Lust for Death

I sensed movement in the house that night as I saw Ron quickly walk out the door. I knew Harry was trying to leave, but I knew also that Ron would stop him.

As they came back in I was staring out the window towards the sky, Harry walked up to me and sat down on the sofa with me, wrapping his arm around me I cuddled up to Harry as a few more tears appeared in my eyes.

Harry fell asleep holding me as I thought about my mother and all that she had done for me over the years.



The next day the Minister of Magic came to see us, I stood with Ron at the door as Harry walked around the corner with Hermione,
“To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?” Harry asked the man with long brown hair, in the black suit,
“I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter.” Scrimgeour spoke.

We sat in front of him as placed something on wrapped in brown velvet on the table,
“And this is…?” Harry asked, Scrimgeour pulled out a piece of parchment as it floated to the side and opened,
“Herein is set forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley I leave my Deluminator a device of my own making in the hope that when things seem most dark it will show him light.” Scrimgeour spoke opening the velvet and handing Ron a little black item,
“Dumbledore left this for me?” Ron asked,
“Yeah.” Scrimgeour replied,
“Brilliant. What is it?” Ron asked, Scrimgeour shrugged as he opened it, two lights from the side turned off and sent little balls into the black item. Ron closed it then reopened it letting the lights return, “Wicked.” Ron whispered.

“To Hermione Jean Granger I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard in the hopes that she find it entertaining and instructive.” Scrimgeour handed Hermione a book,
“Mom used to read me those. ‘The Wizard and the Hopping pop’, ‘Babbitty Rabbitty and the Cackling Stump.” Ron smiled, “Come on, Babbitty Rabbitty. No?” Ron asked, we all shrugged.

“To Meira Amaris Skylar, I leave a very rare potion perfume that only she must use, in hopes that it will help her against her worst fears.” Scrimgeour held out a small bottle to me with a spray top I looked at the bottle, there was no label, nothing telling me what it was actually for,
“What is the potion?” I asked, Scrimgeour shook his head as I looked at the crystal bottle.

“To Harry James Potter I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.” Scrimgeour pulled out the snitch and handed it to Harry.

Harry looked at the snitch for a moment as I looked at it confused,
“Is that it, then?” Harry asked,
“Not quite. Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately, the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore’s to give away. As an important historical artifact, it belongs--” Scrimgeour spoke,
“To Harry. It belongs to Harry. It came to him when he needed it in the Chamber of Secrets.” Hermione explained,
“The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor. That does not make it that wizard’s property. And, in any event, the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown.” Scrimgeour explained,
“Excuse me?” Harry asked,
“The sword is missing.” Scrimgeour repeated, “I don’t know what you’re up to, Mr. Potter but you can’t fight this war on your own. He’s too strong.” Scrimgeour explained.



That afternoon I left to get ready with Ginny and Hermione,
“I love your dress Hermione.” I spoke as she pulled it on,
“Your dress is lovely too Mei.” Ginny spoke, I smiled,
“Thank you.” I nodded, as I looked at it on the bed, “My mother made it for me.” I chocked as Ginny and Hermione both hugged me as tears formed in my eyes,
“Let’s smile today, ok, let your mother know that your happy to show off such a beautiful dress that she made especially for you,” Hermione smiled, I nodded,
“But not show it off too much to shame Fleur.” I spoke, Hermione giggled and nodded,
“Not too much then.” Hermione agreed as I got changed.

The girls were already outside as I tried to tie up the back. I lift the zip as far as my arm could reach, which wasn’t very far thanks to a past wound. I heard someone come in,
“Please tie up the back, whoever that is.” I spoke as I heard the person stand behind me and softly pull on the tie, “Harry?” I spoke as I felt his hand hold my shoulder, I smiled as Harry gently kissed my other shoulder, Harry looked up at me as I turned around, our lips met together in a sweet dance. I pulled back and smiled at him.

“Happy Birthday.” I spoke, Harry smiled and kissed me again,
“Thank you.” He whispered.