And before I knew it the moment I was dreading for days now had come and I have been trying so hard to convince myself that it is not real I think I started to believe it. I don't want to go to this funeral, not because I didn't love him. Simply because I just didn't want to see the fake tears streaming out of people's eyes that thought they knew him... Harry and Ron are going... I don't think they really want to go either. Harry is going for me and Ron is going because Harry is going. Despite how hard Ron wants to make himself believe he did not care I know he did, I saw him crying after he found out. They were all starting to get along. I smile at the thought of the final conversation we all had.