Chapter 63: A new grave

***POV - Melaena

I shift my legs into a more comfortable position where I sit on the freshly-planted green grass covering the small heap of the gravesite, and then I place the red flowers against the newly erected marble tombstone. A few tears roll down my cheek and I wipe it away anxiously with my hand. Fudge-jackets, it's so unfair. Hatred for Harry, for Darren, for Lucinda … for the whole fudge-upped family … boils through me.

I put my hand against the cold stone that’s now the only indication about the life that was lost and buried deep in the earth underneath. And for what? Revenge? Money? Power?