Word count:100 words
Warnings:Character Death[not Harry or Draco]
Betaed by no one. All mistakes are mine.
Harry stood at the grave, clutching his friends favorite notepad, watching them lower the casket in the ground. The tears falling like rain.
He can't believe his friend is gone. He didn't get there in time. He was to damn late.
The rage was building inside of him, he started to fall when two strong arms wrap around him. He feels Draco press against him, giving him his strength. Draco kisses his temple, "I'm so sorry" he says.
Harry barely hears him through the ringing in his ears. He couldn't get through this without Draco.
"I'm sorry Ron," he whispers.