A/N: It's meant to be short.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Remember Cedric Diggory . . .
-Albus Dumbledore
Tears spilled onto the frame, wetting the glass that protected the photograph. He'd been such a beautiful boy. Her hand was white, clutching to his image as though it could save her, bring her out of this dark hole of misery.
"Emily."
Startled, her grip loosened and shaking hands dropped the picture. She whirled around as the voice repaired the casing and returned it to the shelf. "Amos."
He held out his arms and she fell against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Our son . . . our only son."
"I know."