The next time that Harley visited he brought his old broomstick with him and let me ride it. That was the first time since she died that I had felt happy again. Mom realized that when she saw me laughing in the sky and bought me my own broom the next day. It was a bit small and the stick was a bit cracked in places, but I loved it. After that I slowly started to open up again, helping mom around the house, trying to teach Damian how to ride my broom, and sending letters to Cecelia every week she was away at Hogwarts.