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A/N: Here's another chapter.
A week passed and it came time for the next DA meeting. Everyone was excited, but I was filled with dread. I still had not told my friends that I would be unable to teach. I was forced to when Hermione approached me.
"Lorene," she shouted as she ran to catch up to me, "there you are. I've been looking all over for you." I gave her a weak smile. "Still worried about your mother?"
"Yeah, I haven't heard a word from her lately, and I know Dumbledore knew I was listening and he hasn't said anything to me. Uncle is also getting agitated."
"I've never seen him that angry before," Hermione said as she shuddered. Today, Snape ended up throwing a cauldron across the room when Neville added to wrong ingredient. Luckily, Neville wasn't far enough in the recipe for the potion to do any damage to anybody. "Anyways, we need to know what potion you will be teaching tonight, so we can get everything prepared."
I tried not to look at her, but it was impossible. I had to just say the truth. "I won't be teaching anything." I tried to take off down the hallway, but she grabbed my arm.
"What?! I don't understand."
"I just can't. Teaching that class will put my family in danger, danger we can't afford. Get Jessy or Michelle to do it. They know just about as much as me." This time I was able to run away. Of course, I ran to the library, which was the worst place to go, but luckily, Hermione didn't follow me.
Finding a secluded section, I sat down and pulled out my homework. Since it was lunchtime, I wasn't worried about missing any classes. Time passed and I felt my eyes grow heavy. Before I knew it, my head hit the table and I was out.
/ I awoke in a place I never seen before, but it looked familiar. There was a specific aura around it. Looking closely, I assumed I was somewhere in London.
"NO! DON'T" I heard my mother shout. What was she doing in London? What's going on? Following the shout, I turned to my left. There stood a building with a sign saying "The Leaky Cauldron". I rushed inside.
All around, people were slumped over tables and chairs. Walking up to someone, I could see that they were in a deep sleep. No matter how much I shook and prodded them, they wouldn't awake. I was reminded about a fairytale my mother once told me. It was called "Sleeping Beauty", but there was no princess and I knew there would be no happy ending.
I ran up the stairs to where the bedrooms were. Slowly, I tiptoed along the corridor. Finally, I reached a door where I heard movement inside. I balked at opening the door. Would they know that I'm here? Could I be put into that trance or worse yet, could I be killed?
"They won't know that you are there," spoke a voice to my right. Quickly I turned to my right and was relieved when I saw my uncle. "Open the door." I only shook my head. He stepped around me and opened the door. Inside, I saw my worst nightmare.
In the corner was my mother. She was covered in bruises and cuts. She sat huddled, with her arms around her bent knees. I could tell that she had been crying, because her tears had left streaks down her dirty face. Turning around, I saw Lord Voldemort. His wand was poised and ready to fire another curse.
"You will tell me what I want to hear. WHERE WILL I DIE?!?!?!" Tears began to fall down my mother's face. I could see her tremble and I knew she would not make it through the night.
"We have to do something!" I shouted at my uncle. He only told me to be quiet.
"I do not know!" my mother's voice had only a little force behind it, but it was enough to anger Voldemort. The next thing I knew, he applied the Cruccio curse on her. I screamed and fought against my uncle as I watch my mother being tortured. Voldemort finally released her from the curse, but she wasn't moving.
Voldemort bent closer. Slowly he pulled a nail filer out from under my mother. It seemed that she had stabbed herself in order to escape the torture. I continued to fight against my uncle and sob. "She... she can't be dead. I need her. She just CAN'T be dead." Snape tried to comfort me and pat my back. /
I awoke in the library with tons of faces looking at me. Sitting up, I wiped tears from my eyes. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!" I got up and ran out of the library, ignoring the muttered curses ad I bumped into people and stepped on their toes. I ran right passed Jessy and Michelle who tried to get my attention.
Why do people always want to comfort you? Don't they realize that the injured one wants peace and time to be alone? I finally reached my uncles office and slammed through the door. I looked around, but I didn't see him. Seeing the over side easy chair, I curled up and stared into the fire.
When would this pain leave? I couldn't deal with it. My mother was the only person I could turn to, the only person left in my immediate family. Why was I chosen to lose my mother? All reason left me as I cried. Finally, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. I never heard my uncle enter the room and cover me up.
Maybe that was a good thing, because at the time, I just needed my own company.
A/N: Hey, like the chapter? I think it's the best one I've written in a while. Please review.
