it was the month of september, and ever since then i hated that month.
it was the month my father died, it was the month my whole world came crashing down.
my dad sparked wish to be a musician, he was my hero... my best friend even.
whenever i was sad, lonely, angry or anything. he always knew what to say and how to say it.
now he's gone and i can't see anymore.
whenever i'm hurt, angry, or anything, i can't ask him for advice anymore.
that memory was still fresh in my mind: that day. the day i lost my father.
i was 13. i was barely into my third year at hogwarts. my second favourite place in the whole world. next to home, where i got to hang out with my dad, hear my mom talk about Quidditch, and listen to my brother talk about how "macho" he was. it was a good life. and plus my adorable little sister Lilly was about the sweetest gal you could imagine.
and then i was pulled out of Transfiguration with my brother and sister by Proffesor Longbottom.
"hey kids." he said.
"hey Proffesor." we said with our nervous smiles.
"if this is about the cherry bomb i put in Moaning Myrtles toliet, these kids had nothing to do with it." pleaded James.
"i wish it was about that kid." said , "but i'm afriad it's much, much worse than that."
"what is it?" i asked.
looked away for a moment.
"your father's been killed in action, son." said sincerely, "i'm very sorry."
James screamed in anger. Lilly burried her face in her hands crying. i just stood their horror struck.
"no, no, no..." i said. tears ran down my face.
"i'm sorry son, it'll all be okay." he said hugging me.
i pushed him away and screamed "no, no your LYING!"
"Albus, calm down." said .
i dropped to my knees. "no, no, he can't be gone. he can't be!" i said as i pounded at the floor.
i laid down and sobbed. i was destroyed, i couldn't be whole again.