Did They Know?
Rini potter stood in the pouring rain tears flowing down her pale face. She stood outside of the potter residence with a grin upon her face but she felt guilt. Why? She wondered to herself. She watched as Ginny Weasley wrapped her arms around her son. Rini took a step back and turned away of course she wanted to stay forever but she had one last job to do. She pulled a ruffled piece of paper out of her pocket and read it aloud “We know you’ll always be there for Harry”. This could have just been something her mother knew but did they know they were going to die? She froze when she heard a voice “excuse me miss, are you okay?” A young boy with black hair asked her. Rini just smiled a nodded at her nephew “Yes, young one” The young boy held out a piece of cake “I thought I’d give this to you” he said grinning. Rini took the cake to not affined the young boy. She looked down at the cake to see blue icing spelling the name Albus P the rest had been cut off. “Thank you” Rini said shoving the paper into her pocket. Harry came behind the young boy “Come on Albus, Its time to go home” he said smiling at the woman who reminded him of his mother. Rini’s heart fell, tears starting to escape her eyes as harry and his family walked away from her. She wished she could call out for him but her task loomed over her again. She looked down at the cake and placed it upon a nearby rock. The skies turned black, they illuminated and roared. Small droplets of a clear liquid started to fall from the heavens. I smiled but the expression soon faded for the thought of her parent’s death flooded her mind. “It’s time to return” These words haunted me they escaped my mouth. I slowly made her way back home. She looked up at what used to be her family home but was more known as the place where the potter’s died. She had returned home to Godric’s Hollow. I gulped before slowly walking up the overgrown path. She gently pushed the door open. She gulped; her heart full of dread. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m Rini Lily Potter and I’m not giving up now. I walked through the house remembering how mum used to sing to me as a child, how she used to brush and play with my hair and most of all how much she loved me. An acid like substance fell from my eye, it was warm and wet. “I’m crying” I said to myself. I continued walking around the house until I found what I assumed to be Harry’s room. I looked around knowing this is where my mother died. I fell to me knees, I couldn’t cope; I found it hard to breath. I tried to leave the room but it felt like I was being held down by some invisible force. I turned my head to see a book. I wasn’t sure what it was. I reached out and placed my hand on it. Suddenly the pressure eased. I could more with more ease now. I crawled out of the room holding the book. I looked at the book. It seemed to be a children’s story book. I opened it to find much more than just a story. There inside the cover was a message. The last words of my parents, tears flowed down my face as I read these words. “Dear reader if you are reading this then we are probably dead or you’re just snooping through our stuff in that case put this book down and read no more. If we have been torn from this world as we think we might then this should be given to our eldest child Rini; Rini if you are reading this we are dead. Letting you know that we both love you, you are always in our hearts and we are always by yours and your brother’s side. You know who is coming for us my darling children. Goodbye love Mum and Dad” The pain in my chest grew.