Chapter 18
Weeks later I found myself staring down at my mother's grave. I hadn't been back since I had begun my journey. The dirt had been covered by a thick blanket of grass and the flowers I had planted, all those months ago, were about to bloom. It was spring and everything around me screamed of sunshine and new life. Bu t I wasn't happy. I hadn't smiled since Morgan's trial, I don't think I could've. I kept seeing her emotionless stare as she was taken away in magically bound chains.
That stare haunted my dreams, waking me up in a cold sweat. She loved Harry. I loved my mother. And Draco- I didn't know where we stood. Why did I pity her? She deserved to die. She accepted it, but I knew behind her cold, distant eyes her heart was breaking. So was mine.
I fell to my knees by the head stone and traced the engraved words that had been carved there all those months ago. I was just tracing the last letter in 'Longbottom' when I felt a sudden pulling. I felt as though I was falling, fast.
As soon as it began it stopped and the world righted. But it wasn't the world that I knew, I looked around and suddenly I was reliving my nightmares. There was my mother and I looking through the clothes on display in 'NY Charms'. The scene was exactly the same, but something was different, I could clearly see things I hadn't before. I for the first time took notice of all the people milling around the store. I was gazing around when my eyes suddenly stopped on a blonde haired girl. I wanted to kill her. But I couldn't, I was helpless, all I could do was watch. Morgan kept looking over at my mother and I, then at something else. But I couldn't see what it was because it was hidden behind a rack of clothes.
Then it all happened in slow motion and I watched as a burst of green light headed toward my mother and I. 'What was happening? My mother hadn't been hit with the killing curse. I turned to look at Morgan, it wasn't her. She wasn't the one who was casting the curse, her wand wasn't even pointing at my mother. Instead it was pointed at whatever she had been looking at behind the clothes rack.
My attention was pulled back to my mother and I when I heard a loud crack. The killing curse had been knocked off course, but it was still able to do it's intended job. My mother was dead. I couldn't look at where the rubble had fallen, or at my mother's lifeless body. I looked over to where the curse had come from. I caught sight of the curse caster as they put on an invisibility cloak.
I felt the world fading around me as I was pulled from the memory. I landed back in the cemetery and instantly knew what I had to do. I had to take the memory to the ministry, I had to free Morgan.