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Written for the March Event (Mother's Day) over on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

Relationship: Ellen Cracknell/Squib Son

Chocolate Frog: Bronze – Dorcas Meadowes – Prompts – Fast, Kind hearted, Simple, Glow

1000 Word Challenge: Confusion

Gringotts: Noun – Ear, Sleep, Figure, Hair, Face, Love, Devotion, Back, Answer, Shame, Bag, Wardrobe, Home, Dinner, Corner, Eyes, Child, Pace, Future; Adjective – Soft, Simple, Cold, Distant, Fast; Verb – Whisper, Stay, Understand, Know, Despise, Pack, Invite, Resent, Feel, Grow; Compound Word – Kind Hearted

Word Count: 505

Leaving

"Wake up Douglas," he heard his mother's soft voice whisper in his ear as he turned over in his sleep. "It's time to go."

The young child stretched and opened his eyes, squinting slightly to see the figure next to him more clearly. His mother was crouched down next to his bed dressed all in black with her hair tied back and a rucksack on her back. Her kind hearted face was peering down at him, full of love and devotion.

"I still don't understand why we have to go," he yawned as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Why can't we stay with dad and Dolores?"

Ellen sighed as she took in the confusion written across her beautiful son's face. Surely he must know that she wouldn't take him from everything he knew unless it was absolutely necessary.

How could she explain to her eight year old that it would only be a matter of time before they were forced to leave?

How could she tell him that his father and sister were growing to despise him more and more by the day because he wasn't like them?

The answer was not a simple one, and Ellen knew that it was beyond her capabilities because she barely understood what was so wrong with not being magical, or how a family could feel shame a producing a – squib.

"I can't explain right now," Ellen told him in a hushed voice. "Did you pack a bag of clothes like I asked?"

Douglas nodded his head as he swung his legs out of his bed and padded over to his wardrobe where he had stashed his own rucksack earlier that day.

"Will I see Dad and Dolores again?" her son asked hopefully as they walked down the creaking stairs. "Perhaps when we have our new home set up we can invite them round for dinner."

Ellen was thankful that it was dark so that her son wouldn't see the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes.

She knew that any such invitation would be refused. Orford and Dolores would want every single tie severed and Ellen happened to feel that it was for the best, even if her son would grow up to resent her for it.

Her daughter despised everything that she was, and her husband was cold and distant. It would only be a matter of time before Douglas was on the receiving end, and she could not allow it.

"I don't know Douglas," Ellen answered as she opened the front door. "Maybe one day."

The young child grabbed hold of his mother's hand as they walked at a fast pace down the street, their way lit by the glow from the lampposts. He was curious about where they would be living now that they had left the family home and what the future would hold. The only thing he was sure of is that despite his mother's evasive and non committal answers, he would never be seeing his father or sister again.

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