A/N: OKay i'm soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry that i didn't update like i said i would but shit came up and so i couldn't finish the chapters that and my idea's make the chapters really long (well for me not really but with all i have going on yeah good luck with that.)
sooooooooooooooo yeah. but i should get around to updating all my stories before friday unless more shit happens then i might have to post pone that but hopefully by tomorrow or friday
Disclaimer: i have never published a book or done anything really so how can i own harry potter.
I don't own harry potter or nancy drew or anything else i forgot to mention just my plot and my character.
I sat next to Oliver as we boarded the train to head home for the Christmas holiday. He was telling me all about what he wanted for Christmas and how he couldn't wait to see his cousin Jonathan who played on minor league Quidditch team.
"So what are you doing for Christmas?" he asked snapping me out of my trance.
"My dad and I usually decorate the tree together, then we cook dinner then in the morning we open presents and lounge around for the day." I said ending it with a shrug.
"Where's your mom?" he asked and my breathing caught short, I wondered if I should lie or tell the truth I took a deep breath and spoke.
"She's…dead" I said not looking him in the face, I had seen enough pity faces to last a lifetime and I couldn't bare to see one more.
"Well…that sucks." He said matter of factly I looked at him oddly then started to laugh. It was so nice not to have someone pity me and think that I was about to cry at any minute at first after mom died that was okay I was so in shock and hysterical I welcomed it, but later on when the emotions turned bitter, the hate for those looks grew.
"Thanks Oliver," I said as my laughs subsided. For the rest of the trip we talked about more light-hearted subjects like Quidditch and what we wanted for Christmas. When we got back to the station, there were many families standing there my dad wasn't there I had a feeling he was outside the barrier. I followed Oliver off the train and into the crowd.
"Bye saffron!" He called out as he ran over to a couple who embraced him asking him questions and quickly they vanished. I lowered my hand that I had waved to him with and dragging my trunk along I walked through the barrier scanning the crowd for my dad. I saw him waving to me over behind some people my face lit up when I noticed him. Running over to him (as fast as I can with a giant trunk with me) I gave him a long hug, soaking in the smell of his cologne.
"I missed you." He said as we parted. I nodded I had missed him to. He quickly picked up my trunk and we headed for his car as I blabbered on about everything and how great it was there.
"So was it so great you forgot about you old dad here?" he said teasingly but I stopped smiling instantaneously.
"You know I could never forget about you dad." I said and he nodded chuckling.
"I know."
When we got home that Christmas Eve we decorated the tree stringing up all the ornaments until it looked like the tree was going to collapse under their weight. And for the rest of the night we just sat on the coach in our pajama's and listened to Christmas carols. I told him about Hogwarts, and Oliver and Halloween and the paintings and how pictures moved. He just soaked it in sometimes commenting and asking a few questions but mostly he just listened. And I couldn't be happier.
The next three days were like that just relaxing and enjoying each others company.
I woke up at seven the next morning to the crack of dawn peaking through the clouds. I quickly scrambled out of bed and down the steps to see that dad was already up and drinking a cup of coffee on the coach.
"Merry Christmas Dad!" I said happily he nodded smiling.
"Merry Christmas Saffron." He said taking a sip of the coffee. "You going to open your presents?" I laughed at the statement seeing that there were about fifteen presents under the tree.
"Of coarse dad as long as you open yours!" I said and started to dig through them trying to find dad's that I had put under there last night. Finally I found it then picked up one of the ten presents for me and handed him his and sat down with mine.
"That one's from me dad." I said. I had saved for a long time to get that because I didn't get much money for myself it took a long time to get that much but I think it was worth it. He smiled and started to carefully tear the paper. Until all that was left was a book.
"You didn't!" he exclaimed turning the book over and flipping quickly through the pages. I had gotten him a history book that he had been looking at for a while because he loved history. I did to but I knew he would let me borrow it to read before I went back to school.
"Your Welcome. My turn?" I asked looking down at the rectangle on my lap. I had a feeling that it was a book but I didn't exactly know which one I loved books and so it really could be any number of books. I tore it frantically open, and what was underneath made me gasp in delight.
"Yes!" I screamed as I looked at the yellow book in my hands. I was the only missing book in my Nancy drew collection of books. Mom had loved Nancy drew and had given me her books before she passed away and this was the last one I needed but I couldn't get it because I had spent my money on dad's gift. Underneath it was twenty-five dollars. I knew exactly what I was going to do with this, I was going to go to the used bookstore down the street and get some of the books that I wanted. Quickly I got up and hugged him.
We spent the morning opening and looking through our various presents from the rest of the family. About three in the afternoon I asked if we could go to the used bookstore so that's why I was bundled up from the cold walking down the street with dad. Suddenly dad was on the ground I screamed a bit and people started to take notice.
"Dad!" I said but he wasn't responding. "Dad!" I said I could hear the growing crowd muttering and whispering to each other. Why weren't they doing anything! I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see an older women there.
"I called the hospital there coming now." She said and I nodded thanking her. I could hear the sirens getting closer and closer.
I don't remember much about the next day or so but weirdly enough I do remember names. Alice, Jim, Cheyenne, Abigail, Joseph, lee…etc. I remember winding up in my dad's room the next day I had spent the night at Mrs. Penne who lived next door.
"I can stay home from Hogwarts." I said trying, looking at him he shook his head he had, had a heart attack it was rare this young but not completely out of the ordinary. But since they had caught it so quickly not to much was wrong with him he sometimes forgets things now more then he used to but nothing else.
"No. your going and that's final…I already called Robert to come and take care of me while your at boarding school." He said, I knew Uncle Robert would take especially good care of him. But I felt guiltily about going while he's here.
"When you come back I will be at home by then and almost back to normal, but don't let this interfere with your education." He said and I nodded my eyes downcast. "Robert will arrive tomorrow he will drop you off at the kings cross and I trust you can find the train." He said and I nodded knowing full well I couldn't tell Robert about Hogwarts. The visiting hours were ending and I had to leave tears welled up knowing that I wouldn't see him until the end of June.
"I love you dad." I said as I Mrs. Penne stood in the door waiting for me to leave so she could take me to my house to pack.
"Love you to my little flower." And with and small hug I left with Mrs. Penne so I could leave for my house when we got there I told her that she could wait in the living room and I would just be a minute or two. I quickly repacked all the books that I had used for my homework then hauled the trunk down the steps and to Mrs. Penne's car which we then parked in her garage and we walked into her house. I set my stuff down in the guest bedroom and after changing into my pajama's fell into a fitful sleep.