I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER
Silence.
I was met with complete and utter silence.
What did I honestly expect? Hugs and kiss's? For my father Richard to come up to me, give me a pat on the back and say, "I've always wanted my daughter this stranger to be a lesbian?" Or my noxious mother Paula to suddenly abandon all her moral beliefs for her daughter an immoral sinner?
I was being mendacious thinking I would get any reaction other than pure and long lasting hate.
So why where tears silently streaming down my face as I packed my bags?
Why where my hands shaking uncontrollably?
'Most likely due to the fact that I'm fourteen and homeless', a small part of me mocked - as if my subconscious knew nothing other than my current reality was plausible.
I quickly pushed that voice away by repeating what Harry would say if he was here;
"Sad thoughts and doubts lead to nasty headaches and calming droughts."
Thinking about drinking those vile concoctions was enough to sometimes subside a panic attack.
'Your little anxiety rhyme won't help you now dyke', sneered my inner voice or was it perhaps my Mother Paula?
Disorientation. Great.
My hearts distinctive beats resounded through my ear canal which alongside my blurred vision caused me confusion to no end.
nonetheless I made my way down to my families home door, each step causing me more pain than I ever anticipated.
Finally my father Richard handed me an envelope with unknown contents, before I could inquire the door was promptly slammed in my face.
'Sure let's all forget about the last fourteen years and eight months', I thought vindictively.
Later on I would be surprised that my accidental magic didn't flair up and burn a hole though the door.
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Living in London had many perks like the rich cultural atmosphere and the endless shops but before that day I had never fully appreciated what good fortune it is was to live a couple streets away from Diagon Alley.
Why did I go to Diagon alley?
Simple, I needed to find a place to live at least until school starts.
I thought it would be to audacious to show up at my girlfriends door, not to mention she lives in France so I quickly ruled it out.
So with out much thought I jumped into the green flames of the fireplace knowing that I had to.
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"Hermione is that you?", identifying the speaker was the last thing I did before promptly fainting onto the hard pavement.
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SOOO, ANY THOUGHTS?