Winters Cloak | S.S

40 | Eternal Rest

Severus would come back after a couple of hours. And collapse in your arms with his exhausted body. But he grinned regardless, he had put an end to Voldemort's early reign. The death eaters were cowards, they had apparated at the sight of the vicious and merciless leader, laying dead.

Narcissa would take Draco away from you, and he protested. Yet, he didn't win. Lucius grumbled a few malevolent sentences before leaving you alone.

And with the help of Severus and Louise, you helped dig a hole.

It wasn't much, but enough for London's lean body to fit. And he found peace. At least, he was now at ease. Severus helped you find blooming flowers and as you trailed behind him, the wetness that would be present on your cheeks by the second was overwhelming you.

The coffin was magically brought to life by Severus. Solemn eyes watched it float inside the freshly dug compound bellow, where he would sleep, forever.

And after the funeral, light rain would accompany the skies. You place a Lewisia rediviva flower on his grave.

Everyone said their good bye's and you sat for a while, with Louise and Severus by your side. Severus would lightly comb your hair, pet you in an understanding way. He hadn't known your relationship with London, but by the constant whimpering of pain told him all.

Your mind held a vivid memory of Don.

"What are you writing in?" London chirped up, he stood behind your back almsot startling you, yet again.

"A diary. As you can see." You scornfully nudged his arm and he chuckled. "I'm writing a letter to France. She probably misses me a lot."

"I know if I were France, I would want for you to shut up." London teased you with a playful smile. And you threw a glare his way.

Sitting near the window seat, you try to observe the birds which flew with ease, in a pattern and in unison.

How do I even start this letter?

Something was odd. The writing disappeared the moment you had written down the name of your cousin. Almost like it had evaporated into thin air.

"Don."

"Hmm?" He turned to face you, alerted.

"My writing literally disappeared."

Ponting to the blank parchment, your eyes scrutinised it, suddenly grabbing a lantern nearby and shining its content onto the paper. In hopes of revealing anything.

"That's impossible." He muttered and went back to studying.

When you groaned in irritation and snatched the book out of his hands, he gave you a suspicious glance.

"I'm not joking! I swear—look!"

Hastily, you grab his quill and wrote his name quickly, so that he would not go back to resuming his task. He peered over your shoulder with a ghastly expression.

"Told you." Arms folding in curiousness, you wait to observe any other magical whisperings this old diary could probably provide you.

"That is indeed weird. Pass it over to me."

He began to flip through the pages like there was no tomorrow. Scanning each page to see if it had any other ink as evidence of its utilisation.

"Where did you find it?"

"I never found it. Marissa handed it to me."

He froze in his seat, he turned his attention towards you and shook his head in a discouraging manner.