I was standing at the front of the school. In awe, the unthinkable has happened. I run through the crowd and gasp as tears spring to my eyes. Harry Potter the boy who lived has died. Voldemort was standing in the courtyard laughing and shooting curses at everyone. I could hear my name being called as I watched my life end, I closed my eyes to shield them from the blinding green flash.
I sat up in my bed sweating and panting. I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes as I remembered my dream. I leaned forward and placed my head in my hands and let the tears silently fall. It has been three weeks since the Battle of Hogwarts, and I have been staying at home. My parents are muggles and they have no way of understanding what I have been doing for the past year. When it all began my best friend, Hermione, taught me a spell to keep my family safe. Obliviate. Being the only muggle borns in the group, we knew that we had to send our parents away. We sent them to Australia, under the impression that they were best friends and decided to move away together. Neither pair remembered they had children. It was the first of many hard things I would have to do in my young life. I took a deep breath and got out of my bed to go down stairs for a drink. I held my wand in a defensive position as I moved down the stairs.
"This is my life now…Always on edge." I said to myself, once I made it downstairs. I moved past the liquor cabinet and stopped. I looked at the amber liquid filling the bottles. I shook my head and grabbed the bottle closest to me, and made my way back to my room.
Soon I was laying on my bed with my legs hanging over the edge and the bottle being held loosely in my hand. I wish I was back at the Burrow with my friends. I soon felt tears prick up in my eyes. I would be going back soon but not for the reasons I would like. I would be going for a funeral. I soon felt the tears freely falling from my eyes and I started to get angry. I am seventeen. I shouldn't have to live with these memories, and I shouldn't have to do it alone. I looked over to the clock on my nightstand to see that it was about three o'clock in the morning, I couldn't wait any longer. I couldn't stay in this house to stew alone in depression and liquor. I quickly jumped up and with the effect of the whiskey starting to show, I stumbled and swayed. With a little laugh I started to pack my trunk. I threw in everything that I needed for my life in the wizarding world. I knew that I couldn't return to a life that new nothing of the war or the lives that have been lost. I soon had my Hogwarts trunk packed with some clothes, books, a few non-moving picture of my family and etc. I soon was standing dressed for apperating, wand in my right hand at the ready, and the bottle in the other as I had forgotten that I was holding it. I quickly sent my bag ahead of me to the Burrow, and wrote a note to my parents explaining everything to them. I said I would send an owl to let them know I was safe and that I loved them. I closed my eyes and thought of the one place I wanted to be. There was the pull to my stomach that came with apperating and the weightless chaos too.
"Kirsten!" a voice yelled as I laid on my back laughing from falling from my journey. I'm guessing how the muggle have a law on drinking and driving the Ministry has one for apperating. The voice was moving closer as I just laid there and laughed. "Bloody hell. What happened to you?" I looked up to see an upside down Ron. There were dark circles under his eyes and a worried look in them.
"Won-Won!" I said with a laugh and then groped the ground looking for the bottle, only to slam my hand right on to a piece of glass. "Shit!" The pain pulled me out of my drunken stupor. I sat up quickly and soon meet with the grass again as my head spun sending me back down. "Im sorry. Im sorry. I shouldn't be here. Ill be going."
"Shut up and get inside. Your trunk was already brought in." I was lifted effortlessly by Ron and he carried me inside. "Im going to make you some coffee and you are going to tell me what the hell is going on."
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I was sitting on the Weasley's couch with my head in my right hand as the left held my coffee. Ron was pacing the ground in front of me, his whole body showed anger. I closed my eyes for a moment only to be met with a green flash. I jerked up and shuttered.
"Ron. Will you stop pacing you are going to wear a hole in the floor and your mother will throw a fit. It won't matter that your the favorite."
"Kirsten, will you stop with the jokes? You show up here at three in the morning drunk and spewing out idiotic ideas." He looked at me with a stern face that was only masking the feeling of worry. Worry that what I was saying was true. Not for what it would mean to him but it would do to me.
