Oh Death

“Daddy. I feel cold,” Stasya whispered weakly before her body was wracked with coughs. The whole room felt icy, but she knew that she had a fever. She’d overheard her parents when they thought she was asleep, apparently it was bad. Bad enough that babushka had called for the priest despite mama’s protests. Stasya wasn’t sure why mama didn’t want the priest. She thought it was nice that he was praying for her, although she didn’t like having to give confession.

Ana slowly sunk to the ground, unable to conjure her Patronus as the Dementor drew out her worst memory.