Leta stares up at the portrait, tears streaming down her face. Theseus wraps his arms around her. He's crying too. He loved them, just as she had. They were his little brother and sister. They were her best friends. They were for each other. United. Together. Even know. They stand side by side in their portrait, their fingers laced together. Their soft smiles surrounding them in warmth.
She presses her fingers to her lips before placing them on the plaque that holds their names. It was a symbol of love for them. Just the three of them. To show she was there, that she hadn't forgotten them. Because how could she? They had been her everything. She looked down at the plaque that read their names, sobs escaping her.
Newton Artemis Fido Goldstein-Scamander
February 24,1897-December 6,1932
Porpentina Esther Goldstein-Scamander
August 19,1901-December 6,1932
They were gone. They are not here. Not anymore.
