Snowflakes {Harry Potter}

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A/N: Sorry about the wait!

****Lyra's P.O.V.****

    Everything was white. I just sat, for days, terrified. I had a horrid headache. How can you feel pain if you're dead?

    I saw a woman with a blue-to-pink ombre running to me, crying.

  I thought for a moment, before my eyes lit up, "Aunt Amara?!" She nodded and I ran at her, tackling her in a hug.

   "Aunt Amara, where am I? Why are you the only one I can see? What about Mum, and Lily, and James, and Dad?" I was scared.

   "AMARA! Who in the name of Merlin are you talking to?" A red-haired woman came running up.

   "L-Lily?" She nodded, and a man I could tell was James came up behind her.

   I broke down right then. James was almost an exact replica of Harry, and he and Lily shared the same eyes that I had grown to love.

   Lily rubbed my back comfortingly. "You really loved him, didn't you, Lyra?"

   I looked at her with  haunted eyes. "He was, is, my everything, Lily. He's the only one whose always been there."

    "Well, we can see what he's doing now, if you like?" I nodded and she led me to a small white hut that I'm sure wasn't there before.

   Inside the house, there was a small pool of opaque liquid on the coffee table. I looked into it and saw Harry. Tear-stained face, underweight, messy hair even messier, green eyes dull. I felt tears begin to fall, and I looked at Lily and James determinedly.

   "I need to go back."

   ****Sarah's P.O.V.****

    A lot of people were at her funeral. Molly, Arthur, Bella, Hannah, Gabrielle, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Aaron, Sirius, Harry, and I included. Even Angelina came.

    All of the 'couples' were huddled together. Hermione and Ron, George and Bella, Molly and Arthur, Fred and Angelina, Gabrielle and Aaron, Hannah and Neville, all of them. Lee even came over to give me a shoulder to cry on. Sirius and Harry were alone.

   Harry refused to speak at the funeral. I didn't.

   "Would Lyra want this? All of you, dressed in black? No." I waved my wand and all of the dress clothes were turned to t-shirts and jeans. "You can transfigure them back later; it's not permanent. Anyways, Lyra. I know her better than anyone except maybe Harry, and she wouldn't want this.

   "She wouldn't want to be remebered as brave, kind, and perfect. She would want to be reebered as she was, flaws and all. And I know for a fact that she wasn't perfect. She could be selfless, kind, quiet, and she still is beautiful.  But she could also be selfish, rude, loud, and just flat out bratty. None of this changes who she actually was, actually is.

    "I don't care of this bores you, it's your own fault for coming. Lyra was, and still is an amazing person, and whether or not you believe it, she was so loved." I barely had time to collapse in my chair between Sirius and Lee before I broke down into sobs.

    A fourteen year old girl shouldn't have to speak at her fourteen year old sister's funeral.

    ****Lyra's P.O.V., Later that year****

   "WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE'S LYRA?" I heard a familiar male voice scream.

   "Honey, you-"