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I listened to her breathing, her chest going up, then down, and then it would repeat. It was something that I could listen to forever and I would never want to stop. It showed me that she was alive and well. I held onto her tighter, not wanting to let her go, because I knew that she had to leave… Our last night together was spent cuddling in a hospital, which had previously been a fear of Addie's.
Snuggling closer to her, I heard her let out a quiet sigh, she turned over to face me and made a small smile. "You know, you're going to have to let me go soon." She whispered quietly, looking up at me with sad eyes.
"But not yet, I still have time to be with you, I wish I had a lifetime, but I guess we can't always get what we want, can we?" I whispered into her ear and she let out a giggle.
"We'll see how our future is laid out when we get to it, but right now, we just need to focus on today." She told me teasingly, a smile planted onto her radiant lips on which I wanted to kiss so badly that it was an aching pain inside of me every second that I hadn't kissed her.
We leaned our foreheads against one another and she smiled even wider as her eyes stared at mine, "I absolutely love your green eyes." She told me, pushing herself closer into me so that all that separated us was clothes… damn clothes.
"I absolutely love everything about you." I told her and she smiled up at me. "How did I get so lucky to have you?" She asked me, technically, we weren't going out… so she didn't have me… but I wasn't going to bring that up.
"I could ask the same exact question," I whispered, hugging her tighter. I looked at her left hand to see that Madam Pomfrey had cured it during the night… which meant that she had came in and checked on us, which means she was allowing this to happen… I had never liked that old woman any more than I did now.
Addie only had bandages on her left hand, but she looked at me with saddened eyes, "Everything is going to change, isn't it?"
I didn't want to face the truth, but we both knew the answer to this question. "Change is something that everyone has to go through… even if they don't want things to change."
She just pulled me even closer to her and she let out a sigh, "I wish you could come with me… but my mum would never go for that idea. She's trying to get as far away from this place and everyone in it… plus, I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't like it if we were within two feet of each other."
I made a struggled laugh as I looked at her, "Yeah…"
"I already miss you." She admitted, she rubbed her lips together.
"Don't go saying that… We'll see each other plenty, more than we think." I told her, but she didn't say anything to this.
"I want this to never end… because I finally feel like I belong somewhere. Right here is where I belong." She put her hand to my heart and with tears in her eyes she whispered, "I belong here."
I took her into a long embrace, she didn't seem to mind it, and I said quietly, "I know you do."
Addie let a few tears drop, and she quickly tried to wipe them off, but her attempts failed because the more that she tried to stop crying, the more tears would flood down her face. "I didn't think that saying goodbye would be so difficult," she admitted to me, holding me even tighter than she had before.
"Then don't let this be our goodbye, you said that your mother might let you come here for parts of the summer, and I could floo to your house if you wanted… just don't let this be our goodbye. I don't think I could live if I never saw you again." Addie cried even more and she held onto me tightly, her tears wouldn't stop.
"D-Don't talk like that," she quivered; I realized once I met Addie that I had a poor vocabulary and what I said was very ironic and bad. "Y-You'll be fine without me."
"I'm sorry." I held her tighter as she cried, "I'm sorry."
Hearing her cry made my heart break just a little bit more each and every time a tear fell from her eyes. "I am going to miss you so much," she whispered into my ear quietly after several minutes had passed. "And I'll write to you as much as I can, so that you know what is going on and I won't leave out any details."
"And I will do the same," I told her, and I heard her crying ease just slightly.
She then put her tear soaked face in front of mine and she stared at me, "I want you to come to the funeral." I didn't really know Mr. Abraham, in fact, I had only heard of him a few times throughout my life and I didn't even know her brother's name. Addie was very serious about having me come because her eyes were so pleading that I should come.
"I'll come," I said, but I didn't know how in the hell I could convince McGonagall to have me miss class for a whole day. Relief swiped across Addie's face as she looked at me, "Thank you," she whispered sweetly into my ear.
"Anything for you," I told her and she started to blush. I wiped off her remaining tears on her face and she gave me a weak smile. "What will I do without you?" she asked me, leaning her forehead against my own.
"I don't know, but somehow, life will go on, no matter how far we are split apart," I whispered to her, but she shook her head softly, "You'll never be far from me… because you'll always be right in here." She pointed to her heart and tears came back into her eyes. "Always."
Her soft red lips pressed against each other, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to word it. "I've been wanting to show you how much I care about you, but I never really knew how to show you how much I really care about you… So I kept on thinking and thinking and thinking of ways and I finally came up with a solution." A little smile came on her lips and her eyes gleamed with joy, she tilted her head ever so slightly and she closed those beautiful dark blue eyes of hers.
