Laid to Rest
Date: 6 March, 2000
Day: Monday
Time: Nearly Midnight, Almost a new day
Location: ....
I would not have believed these days could be as hard as they have been. I have not even had time to gather my thoughts on the service last night until now.
Nine others followed me into battle at Harry's side a week ago. Four gave their life that day. I had hoped some lingering love for them might have induced their families to attend the service. Perhaps I have been too influenced by my own parents, June's uncle, James, Harry. Even amidst all this evidence that the prejudices against those like me, afflicted with this curse, I still held some hope for the underlying love of family. Four families of mothers, fathers, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles...and only three individuals chose to say a final good-bye.
Three. The parents of one and the sister of another.
I held off as long as I could. But, with Ministry regulations and curfews, I could wait no longer than Sunday evening. From the moment we are bitten until the day we take our last breath, we are creatures controlled by the moon and the night. It is only fitting that our last moments be under that same moon and stars.
Few cemeteries will accept werewolves for interment. Old superstitions and blatant lies about spreading the disease still frightening even the most progressive hearts. So, following with traditions of the packs from centuries ago, we prepared funeral pyres for our fallen, sending their ashes to the winds which had been more welcoming to them than our own people. I cannot even recall what words I spoke. Something of friendship and family amoung those who must pull together when society has cast them aside. I don't remember. I only hope I managed to give those remaining more hope than despair with my words.
Glamis would have been better suited to speak. He taught me about being a werewolf in this world. I could use his guidance now. Hopefully Severus...
I can't even begin to sort out my thoughts on that matter now. Strange to think that my greatest hope at this moment has come at the hands of Severus Snape. I can almost hear Albus' self-satisfied chuckles.
Day: Monday
Time: Nearly Midnight, Almost a new day
Location: ....
I would not have believed these days could be as hard as they have been. I have not even had time to gather my thoughts on the service last night until now.
Nine others followed me into battle at Harry's side a week ago. Four gave their life that day. I had hoped some lingering love for them might have induced their families to attend the service. Perhaps I have been too influenced by my own parents, June's uncle, James, Harry. Even amidst all this evidence that the prejudices against those like me, afflicted with this curse, I still held some hope for the underlying love of family. Four families of mothers, fathers, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles...and only three individuals chose to say a final good-bye.
Three. The parents of one and the sister of another.
I held off as long as I could. But, with Ministry regulations and curfews, I could wait no longer than Sunday evening. From the moment we are bitten until the day we take our last breath, we are creatures controlled by the moon and the night. It is only fitting that our last moments be under that same moon and stars.
Few cemeteries will accept werewolves for interment. Old superstitions and blatant lies about spreading the disease still frightening even the most progressive hearts. So, following with traditions of the packs from centuries ago, we prepared funeral pyres for our fallen, sending their ashes to the winds which had been more welcoming to them than our own people. I cannot even recall what words I spoke. Something of friendship and family amoung those who must pull together when society has cast them aside. I don't remember. I only hope I managed to give those remaining more hope than despair with my words.
Glamis would have been better suited to speak. He taught me about being a werewolf in this world. I could use his guidance now. Hopefully Severus...
I can't even begin to sort out my thoughts on that matter now. Strange to think that my greatest hope at this moment has come at the hands of Severus Snape. I can almost hear Albus' self-satisfied chuckles.