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Chapter 3:
Secrets Destory
I hadn't told anyone about what Dad was making me do; I wasn't sure whom to tell. How could I break the news to all my fans that I would not be returning after break, which happened to start in less than a week. The thought of all their hearts breaking messed me up a bit. How was the school going to function without its king? I ruled the school; I was the ruler- commander- of everything there. The Headmistress couldn't even touch what I had. I was the real deal, like usual. And as the breakfast went on, the thought of what happened between Amelia and me was pushed to the back of my mind until I barely even remembered who she was. Instead, I was too caught up on the idea of the school going into the dumps once I left. I had a legacy and I was going to have to abandon everything. Dad had no idea what he was doing to the school by taking me away from it. What pained me the most was that I couldn't do anything about it.
I sat slouched over my breakfast, and ate slow. The Quidditch match today, my last for the year probably, was going to be one of the hardest. I was going to have to tell my team, before the game about me leaving, and I would have to appoint a new captain. Freddie wanted it, I knew he did, but I felt as if he was barely good enough to be on the team. I ate my food slowly, chewing each piece of food up in rhythm to the voice that was talking in my head. My gut was telling me to pick Garret, a sixth year and an amazing Beater, but my heart was telling me to pick Freddie, he was my best mate and cousin after all. I was afraid I would have to go with my gut, because my brain told me to go that way as well.
"You all right, mate?" Freddie wondered with a mouth full of food.
I nodded once, not really hearing what he said.
"You sure? You don't look too well, James." Sean told me, as he got seconds on various foods.
"Y-Yeah," I coughed to clear my throat before continuing, "Yeah, perfectly fine. I am ready for this game today."
"So not even Amelia put you out of your game zone?" Sean asked with a grin.
"Hell no! Once James Potter is in his game zone, there is no way to get him out of it." Henry added, who was sitting next to Freddie and apparently listening on our conversation.
"He is only the most amazing Captain, and Quidditch player we have seen in ages." Hayley added with a small wink at me.
I gave her my legendary nod, and said, "Alright, alright. I am positive that we have concluded that I am the definition of bloody brilliant."
"We must add your name to the dictionary, Mr. Potter." Hayley smiled.
"Of course, I am only the god of Quidditch and everything fantastic." I smirked.
"I do believe there is one person better than you." Sean added.
"And who would that be? I must kill them, mustn't I?"
"You'd kill your best mate, man? Low." Sean joked.
I threw a biscuit at him, and nudged Freddie, "I must say, we must pop that terrible ego of his. If we let it get any bigger, he may injure himself, or others. We mustn't let him do that."
"He must know that we only let him hang out with us, because we feel sorry for him and his- you know- L-A-M-E-N-E-S-S." Freddie replied with a grin.
"Hey! That's rude!" Sean said with his mouth full with the biscuit I had just thrown at him.
"How do you know what they said? You don't know how to spell!" Henry laughed.
"I can so." Sean shot us with a glare.
"Now, now, dear friend of mine, the best way to deal with matters like these are admitting you have a problem." I said, as I lay a hand on his right shoulder.
He rolled his eyes at me.
"Yeah, I win. I am epic." I said with a sharp smirk.
"You are so egotistical, James Potter."
I grimace, as I turn around and see Dominique behind me. She had her arm crossed over her chest and a wicked glare on her face that reminded me of Grandma, when she was mad. That was never a pretty sight to see. Nothing was worse than Mum's howlers though. They were the worst things that someone could witness or live through. I thought I was going to die when I did receive one from her in third year, when I blew up half of the Potion Classroom. She didn't buy that it was an accident, she knew me too well.
"What do you want Dom?" I said with a sigh.
"For you to apologize to Amelia."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Go away."
"Make me."
"You are your mother's daughter."
"What is that supposed to mean?" She hissed at me.
"Aunt Fleur's a bitch, and you are, too." I said simply with a shrug.
"Mate, that's low. They are family." Freddie told me quietly.
"Well, that doesn't make me have to like them."
"But you know- we need family." Freddie said.
"I'd get along by myself perfectly. I don't need anyone." I said stubbornly.
"You can't just treat family this way, mate. C'mon. You don't actually mean that." Freddie looked at me in disbelief.
I looked over at Dominique for a moment. She had tears falling silently out of her bright crystal-like eyes, and she bit her lip. She was melodramatic. Anger boiled at me. Why wasn't Freddie taking my side, he always took my side. I felt like punching something. I shook my head, and gritted my teeth at Freddie, and Dom. Family sucked.
"Yes, yes I do." I glared at him, hoping that he would burst in flames. "Whose side are you on anyway? What game you playing at?"
"Maybe sending you off to Savage Springs is a good idea. I didn't think that it was at first, but these days I feel as if it is the best choice." Freddie stated.
Dominique let out a small gasp, and her eyes widened.
