Memories
Blaise Zabini/Pansy Parkinson
Authers Note: This is the first in two part story i intend to write. I may add a sequeal if i think it needs it But for now this is the first one. I hope you enjoy it and comment welcome but no flames. Worning Angust.
He was the bravest boy, no man I ever knew. He had grown up so much in the last year. With the death of his mother and his farther becoming a raging alcoholic, it had fallen to him to bring up Katie his little sister. She was four when Marie her mother died. Blaise, he had only just finished his last year at Hogwarts. He had planned to get a job at the Ministry. But alas he was forced to find a job he could take Katie to. It would have been impossible to do that if he had become an Aurrer like he had planned.
None the less he took to the responsibility magnificently. A year later his farther died from alcohol poisoning. I saw it coming. That's when he confessed his love for me and asked me to marry him. He had said that he did not ask before as he knew his farther would not approve. His farther had always hated me.
Together we raised Katie. She was a smart, kind and beautiful witch. When it was time for her to attend Hogwarts I felt the immense pride in Blaise, he had fought so hard to get her a place.
With Katie at Hogwarts Blaise could finally pursue his dream of becoming an Aurrer. That's when it all went wrong, that's when it happened.
I was sitting at home looking into the fire. Blaise would be home soon. I was glad of that.
The door bell rang and I went to answer it. Standing on the porch was a member of the Ministry. I knew then that something had happened, something bad!
"Mrs Zabini?" he inquired.
"Yes. What happened? Is Blaise ok?" I asked quickly.
"I'm sorry to say that your husband is missing, presumed killed. I'm ever so sorry. We will try everything we can to find him, rest assured" he said.
I barley heard him. Blaise, missing! He couldn't be! He just couldn't!
I felt sick; felt hot salty tiers began to form in my eyes. This was too much! I had to be alone.
Slamming the door shut I ran to our bedroom and lay on the bed letting the tiers flow freely. How could this have happened?
I reached over and picked up the picture of us on our wedding day with little Katie standing in front of us. Blaise grinning and holding me round the waist and his hand on Katie's shoulder.
Will I ever see that grin again?
I lay there hugging the photo and slowly drifted of to sleep. My dreams plagued by the horrific ways he could have been killed or was being tortured.
