White Lilies

Unspoken

Chapter six. 

Its been two weeks.

You would think that things would get better even in the slightest.

But it didn't.

It only got worse.

Ginny and Harry barely spoke.

Albus and James only snapped at each other.

No one saw them out in public.

They never left home.

Soon their days were filled with funeral plans.

Plans of a droning priest.

His words not matching her personality the slightest.

He kept on going with his speech.

Over the cries of her family and friends.

Her body lay in an open casket.

Her red hair sprawled across the velvet pillow.

James eyes never left her during the entire ceremony.

Even during his speech he couldn't help it.

The sight sickened him. It sickened him because he knew that it was all his fault.

It is his fault that no one would ever get to her her laugh again.

Never hear her sing and play.

Never see her jump around, trying to overcome he height barrier between her and her brothers.

It was all his fault. 

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"No you listen! Its not going to change anything! She's dead!"

That was his mother, the night after she had died.

His father was at the other side of the room, refusing to look at her.

James remembered how they both came into his room that night.

Al was there too.

Neither of hem looked at each other, neither of them said anything to each other. 

That was the last time they had spoken.