Today was the day. The day to bury my father and Katherine. It almost didn't feel real. All day I've been out of it. Lisa had helped me with my hair, helped Lucas around. I had picked out the dress that was in Katherine's chest that I found a few days ago. I thought maybe it would be okay. It was black, mid length, a bunch of pearls around, and beautiful puffy shoulder sleeves.

Everyone from France began to show up, i can hear them laughing and chatting. Can't wait to hear these people, acting so sorry for me and Lucas, as if they really care.

"What is that? Thats ghastly!" Leslie comes in. She walks up to me, looking me up and down. "Wheres the dress that i gave you earlier?"

"I didn't like it." She closed her eyes, trying not to shout at me.

"Fine. Whatever, do what you want. You have to be downstairs and greet everyone in 5 minutes."

"Whatever."

"Do me a favor, take off that ring." She storms out. I looked at the ring. I was left alone again. You can pulls this off Daphne. Just a couple of thank yous and hellos. Then you can get along with your day. Leslie and Alice will be gone by tonight, Lisa and Blaise are going to be here. I took one last look in the mirror, flashed a fake smile and headed downstairs. There was Lucas, already greeting people.

"You look exhausted." I whispered as I began to shake their hands.

"I havent seen these people since I was five. They're already giving me the look how much you've grown talk."

"Hello Dani." It was Neville. I was so happy to see him here.

"Hello Nev. Thank you for coming." He nodded and met up with Lisa and Blaise.

"Oh Daphne dear." An older woman came up to me. "Im so sorry. I know how how much your mother meant to you. Fiona was such a good mother." I frowned at her. This funeral isn't for her. Why are they apologizing? Im glad she died. The Weasley family showed up, Molly was such a kinda soul.

"Katherine was so proud of you. She loved you dearly dear." She gave me a hug. Her hug was so comforting. Ron and Hermione came up, same with George and Ginny.

"Daphne." It was Harry. He sticks his hand out.

"Harry." We shook hands. It was the first time that we called each other by our first names. He gave me a small smile as he left to meet up with the others. I don't know how many people I've greeted but it was exhausting.

"I thought this was funeral, not the yule ball." I heard Ron whispered from the side. I mean, he wasn't wrong. Everyone was so dressed up.

"Ron! Show some respect!" Hermione slaps his arm.

"Daphne." Here came the devil. Leslie marches up to me. "You need to change, meet me in your room in 10 minutes. I cant look at you in that dress. Its not funeral appropriate." I rolled my eyes. I saw Alice trying to fix something. Lucas and I turned our heads and see Alice putting up Fionas painting. We hid that! Lucas' nose twitched and I stood there in shock. We told her about Fiona, how evil she was and she had the audacity to put her portrait up. Lisa and the others turned and saw.

"I need air." Lucas storms out.

"I can't do this." I let out a shaky breath and headed down to the cellar. I started to chug a bottle of whatever alcohol it was. This was already a disaster. I just wanted me and Lucas, and the order, whats left, to join. Alice had to come and ruin it.

I stayed in the cellar, already drunk, for almost an hour. I drunkenly walked up to join the party. Lisa saw me carry the bottle. I broke. I hiccuped my way to them, plopped down, sitting next to Harry and Neville. I laid my head on Nevilles lap, kicking my legs on Harrys.

"Aren't you enjoying the party!" I chugged the bottle again.

"Its no party Daphne." Hermione said. She was sad for me.

"Well, it is. See," I sat up, holding Neville closer to me. "The music, the laughing, the smiles. This is no funeral, its a party. We go dance and drink!"

"Daphne." I saw Leslie coming up to me. Everyone surrounded her.

"Leslie." I turned my head to see her.

"I've waited an hour for you, you we're supposed to meet me upstairs to change into your dress."

"I feel caught." I let go of Neville, taking another sip. She rolls her eyes and walks away. I ran after her. "Leslie please, Leslie!" I grabbed her hand, she yanked it from me.

"You're drunk. You reek of rum." She turns to me. I tried to keep my balance. "Do you really want to know what i think of you?" She walks away.

"What will that be?" I followed her.

"I despise you." I faked a gasp.

"Why do you despise me?"

"You are lazy, rude and miserable." She started to list.

"Interesting, go on."

"And very selfish." I faked a laugh.

"Oh im selfish?" I pointed to myself.

"Yes very! Because you think the world revolves around you." She stops. "This is gathering, you should act like a woman, behave like one. Dont be a drunk." She turns around, but I grabbed her arm again.

