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The cheery sun shone down, taunting my grief. How dare the world be so full of peace and joy, when all my peace sits in the oak casket about to be lowered into a stone cold grave. How could people laugh when Astoria was gone?

I stared down at the white gravestone, the engraved name black as Death's heart. How could he take her?

Scorpius sobbed silently at my side, the immense grief reducing my strong son to a sniffling mess. How could whe go on without her? How could we? He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me, clinging to me. Scorpius hadn't hugged me in years.

We both stared forlornly at the grave as the dirt slowly poured over her casket. The traitorous, miserably happy sun glinted off the polished marble.

ASTORIA  MALFOY

1982-2019

Mother - Wife - Daughter



Goodbye, Astoria. You should have had more time.





AN: I just did this in like 10 minutes. dont judge :)

AN: can i delete this? its rather useless

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