I Ride Your Broom
I picked up your old broom the first time from Anna's three days after your funeral then I would pick it up every few weeks. I would take it for your birthday or the day before you left. It has been five years.
I saw all the nicks in it. I always told you to get a new broom; you told me that there are too many memories to this broom. I take it to the field where we use to play quidditch when we were kids. I see your name etched in the handle. I trace it with my finger. I felt a tear rolling down. I can hear your voice laughing telling me not to cry. I get on and fly around.
As I fly I think of the last time we rode brooms together. It was the day before your mission. You were wearing an old auror training shirt and worn old jeans. I tell you to get some new clothes and you laughed at me telling they were comfortable. We flew with the old portable radio tied to your broom. You liked that old station that played the classic. I remember asking you to change the station. You told me the next time we fly I can choose the station. Now I don't change it because every song reminds me of you and your singing.
After we got down on the ground, we sat there talking. You told me to watch out for Anna and your two kids. Mel is growing into a beautiful little girl at eight. Alex is an active five year old boy. Every day he looks more like you. I look at him and all I see you. Anna is still a beautiful woman but I see how she misses you.
Mum asks me every time if I been by your grave. I can't go there because I can't see you there. I see you in the sky with your broom with your head thrown back laughing. Dad thought it was his fault until Ron told him it was your chose. Lily stills looks for you to walk through the door with your family. I miss you the most because I can't fly with my brother anymore.
You didn't come home after that mission. They brought your body back in a body bag. The day we put your body in ground was the hardest for me. I watched Mum cry. It was one of the only times I saw Dad cry. I tried to whole it all in but I couldn't. I cried like a baby because I just lost my best friend and brother.
Tonight I sit on the ground with your broom next to me and the radio on. I feel like I could talk to you. I look to the sky. "Sometimes, I ride your broom. I hope you don't mind. I miss you, brother." I get up and take your broom back to your family. Mel and Alex both look at me waiting for me to say something to them. I gave Anna your broom before I head to my family. I look at the sky one more time before I disappear.
A/N: This is an Albus and James story. The story came to when I heard 'I Drive Your Truck' by Lee Brice. Who is feeling this and who is dead? Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.- sjt1988