Tragedy
by Borgin (borgin@legendary.co.uk)
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"Why, Mommy," I asked her once, "is Daddy an alcoholic?"
"Oh, Beki," she replied, "I'll tell you when you're older."
I asked Mommy again, and again, and again, but I always got the same answer. All I wanted to know was why.
I'm older now. Fourteen, an only child, and a member of Hogwart's Ravenclaw house. I've crushed on a good amount of guys, and even dated someone once. But Mommy has never told me why Daddy was an alcoholic. Why he still is one.
Then Mommy sent me an owl. "Beki," it said, "you're going to be a big sister." That came out of the bkue, I thought. After fourteen years of being an only child, I had a new sibling coming. But that still explained nothing. Why was Daddy an alcoholic?
I found out that summer holiday, when I was fifteen. Mommy told me one night as I was headed to bed. "Beki," she said, "I know I've never told you this before, but I will now. Your father is an alcoholic because, when he was a seventh year, his best friend died. He's gone through so much pain since, but I loved him enough to marry him and live with him despite his problems. You understand, right, Beki?"
"Right, Mommy," I told her half-heartedly. Then I went to bed and promptly fell asleep.
Looking back, I wish that I had told her then that I did understand, and fully. It's because Mommy died not too long after childbirth, leaving me with a baby brother, Carl, and my father. Then Daddy died from a drug overdose. Apparently, he had turned to drugs after Mommy died, and only because of heartbreak. I'm twenty-three and raising my eight-year-old brother. We both were living with my maternal grandmother, but now that I'm out of school and can work I feel like I can raise him. I work a full time job at the ministry. I'm paid well. But my biggest fault, I feel, is that I never grew close to my father. I feel responsible for his death. I feel like I could have saved him.
I should stop and remember that nothing that had happened before should be regretted, because each day is a gift and a great one at that.
-finis 1/1-
A/N: I'm leaving Beki's father (and mother, too. All I'll say is that one of them is either Hermione, Harry, or Ron, and the other could be anyone) to be decided, and please leave any comments in the review box. Thank you.
by Borgin (borgin@legendary.co.uk)
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"Why, Mommy," I asked her once, "is Daddy an alcoholic?"
"Oh, Beki," she replied, "I'll tell you when you're older."
I asked Mommy again, and again, and again, but I always got the same answer. All I wanted to know was why.
I'm older now. Fourteen, an only child, and a member of Hogwart's Ravenclaw house. I've crushed on a good amount of guys, and even dated someone once. But Mommy has never told me why Daddy was an alcoholic. Why he still is one.
Then Mommy sent me an owl. "Beki," it said, "you're going to be a big sister." That came out of the bkue, I thought. After fourteen years of being an only child, I had a new sibling coming. But that still explained nothing. Why was Daddy an alcoholic?
I found out that summer holiday, when I was fifteen. Mommy told me one night as I was headed to bed. "Beki," she said, "I know I've never told you this before, but I will now. Your father is an alcoholic because, when he was a seventh year, his best friend died. He's gone through so much pain since, but I loved him enough to marry him and live with him despite his problems. You understand, right, Beki?"
"Right, Mommy," I told her half-heartedly. Then I went to bed and promptly fell asleep.
Looking back, I wish that I had told her then that I did understand, and fully. It's because Mommy died not too long after childbirth, leaving me with a baby brother, Carl, and my father. Then Daddy died from a drug overdose. Apparently, he had turned to drugs after Mommy died, and only because of heartbreak. I'm twenty-three and raising my eight-year-old brother. We both were living with my maternal grandmother, but now that I'm out of school and can work I feel like I can raise him. I work a full time job at the ministry. I'm paid well. But my biggest fault, I feel, is that I never grew close to my father. I feel responsible for his death. I feel like I could have saved him.
I should stop and remember that nothing that had happened before should be regretted, because each day is a gift and a great one at that.
-finis 1/1-
A/N: I'm leaving Beki's father (and mother, too. All I'll say is that one of them is either Hermione, Harry, or Ron, and the other could be anyone) to be decided, and please leave any comments in the review box. Thank you.