Solving Riddle (Harry Potter Fan Fic)

15. Tea and a Funeral

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"600 Richters Way, Oxford!" green flames licked my body as I threw the powder down into the fire place and suddenly, I was through a fireplace in a dusty unused room. For a bit, I could have sworn I mispronounced something or I was transported differently, until a handsome man in his mid-twenties walked in.

"Ruth! Good to see you... follow me to the parlor," my cousin was my height, 5'9", his hair was a mousy brown done in a neat comb over and he wore a clean black suit. The parlor was cozy and tight area; two couches lined the fireplace and a large ottoman was pushed in the middle of the two seating arrangements. When I sat, my legs did not fit entirely because they were the longer portion of my body whereas Cornelius had much shorter legs than I.

"What did you need... Cornelius?" I managed to withhold the bitterness and be nice to him; as much as I needed family to be with me during this difficult time, the last person I wanted to talk to was Cornelius. He wasn't exactly my- cup of tea- (no pun intended).

"I hear you've accepted a job at the ministry. As, Junior Assistant to the Minister for Magic... am I not mistaken?" he sipped his tea and looked up at me, awaiting an answer.

"Er- yes, I have... they've been asking about this for a year now... though it could only be official when I'm old enough... why do you care?" he frowned slightly, putting down his cup of tea.

"Now, Ruth... no need to get rude. I only asked a question!" relaxing a bit, I took a small sip of the tea and gagged a bit, it was bitter and absolutely revolting. "Are you alright there?" I nodded coughing to play it off and he continued to speak, "now the only reason I asked is because I have heard of your achievements, not to mention many other great things of you!"

"Mmmmm, yes," not sure of what type of response he wanted, I spit mine out in the form of a question.

"I'm very sorry to hear about Robert... your brother was a great cousin... a marvelous cousin in fact... what happened to him? Hit by a muggle car?" he chuckled.

"Robert committed suicide," I scowled and rose from my seat, slamming the cup of rotten tea down onto the little plate.

"Now! That's no way to treat your cousin! Sit down, we have much to catch up on," The awkward talk lasted two more hours until he finally let me leave back to the manor.

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Guests began to come to the manor for the funeral at about 8o'clock in the morning on April 12th, 1945. Everything was all too real now, I don't know what it is about death, but when it happens, it seems that its not real until the funeral day comes.

As guests came into the hall, I watched from the top of the staircase, where nobody could see me; I didn't want anyone to come to me and try to give me their condolences and sympathy for my brothers death. Silent tears cascaded down my face with every guest that entered the door, they all shook hands with each other and embraced to show their "love" and support.

On the other side of the staircase, where the great room was, I saw them sitting and talking to each other, most likely about Robert's suicide. There were many people in tears, wiping their eyes with their handkerchiefs. "Ruth, I think it's about time you go down into the great room and talk with your guests," Professor Dumbledore stood at the top of the spiral staircase, looking at me under his half-moon spectacles.