Title: I Can Save You
Author: Mia Skye
Beta: N/A
Summary: I can save you if you ask me, just ask me to; there's hope for you tonight. I can save you if you ask me, just ask me to; I can save your life.
Warnings: Do not read this as this might be a trigger for some of you who have self-harmed and is recovering from anorexia/bulimia. This story also has cursing, American terms, and mature themes. More will be added onto the list as the story progresses.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it's characters, any lyrics, or Hilton cigarettes. The only thing I own is Miyah Abell.
Author's Note: Plot bunnies just won't go away! This is my... second Harry Potter story? Yeah, second. I'm not really sure where I came up with this idea, but I do know it was while I was in a tough spot. I know, I should be working on Z-Day or I Scream For You, but I couldn't get this out of my freaking mind, so I'm going to post this anyways. I can update those stores while I'm working on this, I guess. I already have the whole plot line figured out, and there may or may not be a sequel, still deciding on it, so this story should be quick to come out, just need to figure out how I want to word this. Anyways, enough of my rambling, you wanted to read a story, not a page long Authors Note. Also, I'm looking for a Beta.
There was nothing like opening your skin with a clean, sharp razor and watching the blood pour out of the broken skin. Watching the inside pain leave in those droplets of crimson liquid, and all she wanted was to make one more cut, one more clean line before she had to leave to start her first day of College, not knowing it was a start of her new life.
"Miyah, do you want something to eat," was asked to the brunette twenty-one year old just as she stepped downstairs and into the kitchen.
"No thanks, Grandfather. I need to get to school soon; can't be late," replied the brunette, who was grabbing her pack full of textbooks, paper, and pens. "I'll be home after work," she said after bending down to kiss his cheek, but seeing the disappointment in her grandfathers eyes.
She knew how much he hated where she worked, but money was money, and they needed a lot of it. Sighing after a few minutes of silence, she walked to the front door telling him not to forget about his medicine.
Bundling up tight, Miyah walked down the steps of her and her grandfathers apartment they had since her grandmother passed away. But, she didn't want to think about that now; her life was finally looking up. After her last year of college, she can finally get out of the hell she worked at now.
She didn't live far from her college and it was walking distance, which she was grateful for; honestly, the people on the bus can be so horrid.
Lighting up a Hilton Light, she thought back to the last time she had to ride the bus. She had to go to the grocery store to buy her grandfather food, as he was down to the last cup of milk and cereal. She never particularly liked riding the bus, but she didn't know that this last time would ruin it all for her.
Innocently hopping onto the bus and grabbing a seat in the back, she plugged in her iPOD, and turned on Metallica, not noticing the looks she was getting from three older gentlemen.
All three had tried to gain her attention, and away from outside the window, but ultimately failed until the bigger one of the three, got up, and sat next to her. Barely registering the person next to her, Miyah looked him, before turning her attention back to the window, with a small annoyed sigh.
Not having any of that, the gruffly-looking man put his hand on her thigh, gaining a, "get your hand off of me." Not caring in the slightest of the tiny woman's warning, because, honestly, what could she do, he traveled his hand up further towards her hips. Grabbing his hands, the brunette threw his hands off of her and into his own lap. Smirking, the man tried again, and failed when a tall ginger man was walking to the back and noticed what was going on.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing to this young lady," asked the ginger, only gaining a, "none of your business, Ging." Sighing to himself in annoyance, the man walked up to the manhandler, grabbing him by the collar and lifted him to eye level. "I'll ask nicely one more time. What do you think you are doing," the ginger asked again.
Snorting out an amused laughter, the gruffly-looking man pulled out his switchblade, attempting to stab the other man, before the wind was knocked out of him due to a punch in the gut. Tossing the man into a seat away from the brunette, he wiped his hands as if he had got dirt onto them, and sat next to Miyah, who was shocked enough to pause her music.
Smiling, the stranger looked at her and said, "George Weasley, and you might be?"
"Mi-" she had squeaked out, before clearing her voice, and finishing with, "Miyah Abell."
"What are you listening to," George asked, pointing to her iPOD.
"Oh, um, Metallica. They're one of my favorite bands," she said, with a soft smile on her lips.
