EM October topic Halloween
For the first eleven years of my life I was lead to believe that my parents died in a car crash. My aunt and uncle were desperate to keep the truth from me because they feared what I was. They feared all things that were different from what they found acceptable. The truth was my parents were a witch and wizard, and they died on Halloween night.
I only know what others have told me about them. They were talented and brave. They faced Voldemort three times before he was able to kill them. My mother was brilliant at potions. My father excelled at transfiguration. They were betrayed by one of their dearest friends. They died trying to save me from Voldemort.
It's just bits and pieces of who they truly were. I've seen them through other peoples memories. I've looked at photos and a letter or two. I've been desperate to make sense of who they were, and how I am like them. All my life I've been told that I look just like my father. Some have told me that I am like him in personality and temperament as well. Others have told me that I am like mother when it comes to my heart. I wish I knew on my own what they were like. I wish that Halloween with my parents meant something other than the night they died and I managed to survive because of their sacrifice.
Unfortunately wishes rarely come true.
I only know what others have told me about them. They were talented and brave. They faced Voldemort three times before he was able to kill them. My mother was brilliant at potions. My father excelled at transfiguration. They were betrayed by one of their dearest friends. They died trying to save me from Voldemort.
It's just bits and pieces of who they truly were. I've seen them through other peoples memories. I've looked at photos and a letter or two. I've been desperate to make sense of who they were, and how I am like them. All my life I've been told that I look just like my father. Some have told me that I am like him in personality and temperament as well. Others have told me that I am like mother when it comes to my heart. I wish I knew on my own what they were like. I wish that Halloween with my parents meant something other than the night they died and I managed to survive because of their sacrifice.
Unfortunately wishes rarely come true.