Nothing belongs to me.
LX: Judging
"You're judging me, aren't you?"
James looked down at his mother. She looked so tragic stooping in the grass, the flowers in her hands.
"No, Mum. I don't blame you."
He just wished he could take it all back, that he didn't follow her here.
At last he knew just where his mother had gone everyday at noon, all his life, no, longer: here.
Oh, how he wished he could go back to not knowing, back to wondering, back to ignorance! It was probably better.
After all, it had been for the best.
But, oh! He had been so angry with her yesterday – for Disapparating on him. Again. He'd just gotten his Apparition License for Merlin's sake!
I think it's about time we figured out just what Mum's been hiding.
"You can't be serious!" Lily had argued
"I'm dead serious. I want to know where Mum's been running off to all these years!"
His siblings looked dubious.
"Don't we deserve to know just what it is that's so important that mum has to leave us?"
It had taken a while, but in the end Albus and Lily reluctantly agreed.
A brilliant plan was deliberated.
Lily researched tracking charms. Albus had Floo-ed to the Burrow and borrowed one of Granddad's GPS things, whatever that was. And during this, James had stolen away and borrowed Dad's cloak.
Since he was the only one who could perform magic, James had cast the tracking charm on their mother when she went to sleep.
The subsequent waiting had been the hardest part.
"You'll tell us everything?" Lily whispered, watching James pull on the Invisibility Cloak. It was time.
Behind them, Albus had punched their mum's current coordinates into the Muggle device. She was in Wiltshire, where exactly though, James was about to find out.
"You will tell us, won't you?"
"Of course," James promised before vanishing with a pop.
Around him, the living room fell away and the most unexpected scene materialized around him: a cemetery.
This is where he was now, nearly an hour after noon, standing behind his mother who sat, kneeling in front of two graves.
"I don't know why I still come here every day." she whispered. "I guess I just love him too much to not to…"
His mother reached out to touch the name on the first headstone, a lone tear rolling down her cheek.
DRACO MALFOY