Those soft red lips that I had dreamed about touched my own and with such a passion that seemed to only be in fairytales. But this had finally become my reality, Addie in my arms as we kissed for what seemed like not long enough. She tried to pull out of the kiss a bit too early but I slowly pulled her back into my kiss. She let out a quiet sigh after we finally broke apart and we watched each other's eyes. We had nothing left to say, but I wanted to kiss her more and more until she had to leave. It was the unfortunate truth that Addie was definitely going to be leaving me, but it kind of seemed… not as bad now.
We both leaned in again and our kissing became fiercer as I grew hungry for that magnificent woman that was Addie Abraham. My hand ran through her sweet smelling hair as her hands wandered all over my back.
No one could ever love someone more than I love Addie, not anyone. We were so right for each other, but we had to be separated. No matter the distance was between us, as Addie said; we'd always be with one another. My lips seemed to have melted onto hers, how her skin felt so soft. Then, I felt Addie grab onto my belt and I felt her lips smile. We both looked at each other and didn't know what to say. The only thing that she did with my belt was pull that part of me closer to her. I was slightly relieved, because my dad would have murdered me.
Addie's kissing seemed to make me want her more, and more, and more. The more that I wanted her, the less I wanted this to end. I started kissing her neck and she let out a giggle, "I love you."
When I stopped, I told her, "I love you too."
It was an amazing feeling that I had never experienced before. Butterflies started to all flutter in my stomach at the same time as I looked at Addie and I kissed her full lips. Nothing in the world could compare to this feeling, not one.
All of the sudden, I was pushed off of the bed with a loud clatter; Addie on the other side of the bed was pushed off too. Addie let out a yell of pain and I looked over to her quickly, she had her hand on her head which had bumped into the edge of the bedside table. "Mrs. Abraham-" came Madam Pomfrey's loud voice across the room. The woman that I assumed to be Mrs. Abraham stood at the end of the bed where the curtains were wide open. Her wand was shaking furiously in her hand. "Adeline, we're leaving right now." She told Addie with her teeth gritted against one another. I was assuming that Addie was hardly ever called Adeline by her mother because she jumped up right away.
Mrs. Abraham took her daughter close in her arms and said in an irritated tone, "Say goodbye to your little friend, Adeline."
Addie mouthed the words, "Bye, see you tomorrow… in St. Peter's church at nine in the morning."
I nodded and looked up at Mrs. Abraham who was giving me a death glare, "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry that you came in to see that, I guess you should have waited a little bit longer so you could have had more of a show." I smiled, but Addie's face completely dropped, and Mrs. Abraham gave me a snorted look, "Just like your father you are, and your stupid mother too, always having something terrible to say in a crisis. Always trying to be funny and get a laugh, well, let me tell you Mr. Potter, I did not appreciate your comment or your actions." She turned Addie and led her out of the room; before they left Addie gave me a fleeting look goodbye and she mouthed the words "I love you," as her mother turned her head back around where I could have sworn that I saw the hand that was holding her head have a little red in it…
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"Adeline Abraham, how dare you embarrass me like that, your father and brother are looking at you from heaven and they are shaking their heads full of shame." Mother yelled at the top of her voice. "You will never be seeing that boy again, do you understand me?"
"Yes." Was all my lips could tremble out. My mother had grabbed me by my wrist so hard that it started to hurt.
"You will have no contact with that boy as long as I shall live, and because of your lack of good judgment, I will be arranging a marriage for you." I stopped walking and looked at the ground. My mother was still yanking on my arm, "No."
"What do you mean, No?" She asked shrilly. When it had come to my parents, I had never defied them in my life. So to my mother this came as a big shock to her.
"No I will not stop keeping contact with Al, no I will not have an arranged marriage, and NO I will not end up to be exactly like you!" My mother stared at me in horror. "Just because you didn't get your fairytale doesn't mean that you can rip me away from mine."
"How dare you disobey your own mother!" She said furiously, gripping my arm even tighter as one tear fell, "How dare you try to control me for the rest of my own life, I'm nearly seventeen already and you can't decide what is right and wrong for me. I can make my own decisions such as who I want to be with and who I do not want to be with!"
"Your choice of friends is poor, look at Lillian Potter now, skin and bones and will more than likely need therapy for the rest of her life." My mother taunted me; she knew how to pick at me for everything. "Lily hates me now anyways so what does it matter? And besides you hate the whole Potter family because it shows you what you couldn't have and what Al's mum got."
