This is a second part to my DADA assignment. I had to write a monologue continuing on from my main story.
Spot the Doctor Who reference!
Falling
The most frequent question presented to me was: 'What is it like, having ghosts for parents?'
What the askers didn't understand, was that I had more than just Mum and Dad. Sure, my mother could never do more than place her arm through mine, and my father could only stand by and watch as I helped Gryffindor win the House Cup, but the people that looked after me in a physical manner were always there as well.
Even though my parents were there for me, even though my Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot stood behind me, even though Ron and Hermione accepted my family without question, I knew that I was not normal.
Here I was, standing in front of a cauldron, in a dark graveyard. I was watching a Death Eater, someone I recognised vaguely from the fog of my mind, and my parents and uncles were searching for me furiously,
I could feel it.
But I knew they wouldn't find me. Uncle Padfoot had taught me how to recognise magical barriers before, and the sheen to the sky was evidence of such a fact.
My mother had explained to me the truth of what had occurred, the day she died. Voldemort was not dead, she explained. He simply fled.
I was brought up training for such a day as this. I was born to be a martyr, and I knew I would die.
The day I died would be the day my parents finally let go of this Earth.
"We're such a tiny planet." My mum sighed, trying to touch the wood of the back garden bench, but her hand drifted straight through. "Clinging so tightly as it spins around, thousands of times a second. And if we let go..."
I was about to let go. If I died, then the Wizarding World would live. I looked towards Cedric, who was crouched behind a gravestone.
"Stay there." I mouthed at him.
The Death Eater approached me, and I swallowed, my eyes closing.
Ron and Hermione, I'm sorry, I have to do this.
There was a flash of blind pain in my arm, and I clenched my eyes tight shut to stop the tears leaking out.
But nothing more. I waited one second, two, and then opened my eyes.
"Not today." The Death Eater muttered at me. "The Dark Lord wants you alive. For now."