Chapter 7 for Tempest! Enkoy and tell me what you think!
Author's note: Yesterday Tempest had loads of hits and this makes so happy! And even more eager to write! Btw, remember that if you want to see pics of how I imagined the characters, you can find them on my profile.
Lily held the tiny piece of paper in her hand. She was shaking. Was it actually possible for him not to want her to come? After all that happened in the dark forest...But then, she speculated, when she spoke about the party he had a sad look on his face. She really didn't get this... The boy could be so unreadable. So mysterious. Stepping on and backing out. Over and over. He really did have a tempest raging in his soul and it had been like that ever since she could remember: six years before, Platform 9 and ¾. Their first meeting. Only she didn't know she'd be a part of that tempest back then.
" Lily! For Merlin's sake, come down!" her mother yelled.
"Coming!" she put the paper in her pocket and run down the stairs.
" Finally," Rose spat. Hermione glared at her.
The family had dinner. Molly Weasley didn't disappoint and cooked delicacies of every kind. More than enough for the whole family. As usual Lily and Albus ate little. No big eaters those two. That was another thing neither of them could stand: eating at the Weasley's. They obliged out of courtesy but weren't really into it.
After supper, they all sat down and talked. Lily kept on staring at the wall touching obsessively the piece of paper in her pocket. She was nervous but tried not to show it. Uncle Ron looked at her.
" Oy, Lily... an owl arrived earlier. I don't know whose the message is but I think it was for you. 'Mione, do you mind go getting it?"
" Sure Ronald." she looked positively stressed. When she came back she held a letter in her hand. " It's from Oswald... McLaggen!" Lily blushed. Now the questions would start.
" Any relation to Cormac?"
" It's his son," commented James.
" I can't really read the addressee though. It reads: to 'something unreadable' Potter. The name could be Lily though..."
Everyone was now watching her. " Let me see, aunt. It must be a mistake. Oswald doesn't know Lily well. But it's a good friend of mine." said Albus. Lily sighed. She had been saved. Saved from the Weasleys' gnawing curiosity. Hermione gave Albus the letter. He opened it and smirked. " Yeah, it's for me..."
" I didn't know you knew Os!" said James bewildered. Lily glared at him. " Why, yes. As Al said, they are very close."
" Oh, well..." he must have understood because he didn't speak again. The family lost interest in the thing and went back to their affairs. " Thanks..." she whispered to her brother.
" Hmmm. I like the content of this letter. So-oh-very romantic."
" Thanks for your smirking party," she grumbled.
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When they all finally retired to their rooms, Lily had finally chance to read the letter.
Dear Lily,
Sorry for writing during the holidays but I didn't get a chance to actually speak with you after the ball. I never really talked with you seriously before that evening so I couldn't have known what an exceptional witch you are. You kind of shine and possess talents well beyond a fourth year. Having been at Hogwarts for 6 years, I can reasonably say I've never met someone like you.
I hope we can share more moments like those at the ball... see you at the Malfoy party?
Love
Oswald.
The party. Her heart froze. She didn't know if she would go to the party. She longed to meet Scorpius and maybe (she could hardly admit that to herself) even Oswald. But she wasn't sure this time the longing would conquer the fright. She was scared of seeing. Seeing what Scorpius didn't want her to see. There was obviously something stirring in the cauldron. Was it a dark secret? Was it a shameful one? A silly one? Or, and this was what frightened her the most, maybe he didn't want her. He had used her like he had other girls and was just boring out. She highly doubted the other girls had been so little used as she had been though.
" Didn't you like the letter? Or is it the thing Malfoy slipped into your pocket at King's Cross?" Albus interrupted her thoughts. She frowned.
" How did you know? I mean, do you have spies or something after me? How is it possible for you to know everything? It clearly isn't normal, is it?" she sharply replied.
" No spies. I work on my own. What do you always say? We share a bond. We understand each others feelings. I happen to be incredibly... sensitive when it comes to you. I notice more than I should. And wish. Now answer the question. Is Malfoy bothering you?"
" He told me not to go to the party."
" Really? Let me read." she gave the message to him. " Lils, what happened between you two?"
" I am most certainly not telling you."
" Come on, I don't want sordid details. I am not really interested. But you're my sister and I care."
" We... kissed."
" Just that? You're not in... a relationship?"
" No! We are NOT."
" Ok. Just once or more?"
" More. You didn't want to know sordid details, right?"
" Well, he sure likes to keep an eye on you too much... for having kissed you more than once."
" But I don't understand why he doesn't want me to come..."
" Well, the only way to find out is to go, isn't it? But maybe I'm wrong... Who knows?" he smirked and wished her goodnight.
Albus liked to speak in riddles but they left her completely lost and confused. To go or... not to go? After the dilemma hammered in her brains for about 100 times, she fell asleep. She just remembered waking up in the middle of the night. The light was on and her brother was writing on a black diary. The image was blurred and she fell back into slumber. Maybe it was just a dream, right?