"Adeline, hold your tongue."
"No."
She stared at me and gripped onto my wrist even tighter and dragged me out of the only place that felt like my home now. We argued all of the way home and when we got home we started screaming at each other even more. "You don't even know Al, how could you be so against someone that you don't even know?!"
"I know enough about him to know that he is a bad person, you never fought with me before you met him. Then you got lippy and you've turned into some… some little…" We both knew that she was trying to call me a whore but she didn't have the guts to do it.
"I'm some little slut, is that what you're trying to say?" I asked, livid, my face had turned red.
"Well I was your age once and he is just trying to trick you, and he's much older than you!" She was trying to think of reasons to win this argument but she was not succeeding.
"I'm sixteen and he's seventeen, that isn't that much of a difference." I yelled, my lungs and throat were throbbing.
"It's a big enough difference, and you aren't of age yet so what I say goes!" She screamed.
"Well then maybe I should go!" Fury was bubbling up in my veins, I breathed heavily as we both stared at each other's faces.
"Maybe you should." She told me quietly, looking at the floor.
"Fine. I'll go pack up my stuff then." I said, passing her on my way to the stairs, I felt her straighten up.
I passed my sister's room and heard a loud noise come from her room. I opened it up and everything breakable in her room was shattered into pieces on the floor. "Becca, what are you doing?" But she kept on ripping things apart as she cried, in sort of a rage filled tantrum.
"Becca!" I had to yell to get her attention and when she finally looked at me with her tear filled eyes she ran towards me and held onto my legs so tightly that I thought I was going to fall over. "Please don't leave me with just mommy, please! I-I need you! You can't l-leave!" She wailed into my knee.
"Becca, you probably don't understand now but maybe you'll understand later. But mum and I both agreed that it is best for me to leave… So I have to." When I tried to move she started to scream bloody murder, a high pitched, ear bleeding scream.
"NO! I won't let you leave!" I tried to move farther out of her room and she screamed even louder, "NO! NO!"
Mum opened the door to see Becca sobbing on my leg. She came over to Becca and took her off of my leg with a slightly unneeded force. I couldn't even understand what Becca was trying to say anymore but my mom said, "I think you should get your stuff now and leave."
Becca tried to get out of mum's grasp, she even tried to bite her but I shut the door behind me with the most regret. The door did not close out Becca's screams for her screams could penetrate through anything.
I packed all of my things and I stuffed them into a trunk and one box. I wiped off my tears and headed down the stairs, still hearing Becca's sobs as mum tried to calm her down. I took the doorknob and jerked it open. With my last look at the house, I slammed the door shut. All the way down the street I could still hear Becca sobbing. It wasn't till I turned the corner that I couldn't hear it any longer. I walked down the sidewalk as far as I could go, walking by a park, a church, which was ironically next to the town bar, several houses, and a stray dog. This dog came up to me and rubbed against my leg, but I shooed it off.
The next minute it came back to me again and I tried to shoo it off but this time it just followed me. I went up to a door and I rang the doorbell, this time, the dog stood back. The cardboard box shook in my hands. A red haired woman answered the door, she seemed much older than Lily and she was not Mrs. Potter. "Why hello there, who are you?" She asked politely.
"I-I'm Addie Abraham… Is Mr. Potter or Mrs. Potter here?" I asked, her concerned expression deepened into her plump features.
"You must be one of Lily's friends, I'm Molly Weasley, Ginny's mum, but you seem to be a bit too young to be out of Hogwarts just yet. Would you like to come in? They should be arriving soon." I shook my head as my knees started to wobble even more.
"N-No ma'am, I just… could you make sure that Albus gets this package?" I asked, holding out the package for her to take but she looked at me more questioningly.
"Come in dear, it's too cold outside to be walking in just that and it is almost dark and you seem to have no place to go, come on in." She had to push my back to have me go inside the house that I had gone in once before, only this time, I noticed that the ugly antique vase had been replaced by a family portrait.
"I-I'm fine ma'am, I just need you to give this to Al, and I really don't want to be a bother…" She just shook her head.
"Nonsense. I haven't had a thing to do all day and I raised seven children, I felt like most of my day has been wasted away doing nothing. Come in and sit down, you look starved, I'll get you some tea and how about some soup?" I shook my head but she didn't see me and started making it anyways.
"I-I don't need anything, please, I don't want you to go through all of this trouble… I can just put this in his room and be on my way…" But she wouldn't have any of it.
