It was our routine. Whenever the newest murder would come in, me, Marlene, Dorcas and Lily, we would get together. We were determined to keep our friendship intact, no matter how our husbands and boyfriends would say. There are some bonds in this world that you could not break, and our friendship was one of them. We had survived so much together. We had overcome hatred, heartbreak, puberty, boys, and somehow we had made it. We always considered Hogwarts our golden years, because it was a carefree time. The war was there, yes, but it didn't affect us. We had late night sleepovers, which resulted in many secrets being told. We fought, just like any other best friends, but it never lasted long. We needed each other.
"It's not fair!" Sobbed Marlene as we all absorbed the impact of Lily's death. We didn't even need to owl each other to know that we needed to get together. This was not a normal murder; this was Lily, our Lily.
"She's…..gone." Dorcas said. She was in shock, we all were, but Dorcas and Lily had always been the closest. It was rare to ever see them fight, though we all avoided fight like the Great Plague.
"Harry, what's going to happen to Harry?" I managed to choke out through sobs. I had my own little boy, and for the first time, I wished Voldemort had picked Neville. If it meant Lily would live, then I would die in her place.
"They're sending him to live with Petunia." Marlene spit out the name as if she had a bad taste in her mouth.
"WHAT? NO!" Dorcas yelled. We all sat in silence after her outburst. I tried to stop crying, but Lily kept lingering around the pause. She was supposed to be here, smiling, happy, and alive. That night we cried. We cried for Lily and James and Harry. Two weeks later, we cried over Marlene. A day after that I cried for Dorcas. Then, as a leftover Death Eater broke down my door and tortured me insane, I wondered who would cry for me.
