Harry Potter (AU) - How It Should Have Ended According to Me

Chapter 7: Funeral (Half-Blood Prince)

Harry woke up at the Burrow on the day of the funeral. He had never been to a funeral. Not one that he could remember anyway. Harry lifted his head of off his tough, white pillow and moved his silky sheets off of his body. Harry grabbed his glasses off of a small, misshapen, wooden bedside table and put them on. Harry looked up and saw the sun gleaming through a dirty window, illuminating the many dust particles floating about in the room that Harry was in. Harry walked over to the dirty window and looked out into the back garden of the Weasley home. He saw guests such as Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood emerge from the hills that surrounded the Burow. Harry stepped away from the window suddenly just as the door of the room opened. Harry looked over to see Hermione Granger standing before him. She was wearing a slick, black dress that made her look ten times more beautiful than she already was, though her eyes were red from the tears that she had recently cried
"I got up early to help with the preparations" Hermione explained, looking Harry in the eyes
"Hermione...?" Harry said quietly
"Yes, what is it Harry?" Hermione spoke
"I'm not wearing any trousers..." Harry said, his mouth twitching with the slightest signs of a smile as Hermione's face turned as red as the Gryffindor banner.
"Oh... so you aren't" Hermione said, embarrassed as she moved her eyes upward, not looking at Harry at all now
"Hold on" Harry said, grabbing a nearby pair of jeans and quickly putting them on "Okay you can look now" he informed Hermione who instantly looked back to Harry.
"What I came to ask is, are you okay? I know I'm not though I think I'm holding myself together better than Mrs Weasley or even poor Ginny" Hermione said quickly, wiping a tear from her left eye.
"No" Harry said. "No I'm not okay. I'll never be okay again. My best friend was just killed, Voldemort is more powerful than ever and everyone I know is a MESS!!" Harry shouted. Hermione backed up against the door, frightened.
"Harry, you mustn't shout, the guests may hear you" Hermione quietly mumbled.
"Just leave, 'Mione..." Harry said sullenly, turning away from her
"They're bringing Ron out... into the garden... for last goodbyes and all that" Hermione said "If you needed to see him, I mean" she added before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Harry sighed and punched the wall before instantly yelling in pain as his knuckles cut themselves off the wall. Harry grabbed his hand and looked over to the wardrobe to see a black suit and tie hanging up on the handle. Harry sighed one last time before putting his suit on and exiting his room. He darted to the garden, not daring to look anyone in the eye. Especially not Ginny or.... Hermione. Harry left the house and saw the coffin lying on a long wooden table, surrounded by red headed Witches and Wizards that Harry could only presume to be Ron's relatives. Harry pushed past all of them and laid eyes on what used to be his best friend. Harry instantly had to hold back tears. People lie when they say that the dead look as if they are sleeping because the dead do look as if everything that made them who they used to be had been snatched away from them leaving nothing but a small remnant of the person stolen from their loved ones. Harry just couldn't take it anymore... He ran as fast as he could away from the Burrow, darting once again past people trying to talk to him. Harry kept running and did not dare stop until his legs and lungs were burning and his body was begging for him to stop. Harry shouted as loud as he could. He looked around. He was in a thick forest that he did not recognize. He did not know how long he was running for nor did he know how far he ran. But Harry didn't care because he knew it wasn't far enough. He ripped his tie off and threw it down on the ground before doing the same with his jacket. Harry started to run again, not caring about the pain that his body was feeling. He kept running until he made it to a small, Muggle village. Harry walked into the nearest restaurant, which was a small tavern. Harry sat down at a table in the corner and just stayed there. It wasn't until a man sat down next to him that Harry finally looked up. And when he did look up he saw the face of none other than Albus Dumbledore looking back at him
"Hello, Harry" Dumbledore said, looking around the tavern "It's a nice area isn't it? I've always had a soft spot for small, quiet villages such as this."
"Excuse me, Professor" Harry said "I don't mean to sound rude but what are you doing here?"
"Harry," Dumbledore began "I am here to tell you that you should not have run from Ms Granger or from your fears. Instead you should face them both and come out the other side a stronger and better man"
Harry was surprised "Is that it, sir?"
"What?" Dumbledore was now the one that looked surprised
"Usually your lectures are slightly longer and more profound, sir" Harry explained, looking at the wise wizard
"Ah yes, Harry but we have no time for that. We have a funeral to get to." Dumbledore smiled kindly
"Right, sir" Harry looked down
"Are you ready, Harry?" Dumbledore  said as he stood up
"As ready as I'll ever be sir"