A/N: The song does not belong to me. The irony quote is from the Matrix. Enjoy!

St. Judy's Comet

SilverPhoenixWings

"Why are you crying, Daddy?" My son. Not yet seven. He wouldn't understand the pain. I ruffled his hair and forced a smile, for his sake. He has her eyes. He personifies everything good about her. Too bad he never really knew her.

"I'm sad." I told him, climbing the stairs. He was growing tired.

"Why, Daddy?"

"A long time ago, Daddy's friends went to Heaven." I said, pushing the door open to his room. I sat him on the bed.

"Who, Daddy? Mommy?" My son was bright. Just like her. I nodded, clearing my throat.

"Yes. You never knew her, but she was beautiful. She was an angel on earth. But she died."

"How, Daddy?"

I thought back six years. Fate is not without a sense of irony, it seems. Halloween night. We were at the annual reunion at Hogwarts, and everyone looked spectacular. It was a masquerade, but I'd know her anywhere. Fairy lights and pumpkins decorated the Great Hall, and a bar had been set up at one end of the room. It was a gorgeous sight.

I remember dancing hours and hours with her. Our feet moved in perfect harmony, and I saw nothing but her radiant smile. Time faded, and soon it was going on midnight. The ball would be coming to a close soon. I pushed a bit of hair out of her face, and looked into her eyes. Beautiful eyes.

As we began the last dance, the doors banged open, and fifty Death Eaters swept into the Hall. There were screams all over, and my best friend rushed to my side. People fell to curses, and a Death Eater approached me. A circle formed around us. My wife, my best friend, and myself.

The rest was a blur. They came forward, and pulled their wands. My wife kissed me deeply, and my best friend clamped a hand on my shoulder. A green light flashed over the Hall, and I closed my eyes, screaming.

When I opened them again, I was in the Hospital Wing. The Minister of Magic was out in the hallway, and the nurse attended to me. I looked around for my wife. She was not there.

"She's gone." They told me. My best friend was gone too. All in a moment. They had died to save me. Ironic. On Halloween night, as another couple had done many years before. Ironic. I was saved again by love. Ironic.

I smiled sadly at my son. He was seven, and Death Eaters were non-existent in his world of toy broomsticks and stuffed dragons.

"A car crash." I said. Ironic.

~*~

Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet

Roll across the sky

Leave a spray of diamonds in its wake

I long to see St. Judy's Comet sparkle

In your eyes,

When you awake.

~*~

FIN