Disclaimer: However much I might wish I did, I own nothing you recognise… No, not even the poems… (Can I sulk back in my corner now?)

Ron knew no matter how hard he tried, Hermione was to mourn for his only sister, her only best friend, forevermore.

Good husbands make unhappy wives

so do bad husbands, just as often;

But the unhappiness of a wife with a good husband

is much more devastating

then the unhappiness of a wife with a bad husband.

- D. H. Lawrence

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Draco sat unnoticed, secretly watching the ceremony of mourning.

The feelings I don't have I don't have.

The feelings I don't have I won't say I have.

The feelings you say you have you don't have.

The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.

The feelings people ought to have, they never have.

If people say they've got, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them.

So if you want either of us to feel anything at all,

You'd better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.

- D. H. Lawrence

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He felt no remorse he had done what he had to do. To save himself, but more importantly to save humanity from untimely destruction. He was to get no recognition. Although the Dark Lord was silenced forever, the life of one individual was still prized higher than the life of many others. Draco knew that speaking out was a futile attempt. Tom Riddle had killed over and over again. Although because of his foe he was never to kill again, the wizarding world did not see the glint of gold under the tarnished galleon. It didn't matter.

Harry Potter was gone and caused a public storm. It did not matter that people like Frank and Alice Longbottom were tortured mercilessly and their souls were lost to the world. There was no annual Remembrance Day to contemplate, give thanks to and remember the sacrifices made.

Only the annual mourning day on the day Harry Potter died.

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Fin.

Reviews would be appreciated and I apologise for any tears, cough, Lexie, cough xXx