Voldemort Day?! PLEASE TELL ME IT’S A JOKE! Was it April Fools? No, because it wasn’t George’s birthday yet… Halloween maybe? I was never great on dates but this was strange. A day dedicated to my father? A day when he was recognised. When I was recognised.

People were happy and yet it was as if it was a forced happy, making this world even more wrong than it already was. I wanted, needed it all to go back to the way it was. It was the only way life would return to normal.

On Voldemort day I had to be present at several functions. It was like being a member of some weird royal family. No matter where I was someone would come and get me and tell me to be at a certain time and place. No matter what the time, what I was doing someone would apparate in, bow, brief me on where I was going and who I was seeing and then we would leave.

I visited the Ministry, Gringotts, Azkaban and finally Hogwarts. Each time, I was expected to give a small speech and argue the situation behind the impact that Voldemort had had on the wizarding community or something of that vein.

My skin was white, icy, and felt as though it had miniature dragon scales woven into it. My skin looked shiny as my hair was even darker than usual. I wanted Charlie to be there with me. I longed for my friends and family to surround us. With darkness around I had to think of my own Patronus to get me there I couldn’t allow anything to take me in. I’m so glad I took music. La…La…La…, La…La…La…