"Never heard of them," caused Miyah to go into another shock, before handing him one of the ear buds and telling him to listen.
The whole bus ride to the grocery store had been filled with them talking, and the occasional glares from the gruffly-looking man, and although she had been saved from the ginger that time, she didn't want to go back on the bus just in case that man was on again to manhandle her.
Lost in thought, and the occasional puff of her cigarette, she didn't notice she had bumped into someone until it was too late, and the words "excuse me," came out of both the pedestrians lips. Looking at the person she bumped into, she smiled slightly as the words, "George," came out of her lips.
"Well, Miyah, nice to see you again," the man beside her said. He was dressed in a low gray v-neck shirt, blue jeans, a brown leather jacket, brown converse to match, and a black and red scarf. "You're looking mighty fetching, today. Hot date later," asked George. Miyah had her favorite black and gold cross shirt on, light blue skinny jeans, black boots, black and gold jacket, and accessories to match.
Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, Miyah blushed and returned the compliment.
"So, where are you going on this gloomy day in Paris," George asked, a smile tugging on his lips.
"Ah, I'm going to school," she said, looking down at her shoes and taking a long drag from her cigarette.
"Really, where do you go?" Miyah didn't know how to answer that question since reveling magic to humans was a taboo, and she was about to tell him that she went to a made up prestigious school until he said, "no need to worry; I know you're a witch."
Shocked at him, she replied nonetheless which college she was going to. "L'mer Consacre College."
"You too? Awesome, we'll walk together," George said, offering his arm for her to grab onto, which she gratefully accepted.
"So, Mi – mind if I call you that – you look much different from the last time I saw you."
"That's fine, and that is because you saw me when I was having a lazy day."
"Well, good thing you're not being lazy today; I don't think L.M.C.C would let anyone in that had on sweat pants, a grey sweater, and their hair pulled back into a messy bun."
Shoving him in the side lightly, Miyah lightly laughed. "How did you know I was a witch," the question came out of pale pink lips before she could stop it. The question was eating her alive.
"I can tell by your aura," George said with a serious look.
"What?"
Laughter came out of the tall man beside her, "and your wand is poking out of your boot." Another what came out of the woman, who stopped and looked at her right shoe. "Shite," flew out of her lips as she saw he was correct. She was in such a hurry to get out of the apartment and to the school, she didn't tuck inside if her jeans. Tossing her finished cigarette into the street and bending down to fix the problem, she glared at the ginger who was still chuckling.
"Shut up, fucking ponce," she said, standing up and glaring at the ginger. Smiling at the brunette still, George straightened up, and started walking again.
"So, you still listening to your metal-tallica," asked George. Perking up at this question, Miyah forgot all about what had just happened and immediately jumped into the conversation.
"It's Metallica, George, and yes, I am."
They spent the next ten minutes getting reacquaint with each other and walking to the college. As soon as they got to the steps of the college, neither wanted to stop the conversation but the bell for class to begin started ringing.
"Welp, gotta go. Can't be late," said Miyah, and just as she was about to walk off to her Legilmancy class, George grabbed her small, pale arm. "Wait, you doing anything for lunch?"
"Ah," Miyah started off, looking down at her feet again. "No, no I'm not."
"Great, I'll meet you in the Court Yard," George said, planting a kiss on her cheek and walking off in the other direction of Miyah's own class.
That whole scene played in Miyah's mind over and over again, and the more she thought on it, the more she felt conflicted. She enjoyed George's company, really enjoyed it, and she loved the way he smiled after he cracks a joke. But what she didn't like? The fact that she sorta, maybe, possible have a crush on him and how he could never know her secrets; no one could. Her grandfather was an exception, but he only knew one of her secrets.
By the time lunch came around, she was at her wits end with her thoughts and couldn't wait for the moment she could drown herself in her music. Walking into the Court Yard, she glanced around at all the students and searched for George, and found him sitting underneath a Platanus tree with a bushy-haired brunette who seemed to be nagging him, and as soon as her eyes landed on George, he looked up and smiled at her.
Smiling back, Miyah walked the short distance to the two. "Hey there, Mi," George said, as said woman sat down in criss-cross fashion.
"Oh, this is the Mi-girl you were talking about earlier," stated the other brunette. "Hello, my name is Hermione," she said, holding out her hand to Miyah.
