Theodore did not have many memories of his mommy, but in the memories that he did have of her, she was always kind and gentle. And it had been clear to Theodore that she had adored and loved him.
But much too soon, Theodore's mommy was taken away from him. And it didn't have to happen. She didn't have to die. She could have been saved.
Theodore remembered tugging on his mommy's arm, wanting her to get out of bed so that she could go play with him like she usually did.
She had been so pale, but she had still managed to smile weakly at her tiny son.
"I'm sorry, Theo, not today," she had gasped. "Mommy is not feeling good."
Theodore had immediately sought out his father.
"Mommy is not feeling good," Theodore had told his father. "She needs a Healer."
"I doubt it's that serious, Theodore," his father had sighed in annoyance. "Your mother has always been weak. She'll be fine by tomorrow."
Theodore remembered frowning. He didn't think that his mommy was weak. She was always nice and sweet to him, and that was all that mattered to the little boy.
Theodore's mommy was not better by the next day. In fact, she was even paler. And Theodore also couldn't help but notice that she was rather thin.
"Theo," she had smiled weakly at him. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Mommy is still not feeling good. Maybe tomorrow."
"Mommy is still sick," Theodore had quickly told his father afterwards.
"It's just a little cold," his father had quickly snapped. "Now, leave me alone."
For being little, "the cold" had seemed to be very serious to Theodore. His mommy continued to get paler and thinner. Her smile continued to get weaker and weaker. She started to sleep more and more.
"Theo," she had breathed with a lot of difficulty one morning.
Theodore had immediately climbed onto the bed so that he could crawl over to his mommy.
"Theo," his mommy had then smiled weakly as she took his hand and held it close to her heart. "Oh, Theo."
Then, her hand had suddenly went slack.
"Mommy," Theodore had cried, shaking her. "Mommy, please wake up. Mommy."
His mommy, however, did not respond to any of his desperate pleas.
Theodore had then quickly went to his father.
"Let me guess," his father had sneered. "Your mother is still sick."
"She won't wake," Theodore had shrieked.
Theodore's father had then released a long string of unpleasant, angry words before finally making his way to his wife's bedroom.
Theodore's next memory was that of him and his father standing beside his mommy's casket.
"Are you honestly telling me, Nott," Lucius Malfoy had roared, "that she was sick for several weeks and you never once thought of taking her to St. Mungo's?"
Theodore remembered looking over at Narcissa Malfoy. She had been sobbing openly. She had been good friends with Theodore's mommy.
Theodore also remembered looking at his father. He had not been crying. He did look uncomfortable, though, but that was probably only because Lucius Malfoy was still screaming at him.
"I thought it was just a little cold," Theodore's father had then finally said.
Theodore remembered looking away from everyone, from everything. He had told his father from the beginning that his mommy needed a Healer, but his father had not listened.
His mommy was gone because of his father.