son amour - j. potter

sixty two

I squeezed James's hand tighter as we got closer to my little sister.

"Hello," I said softly, making sure not to startle her.

Beatrice looked up at me, her bright blue eyes were red and puffy as if she hadn't stopped crying since Henry died.

"You came," Beatrice whispered.

"I did. Is Sebastian coming?"

Beatrice nodded, "He should be here shortly."

We stood in silence, listening to the leaves rustle in the wind.

"I'm so sorry," Beatrice said. "For everything."

I glanced up at Beatrice who was staring down at Henry's casket in the ground.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked, still looking at my little sister.

Beatrice shook her head, "Mom. I wanted to make her proud. She started ranting about pureblood supremacy and saying that she wished at least one of her children could make her proud."

"Lucille's a bitch," I muttered.

Beatrice looked up at me, smiling slightly.

"She is," Beatrice agreed, "But if it means anything, I regret it a lot."

"Did you-," I stuttered, "Did you kill anyone?"

Beatrice shook her head, "No, I never killed or hurt anyone."

"Good," I muttered, "Does Seb know?"

"No."

I nodded, "Let's just keep this between us."

James squeezed my hand in reassurance.

The crack of apparation echoed through the empty graveyard. I watched as my older brother, Sebastian, walked in through the gates of the graveyard.

He was dressed in black as well, a solemn look on his face.

Beatrice ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. Her head was dug into his shoulder.

"I missed you lot," Sebastian said.

I smiled sadly, "I missed you too."

Beatrice finally let go of Sebastian and my brother hugged me next.

"Where's Penelope?" I asked.

Sebastian pulled away from the hug, "She is busy working and wedding planning."

James shook Sebastian's hand next.

"Good to see you."

"You too, Sebastian."

Sebastian looked into the grave, staring at Henry's dark oak coffin.

"Are we going to say a few words?" Sebastian asked.

Beatrice shrugged, "You can if you want, I've been here awhile so I already said my goodbyes."

Sebastian nodded.

"I-, I'm just going to say goodbye in my head," I muttered, "I'm not very good with words."

James held my hand even tighter as I stared at the grave of my nineteen year old brother.

He was too young. He made bad choices, but he never was a bad person.

"Can I ask who killed him?" Sebastian asked softly.

Beatrice opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

"Bellatrix Lestrange," I stated.

James gave me an unreadable look.