"Ill be whatever you want me to be Leslie! Ill be a good girl!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself! Look at you!" She pointed at me. She looks at my hand, the ring. "I told you to take off that stupid ring, it looks disgusting." I let her go. Everyone started to look at us.

"Draco gave me this ring." I looked at it. The piece that would leave this all behind.

"I feel sorry for you, i really do. Its time to move on."

"Did you have everything you love taken away from you?" Leslie stands there, nothing. I nodded my head. "Thats what i thought. Sorry im not what you expect me to be, a fancy, polite, obedient woman, like you. Sorry Im still grieving for what i lost a few days ago." She looks at the guest, who were now turning to us. "I lost three people i loved in one day, and you tell me to suck it up. You didn't let me grieve."

"You had time." She scuffs.

"Time? I had time?" I chuckled, licking my lips. "I had to watch my father die, I couldn't do anything about it. He sacrificed himself, because Voldemort wouldve killed Draco for a bloody wand if he killed Dumbledore. He didn't want to see me be broken anymore, so he killed Dumbledore himself.
Katherine, she died saving me from a bitch who tried to kill me. She was my mother, i dont care what you say. That woman had gone through hell and back to protect me. I didn't get to see her for a whole 2 years, and when we saw each other for the first time, she died in front of me. She promised me when this is over, we would be a family again."

"Fiona-"

"Was a murderer. You all stand there, defending her. She killed my father, almost killed me. Shes no mother of mine. How dare you all to come here, my home, paying your respects for her, telling me and Lucas how good she was. She was nothing but a twisted woman." I turned to the guest. "She promised Voldemort she'll carry a child to help kill the chosen one. A good woman doesn't do that to a child." Everyone drops their heads. Now that i called them out, they feel disgusted. Pathetic. I looked at my ring. "I lost the love of my life. A man i was supposed marry when this was over, a man i saw my entire future with."

"Daphne." Lisa places her hand on my shoulder, but I wasn't finished.

"Draco was the best man I ever met, he had his days but he had no choice." I took a step forward to Flora, who backed her head away. "If you want me to put a smile, and act like a lady, you can shove that shit up your ass. I will not change for you nor anyone. I know my worth. Shove off Leslie." I took the last sip from my glass and dropped it on the floor, making some women squealed. "You should ashamed of yourselves, throwing a party for people who are dead, and i know you all hated my father. Its honestly disgusting to be related to all you." I twirled around the ballroom and walked out.

Lisa and Blaise stood up, so did Neville, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. Lisa walks up to Leslie, slapping her cheek.

"How dare you call her selfish. She saved all of us that day. You have no right. You bitch." Blaise grabs Lisas hand, walking out. "You all should be ashamed!"

"I want everyone out!" Lucas yells, everyone ran out of castle, scared. "That includes you too Alice." She huffs, taking Leslie's hand and running out. Lucas grabs the portrait of Fiona and burned it outside. The crew was in Daphnes room, comforting her.

"Its not your fault Daphne." Neville tells her.

"You did what nobody could've done." Ginny added.

"Their deaths, you didn't cause it. You didn't kill them." George said. Daphne wipes her tears away. It felt awkward, they were all in her room, watching her cry. "No matter what, you cant bring them back. No matter how much you try. Trust me." Lucas comes in.

"Your mother is waiting for you all outside." He tells George, everyone waved goodbye and Lisa wanted to stay, but Blaise said that Lucas and Daphne needed to talk. Lucas runs his fingers through his hair as he takes a seat next to her on her bed. They sat there quietly. "I burned her painting."

"Good." I said. "It felt good?"

"Yeah it did." He looks at me. "I heard that you told her off. Im proud of you."

"It felt good." We both chuckled. Lucas pats me on the shoulder.

"What do you say we leave?" I looked back at him. "I heard France is nice. Just the two of us, a nice small home in the middle of nowhere, surrounded with fields of flowers, on a cliff, near a beautiful lake. Oh! Town is like 10 minutes away from us. Its just one house, nobody is nearby."

"Really?"

"Yeah, just to get away from everything for a bit, we can stay a month, a year or more, you can call the shots." He stands up, walking to the window, watch everyone leave. "And no worries, we wont be anywhere near those people." He referred to our family.

"I'll like that. Yeah." I approved. "We can come back right?"

"Yes! Of course!" Maybe this will be good. This is what we probably need. A getaway. Some peace. Something new. Somewhere bright. This wasn't a bad idea. France won't be that bad. A home near a lake, field of flowers, it's perfect. What can go wrong?