willow on a hill- surrounded by old stones on the old moorlands and buildings long since collapsed. The magic was intense here- focused. As if the earth had felt Fleamont's death and the dead cried out for him.
He walks to the back of the funeral venue where chairs were laid out, a large photo of Fleamont currently acting as a replacement for the body. He looks over the people who'd come-
Minerva was at the front- being consoled by Pamona. Even Mr Lovegood and Luna had come. Lord Malfoy, Lord Lestrange, Lord Avery, Lord Nott and-
His breath caught as he spotted his brother. With Regulus, Sirius, Hayes and an unfamiliar woman. It must be Regulus's wife.
He drags his gaze away from Orions outline and spots old acquaintances of Fleamont he'd seen sometimes whenever they wandered the halls in Hogwarts.
"Can I now ask young Hadrian James Potter to please give a few words."
Heads swivel his way, tears and agony in many of the faces- jeez even Reinhard looks effected.
He steps up onto the podium, staying quiet for a few minutes as he gathered his thoughts.
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I've returned from the past
FanficHarry Potter has already lived one life- gone to the past to live another and has now returned to live his third- or rather redo his first. Except he's not the boy he was and he most certainly is holding darker secrets. Going to the past has also...
