" Where's Daddy, Mama?"
" Oh, sweety," I said, tears springing to my eyes. They weren't cool and soft, but hot and peircing.
" Daddy's gone." It hurt. Pain seared through my heart as I said that, forced to tell my four children that their father was dead.
Jillian, who was the oldest at ten,
would understand fairly well that she would
need to play an important part in her siblings' lives.
The twins, James and Arianna,
were seven, but extremely mature. But
I especially worried about Aurora.
The baby of the family was 4,
extremeley emotional, and very fragile.
" How'd he die mom?" Jillian asked.
" He was mu- murdered." I choked.
" Voldemort, huh?"
" Yes, baby, yes."
The funeral was a sad thing, heart breakingly
sad. Ron, Hermione, and thier children
showed up, all hysterical.
Draco and Lavender were shocked.
The others reacted in similer ways
, but all were sypatheti toward our family.
Aurora walked up to me, and I kneeled down.
" When can I see daddy again?"
I choked back the emotion that I felt.
" Not for a long time, Aurora."
I took the cildren to visit their father's
grave every day. Now that Jillian is
thirteen and the twins eleven, they attened Hogwarts
year round.
Jillian never wanted to go, nor the twins.
But they knew they were safer. Even though
I've got only Aurora now,
I visit his grave every day. And the
same words, the same, sad words still bring
tears to my eyes. I will never forget them. And they are the words that
lay on the gravestone:
Harry Potter
1980-2005
The boy who lived, lives no longer.
" Oh, sweety," I said, tears springing to my eyes. They weren't cool and soft, but hot and peircing.
" Daddy's gone." It hurt. Pain seared through my heart as I said that, forced to tell my four children that their father was dead.
Jillian, who was the oldest at ten,
would understand fairly well that she would
need to play an important part in her siblings' lives.
The twins, James and Arianna,
were seven, but extremely mature. But
I especially worried about Aurora.
The baby of the family was 4,
extremeley emotional, and very fragile.
" How'd he die mom?" Jillian asked.
" He was mu- murdered." I choked.
" Voldemort, huh?"
" Yes, baby, yes."
The funeral was a sad thing, heart breakingly
sad. Ron, Hermione, and thier children
showed up, all hysterical.
Draco and Lavender were shocked.
The others reacted in similer ways
, but all were sypatheti toward our family.
Aurora walked up to me, and I kneeled down.
" When can I see daddy again?"
I choked back the emotion that I felt.
" Not for a long time, Aurora."
I took the cildren to visit their father's
grave every day. Now that Jillian is
thirteen and the twins eleven, they attened Hogwarts
year round.
Jillian never wanted to go, nor the twins.
But they knew they were safer. Even though
I've got only Aurora now,
I visit his grave every day. And the
same words, the same, sad words still bring
tears to my eyes. I will never forget them. And they are the words that
lay on the gravestone:
Harry Potter
1980-2005
The boy who lived, lives no longer.