I reopen my eyes and sigh. More tears stream down my face. My eyes burn from the fierce sorrow in my heart. I let out a few cries, I decide that I am going cry freely now. For I don't want my children to see me in this much pain and sorrow. They deserve better than to have a sorrowful mother like me. Oh if only Arthur was here! He would turn my broken, smashed down world into a land full of sunshine and rainbows. Oh if only he was here! My mind is spinning too fast with thoughts of grief. I can barely focus upon his dead face. Finally, I place my head in my hands and manage to calm myself again with big, shaky uneven breaths. At last, I remember what I had said; I was going to sit here and recall every memory I had with him. Or at least all the important ones; the ones that weren't blurred in my grief blanketed mind.
I was in my First Year and this rude Ravenclaw named Theo Raptis who was in Third Year decided it would be fun to pick on little old blood-head for a whole year. "Molly Poo-ett blood head" as he would call me. He would steal my books and make me look like that poor fool without my books in ALL of my classes. I wouldn't find my books until I went into to Myrtle's stall and started sobbing, I learned after about two weeks. He made my life miserable. He would even go as far as putting frogs on my underpants as I used the washroom. He would drop them from above, with invisible charm, silencing charm, and the petrifying charms on them until about the time I got out of the bathroom. How would I know it was him you ask? Well, every time the frogs disappeared, they would leave a green goo on my underpants with the name "Raptis" in the goo. Disgusting. Finally Arthur, who had been watching this bullying go on for two months decided to stand up to him. They had a huge duel in the astronomy tower. Arthur wound up in the Hospital wing for four straight days. After all of it, him and I shared our very first hug. It was a heartfelt one I must say. From my hero, Arthur. He was everything a girl could want. Brave. Great hearted. Soft red hair like mine. Sharp blue eyes. Thoughtful. He was my man. May our hearts lay, forever intertwined.
With that last thing being said, the wound from losing him cracked open again. How many times was I gonna break till I shattered? Another series of sobs broke out in my chest, going up to my lips so I could heave them loudly.