"Even though we never said it to each other
we knew."
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In this story, We see the point of view of a Weasley Girl, her name is Alice Abigail Weasley, she has 6 brothers and 1 sister. She also experiences a romantic relationship with the 'chose...
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-ʚĭɞ - {Alice}
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ivana and I stood on the beach at Shell Cottage, the waves lapping gently at the shore as the first light of dawn illuminated the horizon. We had laid Luna's body on a soft patch of grass, her face serene in the morning light. The grief in the air was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on me.
Bill and Fleur Weasley had come out of the cottage, their expressions sombre as they took in the sight of Luna's lifeless form. Fleur knelt beside Luna, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from Luna's face.
"What happened?" She asked softly.
"She sacrificed herself for all of us" Harry responded not looking directly at them.
"We should give her a proper burial," Fleur said softly, her voice filled with sorrow. "She deserves one."
Ivana, Harry and I nodded.
Fleur looked up at Harry, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We will make sure she is remembered for her bravery, She will have a place of honour here."
Bill and Ron began to dig a grave in a peaceful spot overlooking the sea, their movements slow and deliberate. Ivana sat beside Luna's body, her hand resting on Luna's cold, pale fingers.
"She always believed in me," Ivana said quietly, her voice breaking. "Even when things seemed impossible, Luna always had hope."
Harry placed a hand on Ivana's shoulder. "We'll make sure her sacrifice wasn't in vain."
When the grave was ready, they gently lifted Luna's body and placed her on the earth. I immediately felt a fresh wave of sorrow wash over me as they covered her with the soft, sandy soil. It felt wrong, so final, to see Luna buried here, but I knew it was what she deserved: a place where she could rest in peace, surrounded by those who loved her.
Fleur conjured a beautiful wreath of wildflowers and laid it on Luna's grave, the vibrant colours standing out against the earth. She then placed a simple, elegant stone at the head of the grave, inscribed with Luna's name and a single word: "Beloved."
We all stood around the grave, holding hands, taking a moment to remember Luna's unwavering courage and kindness.
"We'll keep fighting," Harry said, his voice steady despite the tears streaming down his face. "For Luna, and for everyone else who's sacrificed so much. We'll keep fighting until Voldemort is defeated."
Ron squeezed Harry's shoulder, his own eyes filled with determination. "We will, mate. We'll do it for Luna."
Ivana nodded, wiping her tears. "For Luna," she echoed.