"Now that you're here Addie, I am going to take care of you, because you look like you need some love and attention." Molly poured some tea into two cups and set one down by me and another for herself. "So, how old are you Addie?"
"Sixteen." I told her quietly.
"So, you should be in Hogwarts right now, correct?" She asked me as she sipped some of her tea and flicked her wand at the stove to start the soup.
"No. I am supposed to be transferred to Beauxbaton's but plans have changed so… I don't know where I'm supposed to go from here." I muttered into my tea as I took a tiny sip.
"Why were you going to be transferred to Beauxbaton's?" Molly asked politely.
"My father and brother died." I murmured, making her spit some of her tea back into the cup. "Oh my dear, are you alright?"
"I guess so… but my mum and I had a big fight back at the house… and she kind of… kicked me out…" I looked down at my cup and before she could even say anything the front door swung open. Mrs. Potter and Mr. Potter both had very tired expressions on their faces. I jumped up and accidentally tripped over my own foot. I scrambled to get to my feet but Molly let out a squeak, "dear, did you hit your head on something before?"
"I-I'm fine, I have to go… umm, go somewhere." I shook so much that I toppled over my own foot again and my side hit the corner of the table on the way down. Mrs. Potter helped me up and said, "Honey, you need to sit down, or lay down somewhere. We should get your head checked out…"
"Are you calling me mental? I asked, a little bit offended.
She gave me a small smile and she tried to hide her laugh, "No, I just think that we should make sure that you're okay."
"I'm fine; I don't need to be looked at… I'll just… go." I tried to walk but I stumbled even more than I had before and Mrs. Potter helped me up once again she said softly, "It's alright if you're not fine. We're here to help you. We can help you. We want to help you." She smiled so sincerely.
I did feel a bit dizzy… so I let them lead me up to the middle bedroom upstairs. It had several Quidditch memorabilia, so I knew it couldn't be Lily's room so it had to be Al's or James' room. They helped me lay me down in the bed and they turned the lights off. Mrs. Potter came back into the room to tuck me in and she gave me a small smile. "Get some rest and we'll sort this all out in the morning, okay dear?"
"I guess." I hadn't realized how tired I had become in such a short amount of time.
She gave me a bigger smile and pulled something from behind her, "I didn't know if you were too old for this kind of thing, but this was Albus's old stuffed animal and it kept a good watch over him as he slept. I thought that maybe you might want it just for tonight to fend off his old smelly socks that I haven't gotten to wash yet."
I let out a little laugh and took the bear into my arms. "Thank you, Mrs. Potter."
"Addie, you can call me Ginny if you'd like." My smile widened more.
"I think I would like that, thank you." How could someone be so nice without asking so many questions? Wasn't she worried about me being an imposter just waiting to kill her at night? Apparently not.
When she shut the door I turned over to the side of the bed closest to the window and I looked out at the night sky. Was Al looking at the same stars that I was? And if he was, was he wishing on those stars like I was.
I listened for any movements downstairs… but not a noise. No loud banging… No screaming… No holes being put into walls… It was nice to sleep somewhat peacefully for once, the pressure of OWLs had been taken off of me and all of Hogwarts and my mother had been taken off of me. I felt safe. Was this what a family was supposed to feel like? Because I liked this kind of family
Is this finally long enough for you?! I dragged every single scene that I could, I even editted the ending for the fourth time I had to stop myself. Guh-ness. People. I have a friend that writes 500 words or less per chapter. I write over 2,000, (excluding 3 chapters) one chapter was even over 5,000. Please do not tell me that my chapters are short! I am a sick kid with a high temp of 104.6 and I was sick when I wrote it. I know that compared to the chapter before it was a couple hundered words off, but I couldn't really find a whole lot to say about it and you always tell me to write fast and update fast and.... *Author runs into corner and screams into pillow and quietly returns* I just hope you like this chapter I guess is what I'm saying. I'm just... guhhhhh.... Too much time spent in bed, Too much needles poked into my skin... 14 to be exact because they couldn't get the damn IV in.... and not enough time spent with my friends that keep me sane!!!! Okay... well, they keep me... regular. Sorry for complaining so much, let's get on, shall we?
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I had this done at... Like 11 on Thursday night but I didn't post it for these reasons. A) No one reads fan-fiction at Three thirty in the morning on a school night, B) I thought this chapter was rubbish, and C) I was tired... I was woken up two hours later to take my round the clock meds and I did not feel like posting it on the D.A. either.
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