
Memories for a Loving Sister
Worst Day of Her life
July 20th 2072
Alicia Devereaux had woken up like it was any other day, like her world would stay the same – but that was not the case. After all, something most horrendous had to happen for her to make this date as the worst day of her life.
She walked out of her small apartment locking up behind her, saying hello to her muggle neighbors and smiling as she walked down the seven flights of stairs until she was outside. Then sighing she walked to what used to be her favorite café to meet her favorite little sister Aurelie.
She sat down, waiting for her to arrive – and then she heard a scream. Who was screaming – they were safe and sound in Diagonalley. She thought standing up, and then with a jerk on every muscle every part of her soul her being – it felt like her heart was ripped out of her right then and there. She had only just graduated – she hadn’t even started her life yet!
She thought the tears already streaming down her cheeks as she ran with three quick steps and was at her side.
“Aury,” she cried, her hand on her sister’s knee. All she could think was what had happened – but she knew, she was dead and there was no healing her. After all, you had to still have a head to be able to be safe and be healed at Mungo’s and she didn’t.
“DOES ANYONE HAVE A TIMETURNER?” She screamed tears burning her eyes as they fell down to the pavement bellow.
“Ma’am, please come with us.” The ministry official next to her spoke calmly, like he’d seen this all the time like he’d seen people splinch to death daily. But she had never seen this. She had never seen her sister gone, she had no want no need to give her up, she sat there, on the ground her head tucked down.
“I love you, Aurelie” she cried.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry for your loss.”
“No you are not.” Alicia spoke her words void of emotion; she didn’t even look at the man who she was speaking with. “Please bring me to the Department of International Cooperation – I-I need to take sometime off to pre-prepare for her funeral.” She whimpered as she said the last bit she didn’t want to say goodbye. She never would.
“Alright ma’am, I’m am sorry for your loss.” He repeated, she ignored she wasn’t ready for people consoling her al she wanted to do was lay in bed and cry she’d lost her best friend.