A/N This is my first fic, so please don't flame, but constructive criticism is more than welcome. This is not a one-shot. I still need a beta, if anyone would like to be my beta, please contact me. Even if all I get is bad reviews, I will still continue writing.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything except the plot, Sophie, Tasha, and Sophie's Mother.
POV- Sophie James
5th Year
Gryffindor
I looked outside, watching the rain pound down on the Common Room windows, refusing to let up. The weather reflected exactly how I felt. Miserable. There was no other word for it, in fact miserable was kind of an understatement. Last year I was on top of the world, but now I feel that I have nothing left at all.
It was the night before my birthday. Although I was not talking, laughing, or even smiling, I was happier than I had been for a long time. Tomorrow my best friend, Tasha would be coming to visit me.
I had known her since 1st year. We had met while on the Hogwarts Express. Since then, we have been best friends. When my mother died when I was 12, my father ran away to America. Tasha was the closest thing I had to family. A year later, she found out that she was moving and she would be attending Beauxbatons. We were both heartbroken, but we promised to keep in touch. We owled each other at least once a week. We never missed each other's birthdays.
She would be arriving by floo powder. I couldn't wait to see her.
I was sitting by the fire, attempting to make a dent in my homework, when I saw something that made me stop. No one was laughing or joking around, no one was yelling or making a commotion. Something was wrong, I could feel it. People were talking in whispers, huddled together.
The portrait of the Fat Lady opened, and in stepped Professor Dumbledore. He did not look angry, yet the twinkle in his eyes was gone. He looked older than ever. The moment he stepped into the common room, it went quiet. The silence pressed against your ears, the tension was palpable. Nobody spoke for a while, everyone just stood there staring at Professor Dumbledore. And Professor Dumbledore stared, at me. Then, with a great sigh, Professor Dumbledore said, "Ms. James, would you come with me?"
I just sat there for a moment, willing myself to get up. I didn't know why, but I didn't want to find out what Professor Dumbledore had to say. After another moment of eerie silence, Professor Dumbledore said, "Ms. James?" It seemed to take all of my strength and will power to get up and walk to Professor Dumbledore.
I followed Professor Dumbledore out of the portrait. We walked down the corridors in silence, our footsteps echoing off the walls. When we reached the stone gargoyle, Professor Dumbledore merely waved his hand, without giving the password. None the less, the gargoyle jumped aside, revealing the moving staircase that led to his office.
I stepped into the office after Professor Dumbledore, he told me to have a seat. I chose an armchair farthest from Dumbledore's desk and closest to the fire. Professor Dumbledore did not sit down, but paced around the room. There was silence for a moment, then Professor Dumbledore said, "There has been an accident." He did not have to say any more. I knew what this meant. I could see the sadness in his clear blue eyes. My best friend was dead.
For a moment nothing happened. I watched the fire make dancing shadows on the wall. It was a while before it finally sank in. I would never be able to see her again. I would never hear her voice or her laugh that seemed to light the whole room. I used to live for the moments that I got to see her. But now there was no reason to live, I would never be happy again.
My heart was beating faster and faster, the room was spinning, I felt sick, I wanted to scream, and then everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a blinding, bright light. I snapped my eyes shut. The next time I opened my eyes, the light was not so bright. I looked around and saw that I was in the Hospital Wing. It must have been a dream, I thought.
But when Professor Dumbledore entered and I saw the look in his eyes, I knew it couldn't have been any more real. "How are you feeling? Madam Pomfrey says that you are just in shock." Professor Dumbledore said quietly. "I-I-I'm-f-fine," I managed to stammer. This, of course, was a total lie. I was not fine. I was shaking, my head ached, I wanted to do something. Cry, scream, run and never look back.
"You are probably wondering why I care so much about you. Why I told you the news personally, why I am even here now. The truth is, I was a friend of your mother's. I promised her that if anything happened to her, that I would take care of you. I have watched you, from the moment you set foot inside this castle," Professor Dumbledore said, without looking up. "You have a talent for magic. I have no doubt that if you put your troubles behind you, that you will grow to be a great witch. I know it is not easy, you have been though a lot more than most witches your age, but you must try to move on, " he continued.
"How do I know that you are special? I have watched you over the years. When you do magic, a light flares up inside of you. I can see it in your eyes. The same thing happens only two other times. When you are with Tasha and when you dance." Professor Dumbledore stated.
My head snapped up. How did he knew I danced? Surely he hasn't been spying on me. Maybe he went to one of my performances over the summer. I had started ballet at a muggle dancing school when I was 3. I have danced in about 3 performances a year since then. I loved dance. Whenever I dance, I feel like I could fly. I dance all my worries and troubles away. Dancing was the only thing I had left, my mom was gone, my dad was gone, and now Tasha was gone.
A/N So, did you like it? Please R&R.