By the time the funeral day arrived, she had accepted the reality of her loss, though that did not make it any less painful. Though she forced herself to attend, she was gaunt, pale, and barely able to eat or drink. Ginny and Harry had insisted on joining her, and though both were clearly worried for her wellbeing, they didn’t force her to open up nor try to eat more than she was willing to. They brought her back home and, assured that she just wanted some time alone, let her be with the promise that they would alternate checking in on her every day as they had for the last week. Ron had dropped by too when he had the chance, though, having no idea how much Severus had meant to her, he was clearly baffled at how hard she was taking everything.  (Clearly his sister had not found it necessary to provide that bit of information, and in case she had filled in what Harry clearly by now suspected, he had also kept mum.) It seemed that he assumed she was experiencing a form of PTSD because of her prior torture at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange... and perhaps he was not altogether wrong, but the trauma she’d been reminded of did not come close to the agony of losing Severus.