Chapter 10: Home-ish
Dumbledore and I left on schedule to go to the house. I was introduced to that Nymphadora person and then left on my own to deal with the house. Once they had left I entered the house. I didn't want them to see me fall to pieces knowing there would be no greeting for me on the other side of the door. I tentatively opened the door and walked directly to my room, after securely fastening the door lock shut and putting several spells on the house so no one could get in without my knowledge. God why didn't I do that before I left to protect my parents; oh yeah because it's against the Wizarding law! Gahhh!
The next day and a half went by quietly. I worked around the house every once and a while breaking down and sobbing until I couldn't breathe. Around lunch time on Saturday there was a knock at the door so I went to answer it.
"Who is it?" I asked before opening the door.
"The Malfoy's," a handsome voice came from the other side.
"I'm not excepting visitors at this time. Thank you for dropping by."
"Dear we brought you some food and we thought we could help you with your things?" A woman's voice answered this time.
"I'm sorry," my voice cracked. "I…I-I can't let you in."
"We will stand here the rest of the day if we have to, Snape." Malfoy's cool voice came through the door.
I slammed my fists against the door. "GO AWAY MALFOY YOU USELESS SON OF A…"
I feel to my knees sobbing barely holding myself together.
"Lea." Snape's voice came.
"No." I mouthed.
"Lea!"
I didn't answer I simply made it so they could see me walking away from the door and move to the kitchen. Before I knew it the door came flying in causing me to drop to my knees to avoid any kind of attack or prepare for one, whether this is a good idea or not I have no idea. An instant later firm hands clutched my arms and pulled me up to my feet shaking me.
"When I say open the door…" Snape's voice trailed off, I guessed he was looking around at the house. What I didn't realize was that he was looking at me as if surveying the damage in me. He let go and just stood there.
"Well since ya'll are inside now would you like some cookies? My Mo…my Aunt made them before she…" A single tear tried to escape my eye I quickly wiped it away making it look like I was scratching my eyes. I began to prepare a couple of plates quickly hoping to get rid of them. I excused myself as I pushed Snape out of the way to reach for the kettle for tea out of the cabinet. A hand touched my shoulder and I stopped moving.
"Let me dear and you go sit down." Mrs. Malfoy's voice was kind and tender.
"No…thank you! Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I can't do this!" I hissed at her. What I really wanted to say was 'DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY AUNT'S THINGS YOU GREMLIN BIRTHING MONSTER!'
"LEA!" Snape yelled.
'You. You have NO RIGHT to tell me what to do! You about as much of a father as a sperm donor! In fact that's all that you were as far as I'm concerned. Now I don't know you people, other than your son, but I would really appreciate it if you could just leave me to mourn in peace. That includes you too, Father.' My thoughts spoke so loud in my head they nearly came out of my mouth. Part of me thinks they should have still.
I dropped the kettle and went to the door shut it as best I could then went to my aunt and uncle's room as silently as I could. Once safely inside the door I broke down. There was nothing else I could do. My house was invaded by people who did not care a stitch about me and there was nothing I could do about it. The fact that Snape decided to bring himself into this home just boiled my blood. He did not even feel like this was his loss! Just mine, and mine alone. After a while of blocking the door I went to their bed and curled up in it between the two pillows like I used to do when they would be lying in it. Now they would never lay in it again and I was alone; completely alone.
I spent the rest of the day like that. I never moved even when they came upstairs to try to get me to come down to dinner. I never spoke once no matter what they said or did to get me to. I was in agony could they not see that? I just wanted to be left alone with my parents as long as possible before I no longer had a place to go to where I could hold on to some piece of them. I heard them packing things down stairs finishing what I had started. I was so mad but I refused to move. Or maybe I couldn't I really can't remember anymore. I was tormented and there was no one there to give me any kind of comfort.