16 years later

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Aunt lily pov

Today was the day that he turned 16. It's been 6 years since his parents has passed away. It was the funeral. We left at 6:00 to get there on time. He was still in his room while I was ready to leave. "Sweetie are you okay" "I'm fine I'll be out in a sec" what turned out to be a second turned out to be 5 minutes. I go in and he's changed but he was crying. "Sweetie, are you okay" "I don't want to go" "you have to though, I promise if it becomes to much let me know, I will make sure we leave" "but isn't that rude" "it is but your going to be king in a few hours" "great I have to go to the funeral then I have to have my coronation" "is this to much to handle" "yes" "let's go and I'll make sure that you feel comfortable" "alright" " wear something over your shirt it's going to be cold" "alright" then i left the room and I waited for a few minutes when he came out and I go over to him and I hugged him, we got into the car and we went.

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