I reached back into my memory, trying to think of her as she was, not as she is. A cold lifeless body on the carpet scattered with rubble. Her usually brilliantly glowing hair now dulled in death. She stared into empty space.
Her Child sobbed.
I sobbed.
She continued to stare into empty space, unaware of the misery that had started in my life.
My body started to shake with huge waves of grief as I gently reached out and lowered her eyelids. She could have been sleeping, peacefully sleeping.
The front door banged.
"What happened?" The petrified voice came from the bottom of the stairs.
Footsteps came from down the hall. They grew closer. A man appeared in the door way, but I pay no attention to him. All I can look at is her face.
"What are you doing here?" asked the man in a shaky voice. "This is all your fault! Get out of here! GET OUT!" He was yelling now.
I still didn't look up.
The baby sobbed.
A hand reached down and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and pulled me to my feet, the white dust falling off my black travelling cloak. Still I don't take my eyes off her.
"Why are you here?" He snarled, but I didn't see him, I only saw her. Her, making her way upo to the sorting hat. Her, making extraordinary magic, even on here first day. Her, laughing, crying, cheering and shouting. Her. Her eyes. Her hair.
Is he right? I thought, Is it my fault?.
"Get out of here Scorpius" said Ron in a tired voice, as if he had given up.