You had been called up to Dumbledores office. You knew that you weren't in trouble. You always followed the rules, never stepped a toe out of line and never sassed the professors. So when you were called to his office, you knew something happened. You dragged your best friend, Lily Evans, with you just in case you needed a shoulder to cry on.
Lily knocked on the door, and you both heard a faint 'come in'. You both slowly walked in, feeling more than one pair of eyes following you.
"Minister, hello." You spoke shakily. He gave you a worried glance and his mouth pricked up into a small smile. You saw Dumbeldores eyes flicker to Lily's frame, and you spoke again, "just in case, sir".
Dumbledore nodded and folded his hands together on his desk.
"We have some news for you dear," the minister spoke "there was a wand fight in Diagon Alley yesterday. Your mother, one of the victims. She was announced dead yesterday at 12:03 pm." You felt your heart drop to the ground, you breathing hitch, and you muscles tense.
"Y-you must b-be mistaken." You spoke with a broken tremble "moms strong, she can't have died." You protested. Dumbledore sighed, causing a tear fall down your left cheek. If Dumbledore reacted like that, you knew it was true. Lily wrapped an arm around your shoulder, but you barely noticed this action. You stared off into the distance and felt the numb in your heart.
You thought of all the times you were alive together. When you would both bake together. When you would walk to your grandmothers house. Together. Now what could you do together?
You felt Lily pull you of Dumbledores office, and noticed the tears streaming down you face like waterfalls for your eyes. You felt your throat close and hiccuped miserably.
You and Lily heard running towards you two. You heard the voice of your tormentor. Sirius Black.
"Who died?" He asked with a cocky smirk on his face. You weren't facing him, but you could tell. You whirled around, a mask of fury, sadness, and pain rushing into your brain.
"My mom!" You yelled, hearing another sob erupt from your lips. His infamous smirk fell from his face.
"U-I- didn't - I'm sorry." He said. You glared at him, sending dangers at him with your eyes.
"That doesn't matter. Now leave me alone!" You took off at a sprint, running to your house Common Room. You flew into your bed, closing the curtains and cast ' muffliato' so nobody could hear your sobbing.
This ones kinda sad, but, it's whatever.
Next imagine is for Ron Weasley (Post War)
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FanfictionY'all read at ur own risk, I hate this book so much, but I'm so tired of it so I stopped writing in it. But I mean, enjoy ig??? Includes Marauders Era and Golden Trio Era. There also most likely won't be any smut, so sorry to disappoint. But I'm no...
