Prologue

"Promise me you'll love again. Promise me that you will get married and have a family."

"I… I…"

"Promise me."

"I promise."

I opened my eyes and listened to the breeze whistle around me. The garden was always so quiet in the minutes before sunset. The tulips, daisies, and marigolds danced in the wind. For a split second, I thought I saw her running through the flowers, her dark hair bouncing around her, laughing, her face lit up with joy. But of course she wasn't there. She hadn't been there for a long, long time.

I had fulfilled my promise to her. I fell for Astoria Greengrass and married her. Our son, Scorpius, was about to start school. My life was comfortable and only filled with the minor irritations that came with fatherhood and business. I had accomplished my promise to her and doing so only gave me more comfort. Even in death, she was always thinking of me. I smiled at that.

I sighed and looked up at the sky. I miss her. I miss her when something good happens, because she's the one I want to share it with. I miss her when something is troubling me, because she's the one who understands me so well. I miss her when I laugh and cry, because I know that she's the one that makes my laughter grow, and my tears disappear. I miss her all the time, but I miss her the most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other. For those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.

** So this is the prologue of another story. Tell me guys what you think. Should I continue this?**