Chapter Three
"I'm sorry miss; I can't let you see those records. Only a parent, guardian or any of the medical staff can see those files. So, unless you can get your mother to help you with this, then I'm sorry." The nurse said apologetically. I came to the hospital as soon as school had finished to discover the truth, but the nurses weren't helping me at all. I was becoming desperate. I really needed to see those files, even if I had to sneak in here later at night just to see them.
I chased after the nurse, determined to make her let me at least see them.
"Please! I really need to see those files. I want to know who my biological mother is. Please! Help me!" I pleaded, staring into her brown eyes hopefully. She was a middle-aged woman with warm brown eyes, greying hair and a short, stout body frame. Her face wrinkled as she started to break loose. She sighed, guiding me over to the other window.
"Okay, but only this once. What was your name again?" She asked, sifting through the files. I smiled happily and told her my name again. After awhile she pulled out a thin file with my name on it. She opened the file and began to read through it to herself. "Born July 7th 1980 at the base hospital, 5 pounds 8 ounces; the only daughter of Arya Dwyer-Fletchley. There you have it."
So it is true. Arya Dwyer-Fletchley is my biological mother. But why would mo- I mean, Vanora, deny it? What did she have against my real mother? Is my real mother even alive?
"I-is Arya Dwyer-Fletchley alive? Or is what my guardian said about her death true?" I asked, biting my lip. I didn't let myself hope, even if she was still alive. I doubt Vanora would let me go anywhere once she found out that I know about my real mother.
The nurse glanced back at the file, skimming through the other pages until she stopped at one. Her face seemed to go white as she read whatever was written. Eventually she looked up at me, her face pale. She shook her head slowly in response. "I'm sorry Alexia. I really am sorry about what happened to your mother."
I blinked. "What do you mean by that? What happened to her?"
She seemed wary, unsure about whether she should tell me or not. But she must have changed her mind because she came right out and said it. "She was murdered two months after you were born. I'm so sorry."
I stared at her, shocked by her announcement. My mother – my real mother – was murdered. She was murdered two months after giving birth to me. Why would someone do such a thing? Who would do something as horrible as that? One person came to mind...and I lived with her and called her mother.
"Are you okay, dear?" I slowly nodded my head and thanked her for the information, before heading home. I walked home slowly, not wanting to get there too fast and spend more time with that woman than I would have liked to. I would actually prefer to not go home, but all my belongings are there and I have nowhere else to go. I would most likely have to wait until I turn 18 and leave her and this godforsaken town forever, provided she doesn't kill me first.
The front door swung open as I took my first step into the yard, revealing a very angry looking Vanora. "Where have you been?"
I froze mid-step and stared at her in unease, my mind going blank. She narrowed her steely blue eyes at me as if daring me to lie to her. I gulped, taking a step forward toward her. "S-sorry; I took a trip to the library before coming home. I didn't mean to take so long, I swear."
"Don't lie to me! I know you weren't at the library. I saw you coming out of the hospital." I froze on the top step, still staring at her, but this time I was shocked. How did she know I had gone to the hospital when she looked as if she had just climbed out of bed? She was still wearing her silk pyjamas.
I blinked quickly, stepping around her and stepping into the house. "If you knew that already, than why did you ask?"
"I wanted to see what your pathetic excuse would be. You always give me pathetic excuses. It's all you are good for. It's what you are, a pathetic excuse for a human." She spat, making me cringe slightly. I didn't say anything in reply, instead choosing to escape to my bedroom. "Well, are you going to tell me why you were at the hospital or not?"
I shook my head. "No reason; I wanted some answers to something that has been on my mind for awhile. They told me. It's all good, don't worry. I'm not sick or anything."
"You didn't ask about that woman you mentioned the other day, did you? I told you she's no one." She glared at me, her blue eyes narrowing icily. I stepped into my room, making to shut the door.
"I didn't. You already told me who she was. Goodnight mother." I shut the door in her face and turned, sliding down to the floor. I heard her footsteps grow quieter as she walked away from my bedroom door.
How did she know I went to the hospital? She looked as if she had stayed home all day. Why did she want to know what I was asking the nurse? Why did she even care? The thought made me shiver as I climbed from the floor and got ready for bed. It was only six o'clock in the evening, but I was exhausted.
As I lay in bed, I thought about what the nurse said and what was in my real mother's journal. Vanora wasn't my mother and she was inherently evil, which gave me all the more reason to want to leave this town and Vanora forever. I could go to England to find my father and find out what this 'Hogwarts' is exactly.
Suddenly feeling restless, I got out of bed and went over to my closet. I pulled out my backpack and packed some clothes and the journal into it. I wasn't going to stay another day with her. I was going to leave whether she liked it or not.