"Ron! I'm not lying! It's my fault. And I'll have to live with it. I thought coming here would make it easier, but it didn't. Only reminds me of what I did, or what I didn't do." I placed my mug on the table and stood up. I waved slightly but remained on my feet. "I am going to.." I thought for a moment of where I would go. I knew that I wouldn't go back home but other than the Burrow I had no home. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to Ron's face.
"You are going to stay here. You are going to sleep and then you are going to stay with us. Now you will have to take the couch since, Harry and I are in George and…" His voice broke for a second and then he took a deep breath. "And Hermione is in mine. Now get some rest. Everyone will be excited when they know you are here." With that he kissed the top of my head and walked up stairs. I smiled and laid down, I had my eyes closed for a span of two minutes when I was pulled into a dream. No a memory.
I was running though the halls, there was rubble and bodies scattered about. I was throwing a curse at a near by death eater when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly spun, a curse on my lips and wand held high when I noticed who had grabbed my shoulder.
"Fred! You scared the crap out of me! Where is George?" Fred was just laughing his head off as he tried to talk to me.
"You-should-of-seen-your-face!" He was gasping out the words as he laughed. I leaned over and slapped him on the shoulder.
"This isn't the time for this!" I smiled even though I was trying to act stern. Even in a moment of great pain and trouble this boy could still laugh. I was about to ask again where George was when I heard a manic laughter that sent a chill through my body. I quickly turn to see Bellatrix running towards us, as she threw curses at anything that moved. Green was flashing everywhere but suddenly stopped as she was a few feet from us. She had a wild smile on her face and was her breath was heaving.
"Oh looky here. We have a Blood-Traitor and a Mudblood! My two favorite hunting targets. And what makes it even better is that they are friends of Itty Bitty Baby…Potter." Her face turned dark as she raised her wand. "The right to kill him might be reserved for the Dark Lord himself, I am still able to cause him pain." A sick smile crossed her face as I raised my wand, ready to do what I needed to end her. But before I could do anything she sent a curse at me that brought me to my knees. "CRUICO!" I let out a scream as my body felt as if it was being torn apart and burned at the same time. I could faintly hear Fred yelling something at her when suddenly the pain started to fade. "You DARE to try and curse me? To use my curse against me? Well little Weasley boy, to get that spell you need to mean it. And it looks like that girls pain isn't enough reason for you. I'll teach you." I opened my eyes right as Bellatrix raised her wand, and I heard Fred shout behind me. She was hit with the red spell. She let out a scream and fell to one knee. Fred was panting next to me as he let go of the spell and grabbed me to pull me off the ground.
"Kirsten, Come on we have…" Fred's eyes lost the laughing glitter that they always hold no matter the dire situation, and was replaced with the reflection of green light.
I woke up with someone shaking me out of my dream. I was crying and screaming his name. "FRED. NO, Please…NO!" I was blinded by the haunting look of his eyes as the laughter left. I finally opened my eyes to see him standing over me shaking me.
"Kirsten wake up! It's only a dream." No this isn't possible.
"No…No…NO! I watched her kill you…she killed you while you were trying to save me." I was staring up at this man with tears streaming down my face. I closed my eyes and cradled my head in my hands. "Its all my fault. If I had been better. If I had been quicker. Please forgive me…Please…" I chanted it over and over again. I was pulled into the mans arms.
"Kirsten. Shh, sweetheart. I'm George. Shh." When I heard him say his name I quickly pulled away. I let my eyes scan the worried face that was looking at me. Same eyes with the laughing glitter but only one ear. I quickly pulled away and started my way to the door.
"I'm sorry. I-I need some air." I grabbed a blanket and wrapped around my shoulders as I made my way outside. I could hear someone calling my name but I just kept walking.
I soon found myself sitting underneath a tree out in the Weasley's orchard. I held my wand in my hand and a vial in the other. I closed my eye and placed the tip of the wand to my temple to extract the memory that haunts me. I knew this was the only way I could get the family to believe me. To show them that it was my fault.
"Trying to shed the memories aren't we?" I jumped and quickly removed my wand from my temple. My jaw dropped as I saw who was standing in front of me.