Shaking it hesitantly, Miyah looked away to gaze around the Court Yard. It was particularly lively today, as it was just Fall and the plants and trees were still in full bloom. Off to the left was a large fountain, water spewing out of a Cherub. To the right was picnic tables where the students could eat, work, and talk all at the same time.
"Mi. Miyah – hellooo," George said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"Huh, what," Miyah said, startled by the action.
"I asked if you wanted any food. Mum always makes too much for me to eat."
"Oh, no thanks," she said with a smile, but then her stomach betrayed her when the smell of a ham sandwich attacked her. Smiling at her, George handed her the sandwich. Great, ten extra minutes of crunches, Miyah thought with a sad look when she took a small bite from it.
She would have refused the sandwich entirely, but she knew it wouldn't work. All George had to do was smile at her and she'd agree to jumping out of an airplane.
"So, what are you studying, Miyah," asked Hermione.
"Oh," Miyah started out saying, as she took the distraction and set down the food on a paper bag, silently praying a horde of ants would come and eat her food. Swallowing her small bite, she told the other brunette she was studying Literature and hoped to be a Witch Author.
"That's awesome; I'm going into Medicine, and George is only here to learn more about handling a business," Hermione replied, looking at George near the end.
"Learn more," Miyah asked curiously.
"Yeah, have you ever heard of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," asked the brunette again.
"Yes."
"George's shop. He and Fred used to run it together until..." Hermione dragged out.
Curiosity got the best of Miyah and she wanted to know more, although she had a clue as to what it was due to the sad look in the gingers eyes, and asked, "until what," but before she could get her answer the bell to signal the end of lunch sounded and they all stood up to leave, Hermione being the first.
"George, wait," Miyah said, this time grabbing onto his arm. "I know what it's like to lose someone, someone you care for deeply."
Opening and closing his mouth, George didn't know what to say to her statement; he was thoroughly flabbergasted. Smiling, George got an idea. "Hold on," he said, offering his arm to her again.
Deciding to go along with since all the rest of her classes didn't hold any importance to her anymore, and with a crack of lightning, they landed in Diagon Alley.
"Have you ever been to Diagon Alley," asked George.
"Once, when I was a child, but I hardly remember anything from then."
"Well, then, stay close so you won't get lost."
After a couple twists and turns, Miyah was standing in front of George's Joke Shop in silent shock. "Don't just stand there, come inside," George said, holding the door open for her.
Quickly going into the store, Miyah was immediately lost, and turned to look at George.
"Oh, Patty-boy. You here," George hollered out into the store, and Miyah was silently grateful that the store was closed for the day.
"Yes'sir," a short boy answered back, coming out of a door behind the register.
"Pat, this is Miyah. Miyah, Pat," George quickly introduced, and the two of them exchanging quiet hellos.
Pat smiled when he looked at the woman named Miyah, and saw George led her into the many isles of the shop; George never brought anyone to the Joke Shop, nor had he smiled this much since the loss of Fred.
"Don't touch anything unless you don't mind the possibility of turning purple," George warned Miyah, smiling slightly at her. Agreeing with her own smile, Miyah let George lead her around the store, showing her the many products.
The tour ended in the room behind the register, with George showing her the up-and-coming products. Miyah was sitting on a table that had dozens of potion stains, but she didn't care in the slightest. She was having a great time with George. Looking at one of the shelves up against a wall, she saw a Wizarding photo of George and someone who looked just like him. Walking over and picking it up, she looked at the photo closely.
"This is him, isn't it? Fred," Miyah asked, looking away from the photo to George who was now leaning against the table she just sat on with his arms crossed and looking down. George answered her question with a slight nod.
Gently placing the photo back where it was, Miyah walked over to George and sat back down on the table.
"Remember when I said I know what it's like? To lose someone," Miyah started out, glancing at George when he turned to look at her and nodded once more. "I lost my parents," Miyah continued. "It happened when I was three. At the time we lived in Muggle England, and my parents were driving us to a fair that happened to be going on. My parents were having an 'I love you more' contest, and my dad didn't register the red stop light, and they were hit head on. I was in the back seat, unharmed saved for a few cuts and bruises. My dad died instantly, mum died a week later due to kidney failure."
