Forever and always, until the end (Fred Weasley&Anertha Diggory) WattyAwards2013

The last Diggory

Written 9/6/2013

George sat, as he always did on a Sunday, on the grass between the graves of Fred and Anertha. This had become a regular thing for him now, a way of coping with the loss of the two people he loved most in the world. Today though was not as uplifting as his other visits, today he felt he should deliver sad news to Anertha personally. He knew she couldn't hear him and would probably know herself by now but he still felt he had to, it gave him practice for when he had to break the news to his young nephews. He looked beside her gravestone and found Cedric's, next to his sat her mother's. George sighed, 'Diggory is a cursed name.' He thought. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter, it had been delivered that very morning. The letter told George of the passing of one Amos Diggory, her father. 'Here it goes.... ' George read the letter out loud, when he had finished he placed it at the foot of the grave. 'I'm sorry Annie, I mean you probably know already, but I'm sorry your family is gone. At least you don't have to tell the twins. I have that job, yay me. I hope Fred is supporting you up there, I know he is. You better be-' He looked to Fred's grave when he spoke the last few words '-I hope your dad told you why he did it. I mean I get it, Cedric, followed by you, followed by your mother. He was bound to go bonkers, don't get mad that I said that. I just mean I can see why he felt the need to...well, you know. Anyway I guess I should say the twins are well, I'm just rambling, God knows how I could of done this to your face, but then I wouldn't have to if you lived, Amos wouldn't have...and your mother would have...I can't say the words.' George felt rain begin to fall. 'I should go. I love you Fred. You too Anertha. See you next week.' George stood and made his way away from the graves. The rain began to fall harder. George looked back and sighed at the sight in front of him, four graves soon to become five, sitting side by side in the dusk of the evening. How George wished they were all people stood there, not slabs of stone. The letter he had left on the ground now began to disintegrate into the grass and disappear, just as the Diggory family now had.