"Oh Lavender..." Parvati whispered brokenly. She touched her best friend's face lightly, carefully. Lavender's wonderful dark blue eyes were wide open and glassy, her lips were parted slightly and her skin was pale.

A tear slid down Parvati's cheek and fell on Lavender's face. Slowly, more tears made their way down her face until she was sobbing, shaking and holding the body of her dead best friend.

At last, she felt someone touch her shoulder. She looked up, and through her haze of tears, saw Padma's face, equally sad and teary.

"They-they have to take her.." Padma whispered, pointing at the ministry officials.

Relucantly, Parvati watched as Lavender was picked up carefully and carried towards the lake, where her mother were probably waiting.

"Ma and Papa are here," Padma mumbled as she guided her twin towards the hospital wing. Parvati's arm was bleeding at an alarming rate and her vision was becoming increasinly foggy.

Dimly, she was aware of being kept on a bed, then Madam Pomfrey feeded her some potion that had her sleeping in seconds.

She dreamed about Lavender. She was in a wonderful garden on a sunny day, singing and beaming. She wore a knee-length yellow summer dress and her blonde hair was flying in the breeze. She seemed so happy...

Then, she turned and grinned at Parvati. "Well?" She smiled, extending her arms, "are we gonna hug or not?"

Parvati ran towards her, but she was just fading into thin air, her laughter was hollow now, as though Parvati was listening to her through some old radio.

"LAVENDER!" She shrieked one last time before a call of her name brough her to reality.

"Parvati! Wake up, it's Ma!"

Slowly, she opened her eyes. The familiar face of her mother loomed over her. Her coal-black eyes teary and dark hair ruffled. Kritika Patil rarely lost calm, but now she looked ready to kill every guy or girl that had hurt her daughters.

"Ma," Parvati whispered, touching her face lightly. Kritika nodded, seeming happy to see her conscious.

"Lavender, they killed her," Parvati told her mother, tears pooling in her eyes again.

"I know," Kritika whispered sadly, "we saw Primrose crying near the lake."

Too late, Parvati realised that she wasn't the only one sad. She couldn't bring herself to think what Primrose Brown would be feeling right now. Her only daughter, only child, dead. And now she was alone, because she was a single mother. Lavender did not have a father.

"She's taking it hard and bad," Kritika said, as if reading her thoughts.

"Where's Papa?" Parvati asked, breaking the tense silence.

"With Padma, sorting out what has to be done. He doesn't want you to come back for a repeat of year seven," Kritika said quitely.

"Let me go," Parvati said without thinking. "Let me repeat my year. It may be without Lavender but she wanted us to start a bookshop in Hogsmead. I'll do that for her, I'll complete my school year. For her."

"For her," Kritika whispered, a small, proud smile on her lips.

The funeral was a quite one. Ms. Brown couldn't stop crying as she watched her only child, the one she had worked so hard for to bring up, being buried six feet deep inside the ground.

Lavender Scarlett Brown
May 25th 1980 to May 2nd 1978
"I may be dead, but I still live in your hearts and memories"

And right she was. Lavender was indeed alive in Parvati's heart. Forever.

A/N: I ship Parvati/Lavender, any problems there? I hope not. Take care and stay safe.

Love,
Aurora:)