By the time Miyah finished telling George, she had tears running down her face, and was silently wiping them away.
"Did you hear about the Battle of Hogwarts," George asked Miyah, who nodded.
"Me and my brother were there, fighting along side Harry, Ron, Hermione, and so many others. Me and my brother never were hurt unless we were apart. Fred parted from me, and when I insisted for him to stay close by, he didn't listen and ended up being... dying in an explosion. I can never forgive myself for letting him leave my side," George finished.
After a moment of silence, it was broken by Miyah who said, "it wasn't your fault, you know that, right? Fred went off on his own, wanting to help. If you went after him, you would be gone too."
"I know," George murmured.
"No, I don't think you do. I used to blame myself every day for my parents death. I was three, I could talk fairly well, I could have warned my father about the light. I used to think like that every day, until I realized that even if I did, it probably wouldn't have changed anything. The only thing that mattered in the end, was that they died loved. Loved by each other, loved by me. You love Fred, correct," asked Miyah.
"Of course."
"Then I think it's time to come to terms with it. Would Fred want you to be the moppy," asked Miyah again.
"No; he'd tell me to stop acting so selfish and get on with life."
"Don't you think it's time to do what he would have wanted?"
After a moment of thinking, George smiled and looked at Miyah. "Yeah."
Miyah smiled at George when he said this, "alright then. Want one," Miyah asked, pulling out another cigarette and handing it to him.
"First, there is no smoking in the store. Second, don't mind if I do," George said, with a smile, but instead of going for the cigarette he took her lips into his.
Going into shock just for a moment, Miyah kissed him back, dropping the cigarette to the floor and wrapping her arms and legs around George.
Starting it off chaste as to not scare Miyah away, George smiled and deepened the kiss when he felt her kiss him back and wrap herself around him. Licking the bottom her her pale lips, George dived inside her mouth with his tongue as soon as he was granted access, and met her tongue with his.
Eventually, air became important to the two and they had to break apart from each other, and George rested his forehead against hers, breathing in deeply to return air into their lungs.
"Mi, will you go out with me," asked George in a hoarse whisper.
"You know, normally a guy asks me out before they decide to eat my mouth," Miyah started with a smirk, and then smiled as she said, "but, I'll make an exception this time. Yes, George."
Smiling broadly, George attacked her lips again, going slower than last time, and then Miyah's cell phone went off, and she disconnected from him with a gasp.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I have to go, George," Miyah said, turning her alarm off.
"Go where?"
"Ah, work. I have to go to work."
"Want me to–"
"No, no. I got it," Miyah said as she jumped off the table and grabbed her jacket. Placing a quick kiss on his lips, she apparated away saying she'll see him tomorrow.
"What the fuck," George asked himself, staring where she just stood a moment ago.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Miyah exclaimed loudly, as she ran into the back of the club, hurrying to change.
"Miyah, you're late," an old man came out into the back said, looking Miyah up and down.
"I am so sorry Mr. Thompson," Miyah said, dragging out the 'o' in 'so'. "I got caught up in school."
"Well, if the club isn't as important as the school, than you can leave," the old man threatened.
"No sir, I need this job. I promise it won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't, or you're out. Lucky for you, you're hot in demand."
Sighing with relief as Thompson walked away, Miyah continued getting dressed in her attire for her routine tonight; black latex bustier and panties, completed with black buckle boots.
"So, where were you really," a blonde girl with a dazed look in her eyes asked.
"Hello to you as well Luna," Miyah replied, as she ran to one of the many mirrors to check on her hair and make up. "New boy-toy," Luna asked.
"I intend for this one to last," Miyah said, giving her self a once-over before leaving the back, and onto the stage to start her routine, hearing Luna reply with a low 'mhmm.'
Authors Note: asdfjkl; this chapter was seven pages long and took me four hours to write. Can I get a lot of love for this? My back is cramping up so bad! Anyways, if you would like to see the outfits for the story, check out my profile for the link to them. Hope everyone has a good day!
Also, if I can get five reviews (even a 'good job' or whatever) I'll have the next chapter upload tomorrow - technically today. I've already got more than half of it written!
Love, Aurelia. :]