Draco held tightly to the locket, as if he were to let go he'd be letting go of his own life. He cared so deeply for this girl he had lost oh so long ago and to find that her death was not an accident, but a wrongful murder committed by his own father put Draco in a state of rage. He knew very well what his father was capable of, but not once in his life would he have accused him of killing someone so dear.
Draco sighed and looked up at his mother. The day the truth had come out was the day that Cree was finally set free. He finished his last year at Hogwarts with no more interruptions, but sadly Draco sort of longed to see her again.
He now stood at the foot of her coffin with flowers from the tree blowing past him in the wind. He had made sure they retrieved whatever was left of her body from the bottom of the lake so she could have a proper burial. He knew she deserved nothing but the best and that was what he was going to give her.
He sighed as his mother patted him on the back in reassurance. Draco nodded and slowly walked past her to Cree's parents. He was the one to break the news to them the first time about her death and this time about her murder. Draco's father had been sent to Azkaban under their request.
“How are you doing?” Draco asked, unsure about how they would talk to him. When he had told them the first time they had held him responsible and cut all links they had.
“We're so sorry dear boy.” JoAnna cried. She wiped away the tears and gave him a heart broken smile. She grabbed his hand and rubbed her thumb over it, Draco was feeling uncomfortable about it, but he knew that she had felt bad.
“There is nothing to be sorry about.” JoAnna kissed his cheek and walked away with her husband. The crowd was slowly disappearing, but Draco stayed. He told his mum that he would be with her shortly. He watched as they lowered the casket into the ground and held even tighter to the locket. He hung his head with a deep sigh and picked up the flowers his mother had brought. He tossed them in and waited. Everyone had left to the bottom of the hill at that point, but Draco still stood there. He looked over his shoulder at his mum at the bottom of the hill and then back to her casket. He breathed in deeply and loosened his grip on the locket. He slowly brought it up to his lips, never breaking eye contact with the casket, and kissed it. He held it there for only a few seconds, but enough to say his last goodbye, before tossing it onto the casket with the flowers.
Cree Laidle
1986 - 1997
Laid to rest forever
But to never be forgotten