"Who told you about that?" I demanded.
Freddie paused for a moment, and looked at Dom, who gave him a slight nod. It was as if they were talking in a telephatic way. I looked around at my group of friends. They all seemed to be staring down at their plates. Hayley refused to make eye contact with me. She was the one person I had trusted to always tell me the truth, to always be there for me. Now, she was turning her back on me too? Suddenly, I felt like they all knew something that I didn't, and it wasn't a good thing.
"Tell me." I demanded. I cringed at the sound of my voice, which cracked as I talked.
More silence. I looked at everyone one more time, waiting for one of him or her to get the balls to explain to me what was going on. No one was giving any signs or clues except that it wasn't something good. I took a deep breath, and gulped out, "Please, tell me."
It felt odd saying please. I hadn't pronounced that word in years. I had thought that I had forgotten how to say it. I shut my eyes for a moment, before opening them and staring at Freddie, knowing that if one of them told me, it would be him. We had gone through so much together, we were born only a month a part. We had a trust system that made it impossible for him to not tell me.
However, the voice I heard was not the one that belonged to Freddie, or Dominique. It belonged to Molly, who sat three seats away from Sean. Suddenly, I realized that this conversation had gotten out of just my group of friends. The whole Great Hall had became oddly quiet. It wasn't a feeling I wanted to feel.
"We have been planning this since Summer Break."
"We?" I questioned.
"Sending you to Savage Springs wasn't just your parents' decision. They came to the family, and asked us." Rose added nervously.
"It was a family decision…" commented Louis.
"And a couple of friends' opinions…" added Sean quietly.
Suddenly, I found myself concentrating hard on the plate in front of me. I concentrated on the design, color, texture, and everything else I could conclude about it. I felt like I was going to throw up. Hot tears swelled up in my eyes, but I fiercely blinked them away, and I could feel my face pale into a ghost-like tint. They had betrayed me… all of them had betrayed me… my family… my friends… they were all planning against me. Never before had silence stung me so bad. Every second of it was though it was strangling me, and not feeling a bit of guilt about it. It was as though it was laughing and feeding off my torturing, my pain, and my hurt. Now that the truth had rung out like a thousand bells, I knew I had no one to turn to. I was alone, and I honestly believed that no one cared. They all just desperately wanted to send me off. Some kind of family we were.
"You probably wish you were a better boyfriend now, don't you." Amelia smirked. "You got what you deserved, Potter."
"When will you realize that I never gave a damn about you?" I asked, as I stood up.
"And you," I turned to face Freddie, "Thanks a million for being a good mate, and you too Sean. It really freaking means a lot." My words came out like venom. I didn't want to see their faces anymore. I didn't want to see anyone's face anymore. They were all bitches.
"And Hayley, I honestly felt like I could trust you. Apparently, I cannot do that, can I? You are all bitches." I shook my head, trying to fight the bundle of emotions that were trying to escape.
"Honestly, James, we only meant good. You need help." Hayley said with tear running down her cheek. It hurt me to see her cry, but I would get over it.
"I am guessing everyone in this school wants me to go? Huh?" I screamed and hit the table. "Were all the Professor behind this too? Wouldn't surprise me!" I turned to face them. "I never fancied any of you anyway!"
"Mr. Potter, you need to clam down." Professor McGonagall asked me, with a kind expression on her face that was so fake, I knew it was.
"Why should I calm down? Give me one good reason! Everyone I knew has- has betrayed me…" I shook my head, still not believing the truth.
"I repeat you need to come down, Mr. Potter. Fretting about this will only make matters worse." McGonagall warned him.
"Come on, mate, you are making a fool out of yourself." Freddie said.
"Don't you dare call me mate. You are not a friend." I yelled.
"James, listen to yourself! You need help. I bet you don't even know who you really are. I don't even know who you really are! Who you are right now is not my brother. If you stay this way, you won't ever have anyone. You don't want that…" Al had the guts to stand up.
"Shut the fuck up Al. Just shut up!"
"Language, Mr. Potter." McGonagall advised.
"I am not going to any Savage Springs. I am not going to stay here. I am not going to go home… ever." I said in a sickening, ugly tone of voice that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
"Where are you going to go then?" Al asked. "You have no where to go."
"Albus! James! I order this nonsense to stop. Al please sit down, you are making matters worse. James, dear, just sit down, enjoy the rest of breakfast, then go play the Quidditch, because we both know that's what is going to happen." McGonagall raced out to us. She lay a hand on my arm, and I yanked myself away from her.
"Don't touch me." I demanded. "I am done here."
My next actions even surprised myself. I began storming out of the Great Hall. I heard Professor McGonagall calling after me, but I ignored her. I just kept walking, and soon my pace turned into a run. I didn't run to my dorm, because I didn't have much time to escape. I knew they'd be notifying my parents in moments. Instead, I ran to the third floor corridor and jumped inside the old witch's statue, and found myself in the cellar of Honeydukes. Where I went from then was unknown. I made sure I made no sound at all. I hurried over to the ladder to escape. The next part was the most difficult part, but it wasn't something I hadn't done before.