A/N: Here's another chapter.
A week passed and it came time for the next DA meeting. Everyone was excited, but I was filled with dread. I still had not told my friends that I would be unable to teach. I was forced to when Hermione approached me.
"Lorene," she shouted as she ran to catch up to me, "there you are. I've been looking all over for you." I gave her a weak smile. "Still worried about your mother?"
"Yeah, I haven't heard a word from her lately, and I know Dumbledore knew I was listening and he hasn't said anything to me. Uncle is also getting agitated."
"I've never seen him that angry before," Hermione said as she shuddered. Today, Snape ended up throwing a cauldron across the room when Neville added to wrong ingredient. Luckily, Neville wasn't far enough in the recipe for the potion to do any damage to anybody. "Anyways, we need to know what potion you will be teaching tonight, so we can get everything prepared."
I tried not to look at her, but it was impossible. I had to just say the truth. "I won't be teaching anything." I tried to take off down the hallway, but she grabbed my arm.
"What?! I don't understand."
"I just can't. Teaching that class will put my family in danger, danger we can't afford. Get Jessy or Michelle to do it. They know just about as much as me." This time I was able to run away. Of course, I ran to the library, which was the worst place to go, but luckily, Hermione didn't follow me.
Finding a secluded section, I sat down and pulled out my homework. Since it was lunchtime, I wasn't worried about missing any classes. Time passed and I felt my eyes grow heavy. Before I knew it, my head hit the table and I was out.
/ I awoke in a place I never seen before, but it looked familiar. There was a specific aura around it. Looking closely, I assumed I was somewhere in London.
"NO! DON'T" I heard my mother shout. What was she doing in London? What's going on? Following the shout, I turned to my left. There stood a building with a sign saying "The Leaky Cauldron". I rushed inside.
All around, people were slumped over tables and chairs. Walking up to someone, I could see that they were in a deep sleep. No matter how much I shook and prodded them, they wouldn't awake. I was reminded about a fairytale my mother once told me. It was called "Sleeping Beauty", but there was no princess and I knew there would be no happy ending.
I ran up the stairs to where the bedrooms were. Slowly, I tiptoed along the corridor. Finally, I reached a door where I heard movement inside. I balked at opening the door. Would they know that I'm here? Could I be put into that trance or worse yet, could I be killed?
"They won't know that you are there," spoke a voice to my right. Quickly I turned to my right and was relieved when I saw my uncle. "Open the door." I only shook my head. He stepped around me and opened the door. Inside, I saw my worst nightmare.
In the corner was my mother. She was covered in bruises and cuts. She sat huddled, with her arms around her bent knees. I could tell that she had been crying, because her tears had left streaks down her dirty face. Turning around, I saw Lord Voldemort. His wand was poised and ready to fire another curse.
"You will tell me what I want to hear. WHERE WILL I DIE?!?!?!" Tears began to fall down my mother's face. I could see her tremble and I knew she would not make it through the night.
"We have to do something!" I shouted at my uncle. He only told me to be quiet.
"I do not know!" my mother's voice had only a little force behind it, but it was enough to anger Voldemort. The next thing I knew, he applied the Cruccio curse on her. I screamed and fought against my uncle as I watch my mother being tortured. Voldemort finally released her from the curse, but she wasn't moving.
Voldemort bent closer. Slowly he pulled a nail filer out from under my mother. It seemed that she had stabbed herself in order to escape the torture. I continued to fight against my uncle and sob. "She... she can't be dead. I need her. She just CAN'T be dead." Snape tried to comfort me and pat my back. /
I awoke in the library with tons of faces looking at me. Sitting up, I wiped tears from my eyes. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!" I got up and ran out of the library, ignoring the muttered curses ad I bumped into people and stepped on their toes. I ran right passed Jessy and Michelle who tried to get my attention.
Why do people always want to comfort you? Don't they realize that the injured one wants peace and time to be alone? I finally reached my uncles office and slammed through the door. I looked around, but I didn't see him. Seeing the over side easy chair, I curled up and stared into the fire.
When would this pain leave? I couldn't deal with it. My mother was the only person I could turn to, the only person left in my immediate family. Why was I chosen to lose my mother? All reason left me as I cried. Finally, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. I never heard my uncle enter the room and cover me up.
Maybe that was a good thing, because at the time, I just needed my own company.
A/N: Hey, like the chapter? I think it's the best one I've written in a while. Please review.