Story: Of Flowers and Emerald Eyes. And as I lovingly call it, Flem.
Chapter Eight: Secrets
Authors Note: Wotcher! Sorry it's been forever since I've updated but I've been sick, busy, busier, school, planning a wedding, ect. So without further ado here be the next installment of Flem, chapter eight entitled Secrets.
Playlist: Secrets ~ One Republic.
Chapter 8: Secrets
"Heather!" I heard a screech from below me in the entry hall. I sighed and pushed a stray hair that had fallen in my face back. "Get your freak face down here right this bloody instant!"
"Coming mother!" I called stashing my broom in the cupboard next to me. I wonder what the bloody damn harpy wanted. This had to be the worst summer of my life, my very own personal hell where I was tormented daily for being whom or in their opinion, what I am. I sighed heavily and scuffled down the upstairs hallway to the grand main staircase. I felt marble under my bare feet as I hurried down the stairs and into the entry way where my mother was still screaming like a lunatic. My stomach dropped at the sight that I be held in the entry way. Next to the ornate grandfather clock that was once my father's, stood a smiling Mr. Potter. To his left was Mr. Weasley Rose's father who had a look of panic etched onto his face, probably due to the fact that my mother was still screaming like a nut case. In front of Mr. Potter was James who looked equally as horrified by my mother's reaction to them as Mr. Weasley did. I sighed. Great. Just freaking great. Now I was going to have to explain to James why my psycho mother was screaming and shouting and calling me names no normal parent would dare to call their children.
"Yes?" I asked her my eye twitching.
She turned to me with a murderous gaze. I swallowed heavily and looked down at my feet.
"How DARE you invite people like you here?" she bellowed at me. "It's a burden enough already to have you, but oh no! You go and make friends with more freaks!"
"I'm sorry mother."
"Sorry does not cut it Heather Kathleen Winchester! You had better be thanking you're lucky stars that the Lord was not here to witness this!" she screeched at me before stomping up to me and back handing me harshly and marching away. "Leave! And don't bother coming back until next summer!."
I felt waves of humiliation wash over me. She was kicking me out? What the hell was I supposed to do! I kept my gaze permanently on the black and white marble floors below me. I hated her, and I hated me. I hated every god damned thing! It wasn't fair! What had I done to ever deserve this? From my mother no less? I felt with rage, tears begin to leak from my eyelids and trail they're way down my cheeks.
"Flower?" I heard James prompt me. A second later I felt him lift my head up by my chin. "Are you ok?"
I shook my head lightly before looking up to see that both Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley had come closer to me and were both looking on worriedly. I felt humiliation once more wash over me.
"No." I sighed. "What did you guys need?"
"We came to see if you'd like to come and spend the rest of the summer at our place." Mr. Potter told me with a smile. "And it looks like whether you say yes or not, you will be staying the summer out with us."
"Ok." I sighed.
"Flower." James said. "Your nose is bleeding."
I reached up to my nose only to find that he was correct, it was bleeding.
"Aww don't fret there kiddo." Mr. Weasley said before walking forward and producing a wand. "Espiskey."
With a snap I felt the bone of my nose twitch and the blood to disappear from my face.
I looked up at him and smiled.
"Thank you. Um can you not mention this to anyone." I pleaded with the three of them. "It's rather humiliating to be honest."
"You mean you don't want Albus to know." James stated with a slight dip of his head and an 'are you kidding me' look. "And why? Because he's going to be mad about how you lied to us and told us you were going to be doing lots of fun family things this summer when in reality it looks like that crazed harpy had you cleaning on your hands and feet?"
"Well if you put it that way James." I narrowed my eyes. "Yes. And it's humiliating!"
"Don't worry Heather dear, we won't tell Albus." Mr. Potter told me softly. "And neither will James."
"Who says I won't?" James demanded his father. "If my best friend was lying to me about her crazy family that hates her because she's freaking different I'd want to know!"
"James Sirius Potter, do not raise your voice with me." Mr. Potter thundered at him. "If she wishes you to not tell Albus or anyone else do so. Is she not your friend as well?"
He grumbled before sighing and pulling me into a large hug.
"I won't tell. But damnit Flower! How can you deal with this?"
"Well in all honesty they've never really liked me anyway. Finding out that I was a witch was just the icing on top of the cake for them."
"Well you're going to come home with us and have a happy rest of the summer. Now where is all of your stuff?"
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It was raining something fierce. But summers in England often were rainy, but I loved that about England. And even though we couldn't go out and fly around and play Quidditch, it was ok to me because I could sit on the camp bed I was using and listen to the pounding and rattling of rain on the rooftop. I sighed in content. I was thankful to the Potters for letting me be here for the rest of the summer. I don't know how I would handle cleaning toilets and scrubbing the floors with a tooth brush. Or listen to my sister prattle on about how she was the favorite and I wasn't, hence the tooth brushes. And then theres the added bonus of not having to hear my mother scream obscenities at me or have to endure while the lord sent glares after glares at me. My life wasn't fair, but then what in life ever was fair? Nothing. There was nothing fair about life, you just are expected to deal with it. If life were fair my father would still be alive and I wouldn't have to deal with my family ever. But right now I shouldn't have anything to complain about. Here I was warm, safe and wanted. Something I couldn't find at home, but I found here.
