Chapter 65 A new grave

• ***POV - Melaena
• I shift my legs into a more comfortable position where I sit on the freshly-planted green grass covering the small heap of the gravesite, and then I place the red flowers against the newly erected marble tombstone. A few tears roll down my cheek and I wipe them away anxiously with my hand. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so devastatingly sad losing someone you didn’t even truly know. Fudge-jackets, it's so unfair. Hatred for Harry, for Darren, for Lucinda … for the whole fudge-upped family … boils through me.