Snow Vein

Chapter 2

Is it possible to be able to see everything in black and white? Because that is how I feel, I feel like everyone around me is in a silent movie and I am the main star, the person they won’t stop paying attention to. No matter how many times you say my name, I won’t respond… My life has been a black and white silent movie ever since my brother died. We may have fought with each other, and sometimes hexed each other but… we’re siblings, we love each other and I will always love Zane.

I stood in the front row with the rest of my family, my mother crying into my father’s shoulder and my little sister staring at the black coffin in front of us with wide watery eyes. I had cried for hours already today and yet, tears still come never ending. Unlike my mother, my sobs are silent… but still just as pained.

                All of our friends and family are here, some of them talking amongst themselves, others just sitting in silence from the shock of Zane’s death. The Ministry told us that they were going to keep it a secret that he was murdered, that way witches and wizards all throughout the world won’t panic and think they need to hide their children or something. They are still trying to figure out who did this and if it really was murder, so for now Zane Vein died from a potion accident… a spell gone wrong… an angry house elf… whatever the Ministry thinks Zane’s death should be.

                Vexen, Xena, Xandria, and Scorpius my best friends are all here. When I greeted them at the door we just looked at each other in silence, the sadness and pain in all our eyes saying what our mouths could not. Scorpius and Zane are in the same grade, and are best friends. Scorpius may want to look strong about his death, but I see how much it hurts him to have lost his best friend. Xandria had held me when I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer, I felt so pathetic, crying all the time. I am usually strong and don’t show my emotions, but this was all too much.

                “Snow, it’s time.” My father said quietly, looking at me with his grey orbs of sadness. My mother, Jo, my father, and I all stood up and held our wands by or sides. Raymond Fayward, the gravedigger for witches and wizards was standing behind my brother’s coffin, holding out his own wand.

                “Zane Alexander Vein was a great boy. He was more than a boy, he was a man. He was the kind of man to be there for you in your time of trouble, and help you no matter what the challenge. Though he was a Slytherin, he had the brain of a Ravenclaw. Always figuring things out and finding an answer for the question on his mind. He pushed for the right quotient and strived for the perfect response. Zane, was the best friend you could ever ask for, the best brother to his sisters, and the best son for his parents. Knowing Zane was a great honor, even if it was for a short moment in the past. He had left a mark on my heart, and anyone else’s he has come contact with. That mark, will forever be there, to remember the great man Zane was.”  Raymond said, looking at the crowd with an intense passion in his eyes. Our family had known Raymond for a while before he had become a gravedigger, and he and Zane were friends for a while.

                Raymond raised his wand and twitched it upward, making the coffin rise from its position on the ground. Carefully he maneuvered it towards the great black hole in the ground. The coffin went down into the hole, disappearing from sight by the second. Once he was done me and my family raised our wands and the dirt became to fill up the hole. With a wave across the dirt, fresh green grass sprouted from the dirt. Soon it looked as though the ground was never bothered, the only way you would know Zane was down there was from his tombstone.

                When we were done everyone went up to the grass one by one, dropping a red rose onto the grave. Our row was the last to go, my mom cried over her rose before dropping it and my sister joined in, both of them dropping their roses limply. My father murmured some words before dropping his own. I was last to go, I could feel many eyes on me but I ignored them. I stood at my brother’s grave, clutching the rose to my chest.