A distant shuffle was heard behind her as she was folding up clothes in the room. Glancing back she saw her husband folding the chair and taking it downstairs.
“I’ll be downstairs if you’re alright here?”
It seemed more of a statement than a question to her. But she didn’t mind. In fact, they were both comfortable being separate at the moment; they needed their space. As she nodded she went back to what she was doing before. Folding clothes. A menial job, but something about the monotony kept her hands busy while her mind was free to wander.
It had been an amazing day in Florida with her family. Her son and her husband; exact replicas of one another were dragging her along everywhere. Despite telling them both not to spend more money than required they ended the day buying every possible thing related to Hogwarts.
Her son, was a Harry Potter fanatic. Her husband would often joke that reading him the series was probably the worst mistake they made. He was obsessed with anything related to it. Hence, the trip to Universal Studios in Orlando.
She picked up the Gryffindor tie lying on the floor and kept it with the robes and the Quidditch set. Out of everyone in the book, Sirius Black was the most strong character her son identified with from the very beginning. He was a fighter. He had survived hell and came back. And that made him nothing short of a hero in her son’s eyes. Unfortunately, it was that particular trait that they both had shared.
Her son was diagnosed with cancer at an early age. And despite what the doctors had told them, he fought through. His love for the world of Hogwarts grew in the hospital where they would read to him. He would often spout quotations and ask them to identify who said it to ease the tension of the test results from the doctors. They would pretend to play duelling games during his chemotherapy, only so that he could have something to look forward to. And he got better. He had beaten the odds. All was well.
“One day mum and dad, you are going to miss me because I shall be gone studying Potions and fighting dragons while you are stuck here without the flying brooms!” he had said before riding the roller coaster there.It was probably the happiest times of their lives; she recalled.
She sat beside the mound of clothes on the bed recalling all the jokes and secrets they had shared that day; probably the last time they were all smiling. Shaking her head she decided to check the drawers for any snitches and wands that she might have missed in the cleaning.
There she saw it. A sleek, brown paper wrapped package with her and her husband’s name written in her son’s handwriting. With trembling hands, she half ran downstairs and the two of them opened the package, not knowing what to expect.
Her husband let out a hysterical laugh and looking at him she could see his eyes brimming with tears. She didn’t seem to notice her own sobs until he pulled her close to him. They didn’t quite understand.
“Did he know?” he whispered to her. Had he known his fate all along? The couple looked into each other’s eyes before sobbing into each other’s arms crying over their lost son.
There on the table was a picture of the three of the them at Hogwarts. And, in his untidy scrawl he had written words of strength and love for his parents which he had known they would need; after his relapse and ultimately after his demise.
“The one’s we love never truly leave us. They are always there in our hearts.
I’ll see you at Hogwarts mum and dad. Make sure you get me a new broom when we meet!”
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