A/N: Apologies for my absence! I'm working on new chapters as we speak but I thought I'd drop you this little teaser as an apology! More to come soon!!
The afternoon had been a delight.
She'd spent nearly the whole day with Harry. They went to the park, with an ice lolly as promised, they fed the ducks, she taught him how to cartwheel, and she'd even pushed him on the swing. It was truly one of the best days that Harry had ever had in his life. He'd been quite mopey when she had dropped him home. Darcy saw the scowls through the living room window, and felt that familiar clutching feeling in her gut. She'd given him her telephone number, in case he ever needed a friend to talk to, or if the Dursley's did something Really Bad. He'd nodded his little head, and went inside. Petunia hadn't let her in.
The whole day both sparked such love and rage in her heart, and it was that fire that brought her to where she was now. It was 8:37 the next day, and she was staring at the wrought iron gates of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Her leg jiggled slightly, fidgeting, wand in hand tapping against her arm, nose twitching and palms sweating. She'd sent a patronus four minutes ago. She was still waiting. As the thought entered her mind to utter the words bombarda, the gates creaked open, and she hastened up towards the castle.
A thousand different thoughts raced through Darcy's mind. Thoughts of rage, of love, of heartbreak, of fury.
Stupid, stupid man…
That poor boy…
Horrid family…
Really need to de-gnome the garden…
How could he be so very blind…
Without realising, and without breath, she found herself in front of the gargoyle staircase. She scrunched her nose, and spat out, "Licorice wand."
The grinding of stone on stone echoed through the halls for what seemed like forever, until Darcy Evans met with the Headmaster's door. It was in that moment of calm, level-headed determination, that Darcy decided to put her wand away.
And kick in the door.