Harry Potter and the goblet of fire
Year four
One year later
~Flashback~
The sky continued to cry
And
The grass was now wetmy cheeks drenched with tears
That showed no sign of stopping
They merely continued to trickle down
My faceIt was quiet
People to afraid to speak in fear of disrespecting those who were mourning their loss
What was left of my family
in a state of distress
Trying to hold ourselves together
For the sake of the crowds who had gathered
To say goodbye to the woman who had
diedFather stood next to me
Not speaking
Not comforting
Just standingI watched as white roses were placed on the coffin
In my hand I held a black rose
My father too held oneWhen the crowds began to leave and shrink
Only one family remained
The Malfoy'sToo afraid to leave
Their friend who lost his
wife
And a girl who had just lost her
MotherThey didn't speak merely observed from a distance
My Father walked first
kissing the coffin
And placing the rose on topBefore leaving to return to his office
which he had found sanctuary in the safe space of the four walls that shielded him from the mishaps in the worldHe had become isolated
And
DetachedWalking to the coffin
I stopped traitorous tears
I had kept at bay spilled out of my eyesPlacing the last black rose on my mothers coffin
I bid my mother a final farewellBefore stepping back
And
Watching as the wizards placed her
With the rest of the
Robinson familyMy heart clenched
and
Shattered into a million pieces a puzzle that desperately needed to be
solved♡
The memory soon disappears from my mind and my surroundings become clear again. I'm standing next to Draco at the Quidditch World Cup. I didn't want to come but cissa insisted i leave the house and social with people.
Draco grabbed my hand as we made our way up to the commissioners private booth. I hear a familiar voice and look up to see the weaselys and potter trudging up the stairs.
"How much higher dad" Weasley asked his father. I rolled my eyes at the bunch of misfits, I grab the hem of my dress and walk next to Draco.

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The Slytherin Princess Of Hogwarts
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