Three Saw

Harry had gone down honorably, defeating Lord Voldemort and saving the world. I guess that was how he would have wanted it to end--although he may have wanted us to know how he died. I had been asked to do the eulogy at his funeral, so here I was in front of a room full of crying people. I'd managed to get through a good portion without crying, but once I'd reached the middle, I felt my eyes begin to well up. "He was a kind man, a good friend, and most of all, a loving husband," I said, recalling the night he married Ginny.

"Hey, Harry! What's wrong, mate?" I asked him cheerily. He seemed awfully angry considering he had just gotten married.

He looked up at me as if he had just seen me for the first time. "I don't... I don't know if I... deserve Ginny," he said slowly, taking a seat at the bar.

That was Harry for you, always thinking things through carefully. "'Course you do! You two were a match made in heaven!" I told him reassuringly. I glanced at my younger sister, who was dancing cheerily with her good friend, Draco. (Even if I still didn't particularly like him, he had greatly improved his behavior since our school days.) She saw us and waved at us, smiling broadly.

I guess Harry didn't see her though, because instead of waving back, he simply glowered at his fire whiskey. "Match made in heaven? Sounds awfully odd. And then why's she over with Draco if she loves me so much?" Harry asked, smirking at me.

I felt myself flush. "Ginny says it all the time... Besides, you and I danced with 'Mione when she got married to Draco, remember?" I replied, grinning. I was glad Harry cared so much about Ginny; they'd be happy together, and I wouldn't have to hurt him later.

Harry's eyes widened as if he just figured something out. "You're right, Ron. I did, didn't I? Come on then, let's have a drink," he said, ordering himself another fire whiskey. I grinned again and ordered myself one too. Getting drunk on your wedding night was like a tradition in my circle of friends.

* * * * *

The music slowed to a stop and Ginny walked over to Harry and me. "Oh Lord, tell me you two didn't drink yourself stupid," she said, wrinkling her nose at the site of the pair of us.

"Sorry, love. Tradition," Harry responded, standing up. I managed to suppress a laugh when he toppled over onto Ginny, grabbing her hair for support. She gave a yelp of shock, and several surrounding people laughed. Harry mumbled, "Sorry again, pet."

"It's okay, Harry. It didn't hurt that badly anyways," she said, smiling, but rubbing the back of her head nonetheless. She kissed him on the cheek and the pair of them made their way outside. What a truly happy couple. I just knew that their marriage would last much longer than mine with Luna had.

* * * * *

I was so excited! I hadn't seen Ginny or Harry in about a month, and they were coming for dinner! "Luna, what time were they supposed to be here?" I asked my roommate impatiently (Luna & I long ago divorced but were still close friends and lived together nonetheless). Where could they be? I could have sworn they were already supposed to be here.

"They're already here, smart one," she replied, opening the front door. And so they were! Harry was smiling broadly and Ginny was giving her sweet little half-smile. She never gave a bright, wide smile anymore, like she did during school, but what did it matter?

Harry bent down and kissed Ginny. "Hey Ron! Sorry we're late, but we had a bit of a delay getting here. Business," Harry said, grinning still. Ginny smiled again before heading off into the kitchen with Luna. Lord knows what they were talking about. Harry kept glancing towards the kitchen suspiciously, but he was probably just wondering what the two ladies were concocting for a meal.

We talked for hours. Ginny seemed awfully withdrawn, but not half as a insane as Luna used to be. It had been a phase with Luna, so it was probably the same thing with Ginny. She and Harry left around midnight, Harry carrying Ginny because she had fallen asleep. They looked so... there was no other word for it, cute together. It was touching.

My voice was beginning to crack now; I had no idea how much longer I could make it without crying. "He cared most of all about his beloved wife. He was always at her side. He even stopped an evil, foul man from harming her. He saved many, many lives." I can't help but reminiscence on how things could have been--should have, if you ask me. Now I was remembering Draco's funeral and how Harry had saved Ginny from that monster.

Not many people had chosen to show up at Draco's funeral. I suppose it was only expected, though. I mean, when Harry told us what had happened, he seemed to lose his popularity drastically. Honestly, if you attempt to rape someone--especially someone as well-liked as Ginny, and her husband is forced to kill you, doesn't that permit people to not like you? Anyways, poor Ginny was bawling her eyes out in the front row.

The service didn't really last long. There seemed to be nothing good to say. Draco Malfoy was an evil little bastard, but nobody was willing to get up there and say it. Harry came over to me shortly after. "Poor Ginny. When I told her? She went berserk; went and tripped over a chair. See that nasty bruise?" he told me.

I was deeply upset that I hadn't been the one to help Ginny out, but I had had no way of knowing. If I couldn't be the one to help my sister, I was at least glad it was my best friend-- her husband. You know what though? I don't think I'd have been able to murder a human and yet Harry was. It was only further proof of their love.

Ginny was still crying silently and told us she wanted to be left alone. I was so proud of Harry though; he made sure she was always within his site. He was such a loving husband.

"Harry Potter was a good man until the very end. We will always remember him as not only the man who stopped Lord Voldemort, but the Man-Who-Lived," I concluded, finally starting to cry. I miss Harry, my best friend. I've already lost Hermione to madness, and now there's no one left. Well, there's Ginny, but as I watch her now, laughing hysterically, I suspect madness not to be too far off. The poor thing really must have loved Harry--why else would she laugh so? I hope she doesn't lose herself to the madness, but as Hermione did so with Draco, Ginny may do the same. I don't think I've ever seen such a happy, loving couple as Harry and Ginny Potter.