Drabbles Lying there
She lay there. So still yet so peaceful. So calm and so content. She looked pure according to him and he thought that she would look the most calm now. He wouldn't tell her that. Scratch that, he couldn't tell her that. Why? Because he was looking at her on her bed. Her death bed to be exact She had passed on, leaving him there in bitter reality. He hated it. He hated the bad mixed with the good and he hated the fact that she had gone.
Why did she leave him? Was he not good enough for her? He gave her everything yet she just left him. Maybe it was the path she had to take, or it was just a twist in her life to go to a happier place. But there he was, sat at her graveside grieving. Grieving the loss of her. She bore him 3 beautiful children who had all been through the life of Hogwarts. He loved them dearly but he just didn't want to cope without her. But he had to survive. He had to see his grandchildren join the world. The Boy who lived wanted to live until whoever was in charge of his life took it away. Then he would join his beautiful wife in the heavens above and look down on the future generations with a smile. He had thought of killing himself to make sure he joined his wife. He loved her and he missed her. But he stayed strong. For his deceased wife and for his grown up children. For a man of 75, he had to stay strong. So he got up from next to the grave and headed towards the exit, no looking back.