"It was sad but beautiful. A traditional funeral in the Old Ways. We celebrated his life on this earth and his achievements in Mother Magic’s name. That was beautiful, we chanted out to Magic herself, "Rogamus autem Vos, matre Magia, discedebant nostris muneribus honoramus, nomen uni vocasti nos reddere quae dederunt Cygnus Castor Black III.*" We felt her joining us as we laid Grandfather on the stone altar in the Black Necropolis. Then as one, we all poured our magic into his body as we chanted again, "Ave mater, eius anima, caelicolae medium quem ad latus alterum ducit ultimo tempore.*" Mother Magic wove through our magic and fiendfyre engulfed Grandfather’s body, but before he could burn, his magic exploded out, we all felt the warmth of his magic. Then the fire washed away in the rain that Mother Magic poured on us, and his body was left on the altar, completely changed. He was made of stone. When he was buried we unleashed our magic again with Mother Magic, allowing the soil to absorb our essence, and our Grandfather’s essence as well. On top of his grave, we planted Dittany plants, they will grow with our magic and flourish, then Mother, Aunt Bella, Aunt Cissa, and Aunt Andy can use them in Potions to heal others. Just like Grandfather wanted.’ Harry responded in his scratchy handwriting, it glowed for a second before being absorbed into the pages.