It was an early morning in the suburbs of Yorkham where the Weasley family was relaxing quietly in their living room. Most of the household was still fast asleep when Fred, George, and their mother were watching television, while Baby Ginny was fast asleep on their mother's chest.
Fred and George had taken their breakfasts to the television when they heard it turn on. They visibly sighed when their mother turned on the news instead of their favourite cartoon.
"Mum, put a cartoon on! The news is so boring!" George whined, a spoon of cereal sitting in his mouth.
Molly shot her sons a look. "Focus on your breakfasts first, we'll see after." She said, looking back to the news. The two boys watched closely, slowly eating their breakfast as the weatherman spoke and pointed to the symbols behind him. "If it's a nice day, we'll go do groceries. You boys need snacks for school, tomorrow."
All of a sudden, the weatherman stopped and a long red strip with the words BREAKING NEWS flashed in bold lettering. "A man has been found deceased behind the filming studio on Swalter Lane. The Police are currently looking for and requesting leads from the public or anyone who might have seen something." Said the anchor-man who suddenly appeared on the screen at the same time as the bold headline.
Molly shook her head, changing the channel before she could hear any more of the broadcast.
"Mum, why did that man get murdered?" Asked the younger four-year old twin.
"I don't know, George, there are some bad people out there." she said quietly. "That poor man."
This time, it was Fred's turn to pipe up. "Why do people die like that?" He pointed at the television. Molly mentally cursed herself for not turning on the cartoon earlier. She regretted this entire situation; it was too early for these kinds of questions!
"Because bad people do bad things to innocent people."
"Do they ever get anything good back?" Asked George.
"In the next life they will."
"Next life?"
Molly looked at the boys, half tired of the conversation already. Too grim for that morning, she thought. She mentally reminded herself to watch the news alone the next time and to only turn on cartoons for the boys until they reached older ages.
"When someone dies in a bad way, we believe that, the next time they're born, they will have a better life. One with less sadness and anger. Now, finish your cereal and go get dressed. We're going to the park for a bit." Molly left with baby Ginny in her arms, who was slowly waking up from her night's sleep. The boys shrugged and gulped down their bowls and ran up the stairs, the conversation seemingly forgotten.
IMPORTANT NOTES
** This is not located in any specific country, I am merely making up cities on my own. Any coincidences or similarities are either inspired from actual locations and brought together into an imaginary city.
I'm going to get to work on the next chapter immediately, so fear not my wonderful readers, I shall be back!