AN- Thanks for reviewing the last chapter everyone. Keep it up lightbabe, Blue Luver5000, Lady Isabelle Black and Kyoki no Megami!
I also got a question in a review that asked if I was going to stick to the story line and have Regulus die by getting the locket and being killed by the Inferi. I haven't really decided yet. But with the way the plot is going, it seems best for me that I should stick to the story line that J.K. Rowling wrote. It is very possible that Regulus will die in the end, BUT there is also a chance that he won't. Keep reading until the end of this story and you will find out for sure.
Feel free to ask me questions if you have them. -Laura
Chapter Twenty-Nine: I'm So Sorry
The days passed by slowly and then before I knew it, it was the day before break ended. I couldn't help but to feel relieved. This terrible holiday was finally going to end, but before I left I had to do one last thing. Visit my father's grave.
So right after it was dark I went out onto the streets in London and raised my wand above my head to call the Knight Bus. In seconds there was a three-story purple bus in front of me. I was always amazed at how fast the bus could go and how it maneuvered ever since I was a little kid.
The conductor was a short, fat old man who greeted me with a happy smile. I shoved a few stickles in his hand as he begun to talk. "'Ello there, darlin', and welcome ta the Knight Bus. Where are ya headin' off to on this lovely night?"
"I'd like to go to Godric's Hollow. Do you think that you could take me there?" I said to the pudgy conductor who was still grinning ear to ear as I took a seat in a chair. I also hugged a poll that was next to me like I was holding on for dear life. I knew how this bus worked, and I didn't was to topple on to the floor like last time I rode this thing.
He laughed, "Of course we can take ya there, darlin'. Next stop is Godric's Hollow, Ernie!"
I looked at the driver of the bus who had crazy hair that stuck up in every direction and huge, thick glasses. He chuckled like a maniac as he started moving the bus forward at a wild speed. Buildings and cars flew past like lightning.
"So why are ya headin' over to Godric's Hollow? Visiting family or somethin' like that?" the man asked me as he leaned casually on the wall of the bus without being jerked around like the rest of the chairs and beds did. I wasn't being thrown around as much because I still had a tight grip on the poll. "Name's Joe by the way. Joe Bowkin."
Joe had no idea how right he was, "I guess you could say I'm visiting a member of the family. My name is Sophie by the way." I left my last name out purposely.
"Better hold on back there!" Ernie shouted from the driver's seat.
I clutched on to the poll tighter as we took a huge turn to the right. So far that we were only on two wheels. Everything slammed into the windows and we were almost parallel to the ground. Quite frankly I was freaking out inside. I forgot how bloody crazy these people were even though one witch didn't wake up after almost rolling off of the bed she was in.
I breathed a sigh of relief once all four of the bus's wheels were touching the ground. Joe and Ernie seemed like they were having fun. How the hell can these people ride this daily. It was terrifying me to death, so I just closed my eyes and waited for it all to end.
"We're here, darlin'. I think you can quit chokin' the poll now," Joe's voice said. I could tell it was laced with amusement.
I opened one eye to make sure he was right and when I saw that he was I let the poll go. I stood up on shaky legs and walked toward the door.
"Hope ya enjoyed the Knight Bus. Come again soon!" Joe the conductor called as I walked down the stair and on to the streets of Godric's Hollow.
I cringed as I remembered that it was also my ride back."See you later then, Joe, Ernie."
Slowly, I looked around at the small town I was in. The falling snow was covering the ground in a thin blanket. A few people were running home because it was dark and the moon was shining very bright in the night sky.
I walked down the empty road as quiet as possible, like a ghost almost. Soon I reached the cemetery where my father was buried with my grandfather. My grandmother actually just lived right down the street, but I wasn't here to visit her now.
When I reached the cemetey, I begun to walk through the rows of gravestone. I almost laughed as I remembered that this place was rumored to be haunted. That completely changed when I came upon my father's name engraved on a tall piece of stone.
Charles James Potter
Born 14 June, 1939 - Died 24 December, 1976
Beloved son, father, and friend...
My throat tightened and I felt pressure behind my eyes, but I would not allow the tears to fall from my eyes and on to my face. Not yet anyway. My father would not want me to be crying over him. I think that he would of wanted me to be happy.
There was so many things that I wanted to tell him. About how sorry I was for always fighting with him amd Mum and James. How sorry I was that I never appreciated anything that he had ever done for me. To tell him that I loved him one last time snd that I would miss him like mad when he was gone. Though the thing that I wanted to apologize the most for was about how sorry I was that I ran off to Diagon Ally and him having to coming after me.
My father was only on that battle because I was. If I didn't run off he would have stayed behind and alert the Order of Phoenix and the other Aurors instead of hurrying off after me. My fault that he told Mum to floo everyone so he could go and get me. It was my fault that he was dead and it was eating me up inside still.
When I finally had enough strength to open my mouth, only three words tumbled out of my dry mouth, "I'm so sorry."
Then I collapsed to the ground and started to cry for the first time in more than six years. Releasing all of the emotions that I have kept bottled up for weeks.
AN- Sorry if this chapter was a bit late, but my life has been rather controling lately. I'm also happy to say that we will be returning to Hogwarts in the next chapter. Yay! Can't wait for that to happen.
As for the Potter and Honland (Evelynn Potter's family) families. Well, there is a lot in store for them.
