The Dementor in my head.

I don't remember that night, all I can remember is the cold dark feeling like I'd never be happy ever agin. The night my dad told me things where never going to be the same anymore. When he told me I thought that it was an horibul dream but no, it was real. I remember the days after better, my dad wold pace the study for hours on end. I-I think I went numb I wold just sit by the window staring off into space wondering what she was doing right now. I'd bet she'd tell me to chear up and come into my room with a trey of cookys and a glass of milk. But she's not here anymore, she's never going to be here again. It's like I have a dementor in my head it makes me cold its slowly feading off my soul. When I saw Albus and he knew I-I didn't know what to tell him, he agreed to come to the funeral then we just sat in silence. I received few letters from dad and when I did they where all the same: Stay strong Scorpius, she'd want us to be happy, She knew it was coming that's why we had you. Now a few years have passed I still miss her but things are better now. Dad still wheres his weding ring everywhere and I still see him staring at a photo of her sadly but he's learned to lagh angen. I think I'm better too. I wonder what she's doing right now.