I climber out of the cellar and into the main part of the store. I looked around, and analyzed the place before deciding my next move. The last thing I needed was to be caught. It would just mean even more problems that I didn't want to deal with. I tiptoed over to the door, and unlocked the door with the flick of my wand. I silenced the bells hanging from the door, and slipped out of the store. A fresh grin stretched on my face, as the cold December morning air nipped at my skin that was not covered. I walked in the shadows to make sure no one would spot me walking through the dead town at this hour in the morning.
Only one place came to my mind, when I thought about where to hide out. It was the Shrieking Shack, and I doubted that anyone would think I would go there. It wasn't the fanciest place to be at, but it would be enough for me. I'd rather be there than with everyone else. All those back-stabbers who pretended to be my friends, I hated their guts, and wished painful times upon them. I had no problem, and who were they to say I did. I was perfectly sane. Only insane people had problems, and I was definitely not insane.
"They are all just jealous… I am too awesome, that has to be it…" I mumbled to myself as I made the hike up to the Shrieking Shack. I wasn't positive if I believed it or not, I just said it to say it. I needed something to pick me up from this low, and with no one around, small comments had to do. The only bad thing was that small comments seemed to only make me even more numb.
I reached the fence that surrounded the Shrieking Shack, and simply climbed over it.
"Potter sticks the landing!" I laughed out loud to the waking sun and cerulean, endless sky.
I tried my best to push everything out of my mind, but it all kept returning and tearing me down. Every time I would say the same thing, about how I was too awesome for them. Each time it only healed the wound in heart for a little while. That little while was entirely too little.
The bright sun and the fresh air helped clear my mind a little bit. Instead of walking all the way to the shack, I found myself laying down in the uncut grass, and gazing up at the sky. I hadn't done this in what seemed like forever. Even though the light breeze was freezing me to the bone, I didn't mind being out here. The thought of missing the Quidditch match or the betrayal of my friends and family didn't cross my mind either. It was only nature, and me and I liked it… a lot.
I felt my eyes flutter shut, and my body drifting to s light slumber to the sound of the wind blowing through the weeds and tree branches. It was like an old tune someone used to sing to me. I could see its small silhouette, but details of them stay a mystery. A young girl's voice called my name. Her voice was sweet; it made me want to follow her. She stood calling my name in the shadows of an old Willow Tree. She urged me to follow her, to come to her, yet no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get myself closer to her. Something was pulling me away, keeping me from reaching her. I had to reach her. I had to see her.
"No James. You can't." A blurred voice told me. I looked up at the owner of the voice. I could see his or hers features perfectly. Bright emerald eyes that were protected by circular glasses, raven hair sticking up everywhere, I knew exactly who this figure was.
"Why can't I Dad?"
"It's time to go."
"But why?" My voice had raised to the tone it was before puberty. It was as though I was a child again, but I wasn't a child, I was sixteen.
"We have to get home."
"I. Hate. You." I breathed each word out like it was a dart aimed at Dad. I didn't know what he was doing to me, but I was pissed beyond saving. I wanted him dead, I wished Voldemolt had killed him years ago. I didn't want to see his face again.
I looked back over to where the girl stood, and I only saw blackness. The picture and light had faded away, and I was now standing in the middle of a black abyss of fear, rage, and hatred. Each emotion crept into my body, making me a volcano about to erupt. And I did. I just began screaming. I screamed into the blackness, I cursed everyone's name, even my own. Everyone deserved to die especially, Mum and Dad.
A piece of notebook paper appeared. It took up all of my vision. One message stung me harder than the betrayal from friends and family.
Forget and move on
Love has never and never will exist in this world of ours
And I did.
I awoke with a jump, and blinked a few times before I recalled where I was. I shook my head, and judged from the position of the sun in the sky that I had been asleep a while. The piece of notebook paper still showed up in remarkable detail in my mind, as if it was burning a hole in my brain. I didn't remember why, but I knew I had written it years back. Why was I just recalling it now? It made no sense to me, but I knew that it was my pact to never love a soul, for love doesn't existed.
I got to my feet, and stumbled up the rest of the way up to the shack. I had to get out of the cold, I thought I had frost bite thanks to my slumber. I opened the creaky door, and before I even had a chance to step inside the most unwanted voice rang in my ears.
"Good morning, son, I was expecting to see you here. You are a bit behind schedule, but at least you showed up, unlike the Quidditch match you are supposed to be at."
Note: I hope you all like it, and please excuse me if there is any grammar or spelling mistakes. I tried my hardest. I can honestly say that I did not expect this to turn out like this. I like it though, so I'm posting it.
