The funeral took place a little after the incident. No body wanted to believe that it had happened, but at the same time they knew they had to go on. Bill and Fleur had never thought their daughter would leave them so soon; they were getting on in age and they both accepted the fact that she would be the one to bury them. Only, that’s not how it happened.
Teddy stood at the front of the small crowd who attended her funeral. His eyes were glazed and he wasn’t listening to a word the small wizard behind the coffin was saying. It’s all my fault, he thought to himself. It was the only thought he had since the time it happened, since the very moment Victoire was cursed lifeless in his arms. The moment replayed in his mind and he wanted to punch himself for being so naïve, for thinking that it was all over. He shouldn’t have assumed they were safe; he should have kept his guard up. But it was hard to when he felt so at home with her.
He snapped out of his mental beatings when someone touched his shoulder. He looked around and saw it was Harry, everyone else was moving around him for the ceremony was apparently over. Teddy placed his hand on top of his godfather’s and embraced him in a hug.
“It wasn’t your fault, Ted. We all weren’t paying attention,” Harry said to him. Teddy just nodded and turned his head back to the coffin where we knew his love laid inside.
I should have been the one to save you. I’m sorry, Victoire.
He stood there until the sun set behind the hills. Even after the coffin was covered with dirt and no longer visible, he stood there, wishing he had saved her. She was the only reason he lived day-to-day, the best thing that had ever happened in his life. He didn’t know what to do without her.
Without any warning, his mind was made up and he took leave of his place by his wife, in search of the blonde haired woman. His life seemed worthless without Victoire, so he wouldn’t live anymore.