Prompt: 076 - Mother
Word Count: 383
He questioned her once. The day he got bitten actually. "Do you still love me?"
She smiled. "Of course. I'll never stop loving you."
After his first full moon, during the time in which he laid on a bloody sheet surrounded by gauze strips and ointment, he asked again through pained winces. "Do you still love me?"
She smiled sadly and brushed his hair off his forehead to place a gentle kiss. "Of course I do. I'll never stop loving you."
He asked her again the day she was seeing him off to Hogwarts for the first time. He clung to her sleeve, gaze overlooking faces worriedly. "Do you still love me?"
She knelt before him to envelop him in a hug so tight, so fierce, it was almost as if she wasn't going to release him. "Of course I do. I'm so proud of you."
The day he graduated he met her gaze in the crowd. She was smiling brightly at him with tears streaming down her face. He rushed to her worriedly, but before he could say a word, she wrapped her arms around him. "Of course I love you. I'll never stop loving you."
November of 1981, the two stood before a pair of graves, silent and still. The other people had already left and the evening was already setting in. He turned to her with the question at the tip of his tongue. "Do you still love me?" He asked with a hoarse voice.
She touched his arm and met his eyes. "Of course I do. I'll never stop loving you, no matter what."
A year later, hit with sickness, she lay on her death bed with him grasping her hand. Her breathing growing ragged and shallow, he leant forward and brushed a stray hair away. "Do you still love me?"
She squeezed his hand and smiled. "Of course I do. I'll always love you -- even when I'm gone."
A year later, on the anniversary of her death, he stands before her grave with a small bundle of wildflowers and a small white card. He slowly kneels, laying the flowers down gently. Taking the card, he tucks it in with the stems.
On the card are two simple words that say everything that's on his mind.
"Thank you."