A/N: Hey guys! Okay, so this idea popped into my head, and I had to get it down on paper. I know that it's short, just about 200 words but give it a chance, okay?
His mother peers into the casket, barely daring herself to look into the eyes that haunt her so. Tears spring up for what seems to be the millionth time, and her body is wracked with sobs.
His now dull brown eyes gaze back at her, a look of paralyzed fear upon his face. She only wished that she could something – anything to comfort her boy once more.
To run a hand through his golden locks, or to tuck him into bed and read him a story as she once did when he had been an infant.
He had been too young to die.
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His father is off somewhere, probably drowning himself in alcohol. Not that that's ever solved any of his problems before.
His boy. His most prized possession in the world – gone. He hardly dared to believe it.
Who else was he to show off to all his friends? Who else was he to brag about to everyone in sight? Who else was he to watch play Quidditch like a professional? Who else was he to bring to all the best parties? And cheer on for any accomplishment at all? Who was to be his pride and joy? The reason that he was put on this Earth?
Who else was he to love?
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No parent should have to bury their own child.
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(Edit: A/N 2: I'm feeling very poorly about my writing at the moment, as not one of my reviewers has been able to tell me who exactly was in the casket. It's Cedric Diggory, guys. Cedric. Diggory.)