[HP] Riddle's Spirit Behind

The next morning, Tom woke up early as usual.It was after nine o'clock that Avery and Abraxas lazily got up on the bed.

Avery opened the presents that he hadn't had time to open yesterday.

"My favorite chocolate frog!" He happily gave Abraxas a hug, and Abraxas wobbled and almost fell to the ground.

Then Avery unwrapped Tom's gift—a dozen brand-new quills.

"Uh...thank you, Tom." Avery said, scratching his head, "I'm short on quills."

Then he excitedly took the gift to show to his mother.

"I think she looks much better today," Avery told the others after coming out of her mother's room. "I hope she gets better soon."

However, no one expected that on the afternoon of the second day of Avery's birthday, Mrs. Bourne died in her bed.

According to family therapists who rushed to her, she passed away peacefully, suffering little to no pain.

Eleanor floated over the door of Mrs Bourne's room.She stared at Mrs. Bourne, who was lying motionless on the bed with her eyes closed, and suddenly felt that death was so close to them again.

Life is too fragile.she thought sadly.

Avery didn't cry, he stood blankly at the door, biting his white lower lip, and firmly grasped the door frame with one hand.

Mr. Bourne was kneeling beside his wife, weeping softly while holding his cold hand.The great pain of losing his wife left him with no time to take care of his son.

Eleanor looked down at Avery, she opened her mouth and found that she couldn't find the right words to comfort him.

She suddenly overlapped the figure of the boy in front of her with herself a few years ago.

She had just learned of the death of her parents at that time.When she was young, she still couldn't fully understand the meaning of death, so she could only repeat crying and drowsiness until she fully understood that they had gone away from her and would never come back.

She turned around and saw the dark-haired boy standing at the other end of the corridor.

He looked towards this side in silence, his expressionless face looked particularly cruel, as if the tragedy that was happening was not enough to touch him at all.

Eleanor looked at him for a while, then finally withdrew her gaze.She whispered to Avery, "Cry it out, Avery. It'll be better."

Avery shook his head slowly.

Abraxas who was standing beside him looked at him wordlessly, reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

"Come here, Avery," his father called to him from across the room. "Come and say goodbye to your mother."

But Avery took half a step back with a pale face.

"No." He shook his head in refusal, broke free from Abraxas's hand, turned around and fled quickly.

"Avery!" Eleanor exclaimed.

Avery accidentally bumped Tom on the shoulder.Tom reached out, as if to grab his arm, but froze in midair, hesitantly.

"Hurry up and catch up." Eleanor said in an unquestionable tone.

Tom put his hands in his pockets and opened his mouth as if about to say something.But he finally walked down the stairs with his head down.

They saw that Avery was lying on the sofa, his shoulders trembling slightly, and faint sobs could be heard.

"I'm sorry, Avery." Abraxas walked over and whispered while sitting on the sofa.

Eleanor made a half-kneeling posture, looking sadly at Avery's side face.

After an unknown amount of time, Avery suddenly raised his head, his face covered with tears.

"She will come back..." He wiped the tears from his face vigorously, and said hoarsely, "She won't have the heart to leave me...

As he spoke, he raised his head as if asking for Eleanor's opinion: "She will come back as a ghost, right?"

"I..." Eleanor, who was always articulate, suddenly choked, "...I'm sorry, I don't know."

Avery began to cry, and Eleanor found herself as bewildered as Abraxas.They could only quietly stand by Avery's side, unable to do anything.

In the evening of that day, many relatives of the Bourne family rushed over.

A heavily made-up woman hugged Avery tightly, "Oh, my poor nephew!"

Avery stiffened as he accepted comforts from relatives.Not long ago he had slowly stopped crying, but there was still no light in his red eyes.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Bourne said to Eleanor and the others in a mechanical voice, "the house is a mess now, and I'm afraid I can't entertain you well."

He said this in a sense of eviction order, and Eleanor knew it was time for them to leave.

On the carriage going back, Tom held his chin and stared at the passing scenery without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Eleanor also kept a rare silence, and at the same time lost the mood to appreciate the scenery of London.

That night, under the dim light of the orphanage's kerosene lamp, Tom lay in bed and watched the mottled shadows of trees stretching their teeth and claws on the ceiling.

Eleanor hummed an unknown tune softly by his side, the tune was sad.

"What's that like?" Tom said suddenly.

It took Eleanor a second to realize that Tom was talking to her.

"What did you say?" She looked at Tom suspiciously.

Tom stared at the ceiling, the orange light of the oil lamp flickering slightly in his dark eyes. "I mean, what does it feel like to die?"

Eleanor was a little surprised.She didn't expect such a problem.

"No special feeling." She whispered, "It's just a blink of an eye, as if suddenly fell asleep."

"Have you ever been afraid?" asked Tom softly.

"You mean... to die?" Eleanor thought for a moment, "Of course I was afraid."

She said, sighed and looked out of the window, and said to herself: "...even now."

Suddenly Tom stopped talking.He rolled over against the wall, as if asleep.

Eleanor was very worried about Avery's situation, so she kept whispering in Tom's ear to let him write to Avery.At last Tom couldn't bear her whining, and wrote Avery a short letter of condolence.

But Avery's reply was shorter.

"Everything is fine. The funeral was just held yesterday," he wrote.

After reading his reply, Eleanor became even more worried.She could well imagine the devastation this had caused Avery.

But Tom was reluctant to visit Avery one more time before school started.

"So what if we're gone?" said Tom dryly. "We can't bring his mother back to life."

"That being said, but..." Eleanor suddenly stopped talking, and sighed deeply, "Well, maybe he should be allowed to stay with his relatives more now."

The author has something to say: Little abuse and joy...

I accept the whipping.

As for what disease Mrs Bourne died of... I really can't think of a disease that would kill a wizard, so please ignore it.