(AN)
I'm a little bit in love with the idea of the 'Next Gen' characters, James Sirius being one of my favorites, So I have a few stories about him currently (slowly) being written. This particular story, whilst not being my most favourite way of writing the Next Gen family dynamics and relationships, is a story I have wanted to write since having recently read a fanfic about James basically being a dropkick and his family hating him (James is to awesome to be portrayed as such!), I read it and thought 'NO! I MUST RECTIFY THIS!'
Haha yeah... so I'm a little attached to James and get quite defensive...
Anyhoo, give it a squiz, let me know what you think.
:) -SSMPP-
p.s. Its pretty short, but the next chapters will be much longer. This chapter is sorta just to get it started and whatnot...
-Chapter 1- Going home
For the first time in two and a half years, I was going home.
Home. Home. Home. It's one of those words that if you say it over and over again it sounds weird and you find yourself questioning if it's even a real word, or if you just made it up. Home.
I have no idea what to expect when I get there. I'm sitting here, surrounded by the life I was forced to build for myself, with Albus' letter in my hands, having read it for about the 56th time, second guessing my decision to return. But I know it's time. It's already been too long. We all should have resolved this two and a half years ago when it happened. But we didn't. I'm not saying that I'm not still angry. I am. Hurt as well, I think, and just about every other emotion possible. But I haven't seen my family for so long. I received a few letters a few months after the supposed 'incident.' My grandmother said I should just apologise, that she was sure we could work this out. My uncle said that if I ever showed my face again, he'd curse me into the next millennium. My cousin said she and the family hated me and never wanted to see me again. My little sister wrote me a year ago. She said that dad was worried and I should come, as it wasn't fair to him.
The 'incident' two and a half years ago? Wasn't me. No one believed me. And that stings. Stings like you wouldn't believe. I assume they still think it was me. That I'm 'hiding out' because I can't face them; You can bet your arse I don't want to see them, but it sure as hell isn't because I did anything wrong. God. I'm not sure what I'm doing. Going back there. What exactly do I think I'm going to be able to achieve? Really? In all honesty, I expect I'll have a door or two slammed in my face and few hexes thrown my way.
In the days after the 'incident' I worked out what truly happened. What the horrendous things my family thought I had done were, and I suppose they'd have cause to be angry, to hate me. But it wasn't me. And they hadn't even given me a chance.
So I'd started a new life. Where I wouldn't have to see them. Their doorsteps would have no need to be darkened. But now, apparently, was the time for me to go back.
I looked down at Al's letter and read it through one more time for good luck.
James,
So. Been a long time. Kinda' awkward really.
I'm sorry I haven't written before now. Nearly three years…better late than never?
Look, I don't care what happened. Actually, I don't even know what happened. I can't even remember it as I was unconscious for most of it. And I'm sorry I've been too stubborn to contact you. I should have come and found you myself. Honestly, though? I just thought you'd eventually come home anyway. I think most of us did. Three years. I guess not.
BUT...
I'M GETTING MARRIED!
See. Now you HAVE to come home. Engagement party is on May the 25th and I'm gonna be pissed if I have to hunt you down and drag you there myself. It's my party and I shall be too intoxicated to apparate. Ha.
See you then, then Bro.
It's been way too long. Please come home.
-Al
-P.s. You might wanna come home a few days before that. Give us all some time to…well…you know…talk or.. something.
My little brother wants me to come home, for his ENGAGEMENT party, no less. Bloody Fucking Hell. This was going to be interesting.
Sage came out of our bedroom, dragging her luggage behind her.
"James?" she said, gliding her fingertips over the back of my neck comfortingly. "Ready to go?"
I looked up at her and shook my head slowly.
"Not at all," I replied. "Let's go." Standing up and grabbing my own suitcase, I took my fiancés hand and we dissaperated.
Bloody Fucking Hell.
-end chapter 1-
(AN)
That's the first chapter. I'm a little unsure of this one, but I do have plans for the direction it's heading.
Hope you liked it, please comment and tell me what you thought.
If you have any ideas or suggestions, or anything you would like to see twisted in there, feel free to message me
and ill do my best :)
xox - SydneySwapperMPP
