Title: Notes From The . . .
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
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Summary: “They laid lilies on the coffin . . .”
Author’s note: Part of my Short Snaps series (other stories can be found through my ff.net profile) This story was inspired by “Notes From The Waiting Room.” by Wilard Grant Conspiracy.

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They laid lilies on one of the coffins and a tattered broomstick on the other. Photos were set up in between, happy and joyous pictures, better times.

Witches and wizards came in their thousands, dressed in sombre black robes. There was no sign of the couple’s young son. There was no other family.

Severus dwelled in the dark corner, and only Dumbledore knew of his attendance. He watched through jaded eyes as various un-notables talked of courage and devotion and an eternal love. None of those in the room had really known James or Lily, those who had were otherwise indisposed.

“Severus.”

Remus Lupin stood behind him, cloaked in tatty, ill-fitting robes.

“Lupin.”

“James would be laughing right now.” Remus nodded at the wonk from the ministry who was wiping tears away. “They’re trying to bloody canonise him.”

“Or his son.” Severus grumbled.

Remus shook his head. “Poor lad.”

“I’m sure the boy doesn’t need your pity.” Severus sniffed. “If he’s like his parents, he’ll be resourceful enough.”

“Still.” Remus shrugged. “It won’t be an easy life.”

Severus turned back to look at the lily covered coffin. “It wasn’t an easy death.”