I was reading my second year charms text. It was actually quite interesting. I couldn't wait to be at school so I could practice some of the charms I was learning. I sighed and dropped the book down on the camp bed and looked up at the ceiling. There were stars painted on the ceiling that twinkled by magic. I don't understand how people can hate magic, its amazing. There are so many things to learn, so many things uncharted. It was like an epic adventure just waiting to be explored. I sighed and closed my eyes and focused in on the rain pitter pattering on the window. It was oddly comforting to me, and before I knew what had hit me, I was dreaming. The familiar sight of the white nothing around me appeared, with the green everything. The grass was knee high as I walked slowly through it towards the weeping willow. Purple flowers were scattered about all around me, swaying in the gentle breeze. I smiled and looked up above me to see the cresent moon swimming in the blue sky with the large sun dripping golden rays down. If this were to be my own personal heaven it would be. There was a swing hanging from one of the large branches of the willow. With a new found glee I skipped over through the grass and purple flowers and sat down and began to swing.
The world I was in flew by me in tandem as I swung on. I looked down to see that I was again wearing the white dress, and like last time, I was older.
"Hello Princess." A voice behind me spoke. I quickly slowed the swing to a stop and looked to where the voice was coming from. There a few feet behind me was a large white unicorn. I sat there looking at the Unicorn for what seemed a year before it spoke again. "My name is Sephera."
"I…" I faltered standing up. Slowly I walked closer to this beautiful mythical creature in my midst's. "Your so beautiful."
If it were possible for unicorns could smile, I would swear everything that this unicorn just did so. I stepped forward once more and was standing right there in front of her, and somehow I knew it was female.
"Thank you Princess." Sephera nodded her head to me. "As are you."
"Why do you call me that?" I asked her with a tilt of my head. "I am no Princess, just a normal girl."
"Oh but you are not. You are so much more."
"But how?"
"That is not today's lesson Princess. I have come to deliver you a message."
"A message?" I asked in confusion. "What kind of a message."
"Find peace in the moments you have, and hold tight to what you hold dear."
"I'm confused." I told her "What do you mean?"
"You will have to figure that out for your own."
"I find these dreams weird. Often I wonder if I'm just crazy."
"Your not, your special."
"But how am I special? There is nothing great or extraordinary about me."
"There Is, you just have yet to find it out yet."
"Then how come you just don't tell me?"
"Because you are still young. And you need to treasure life while its yours, because you don't know when that life is gone."
"Huh?" I asked her tilting my head to the side. "Am I going to die?"
"I never said that dear. Only that you need to treasure the good moments."
"Ok." I sighed looking up into the sky. "I guess that makes sense."
"I does. And it will." she again smiled with her beautiful cerulean eyes. "But for now, it is time for you to awaken."
"Flower wake up!" someone was shaking me. "You've been out for well over three hours Flower, wake your but up."
My eyelids flipped back to take in the world around me. The real world and not some odd dream world I escape to. Rose was standing over me with a grin on her face and a smirk in her eyes. I sat up groggily. Heaven help me I needed to stop having these weird dreams, maybe I was crazy.
"M'awake."
"I can see." she grinned at me. "Guess what!"
"Huh?"
"Remember Penbrooke?"
"Uh huh." I sighed wiping the sleep from my eyes. "What 'bout em?"
"He sent me a letter." she blushed. "Can you believe that?" she asked before plopping down on the bed next to me. "He says he likes me Flower!" Rose sighed dreamily. "And I like him."
"Rose?" I asked her before yawning. "Your hopeless. And your crazy."
"How am I crazy?" she demanded. "Crazy because I think he's dreamy?"
"No crazy because your twelve. How in the world are you this boy crazy? I still want to think they've cooties."
"What are cooties?" she asked raising her eyebrow and giving me an odd look.
"Germs…"
"And what are germs?"
I sighed.
"It's a muggle thing."
"Apparently." she grinned. "I'm so excited though!"
"Uh huh." I nodded at her. "What time is it?"
"Well Aunt Ginny said it was almost time for dinner." Rose ginned again at me. "Told me to come wake you up."
"Well I'm up and hungry. Lets go!"
"See Flower, that's your problem. You think with your stomach. One might deduce you as a male you know."
"Yeah yeah." I replied standing up and stretching. "I'm really a guy in disguise."
"Well at least you admit it." she smirked skipping over to the door. "And I heard there was going to be mashed potatoes."
And that was all she needed to say for me to bee line for the kitchen.
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Authors note: Haha! Update! Even if it is a short one. More next time I swear. Look for fall second year. Feat Halloween, sneaking into hogsmeade, and lottsa more funky dreams. J cheerio, email me if you need to. theherbflower
