A sequel to "here's
to the night"
Thirteen years later
Ruby-
Ivy is
dead. This didn't come as a shock to me. The past 8 years have been hard for
everyone, hell for her.
I have learned not to cry, and
learned to cope with everything. She remarried to a bastard named Edward. The
first year was bearable but after that things began to crumple. Ivy would work
from 7am to 6pm, and he'd come home drunk every night, and they'd have fights.
Ivy would usually come out of it covered with her own blood. Not much of a
life. I've seen them fight. I've seen him even use the cruciatus curse. But you
can't aim too well when you're drunk. Edward killed her, and he knows it.
I've tried to report this but
Edward was a ministry official. It was his word against a teenager's. Not much
of a competition there. Edward hasn't
come home for a week now. I hope he never does. I hope he dies, painfully.
I graduate next year from
Beauxbatons. She sent me there thinking I'd never find out anything about
father. My real father, Sirius Black.
I've found out everything though. Clipped out every article. And I've
often wondered why he's never come looking for us. Maybe because he's never
cared or maybe because he can't. Even if he does, I don't think I would accept
him as my father. Although I've never had many memories with him the ones I did
have were pleasant. I remember us sitting in the park, and I remember when he
used to read me stories, even thought that was all a lie, I could remember
every detail.
I am now
standing at her funeral, shaking. I looked around; there were all her friends. And
my friends, Ace and Blade. I guess I'm
supposed to say something but what? What is there to say?
" Ivy
was a great person, they don't come nicer than her. She was caring, smart, loyal,
honest, every nice quality you could think of. She's had it pretty rough but
she's always kept her faith…" I could hear my uncle Beau talking. I stared, not
really seeing him.
When all
the food's been eaten, all the people have left, I didn't move. I just sat
there. I've learned not to cry ever since I was a child, and I've learned to
hide my own emotions.
I could
here someone coming this way, I quickly hid behind my seat. It was a man. Thin,
with messy hair and looked a bit tired. He walked toward the coffin of my
mother and he sat beside it, talking, muttering something. That was when I
recognized him, he was my father.
"Ruby?" He
had called out. He noticed me. I didn't answer though.
"Ruby I
know your there." He said calmly, "Ruby, I'm your father."
"I don't
have a father." I snapped loudly and bitterly.
"I understand."
He said softly.
"What do
you want…?" said coldly, standing up from beneath my seat.
"To say goodbye
to your mother, no matter what you heard, I really loved her, and you." He said
slowly. I couldn't think of a reply to this.
"There's
so much you don't understand and I wish I could tell you…"
"I know what
you did…" I said, growing angry.
"No you don't
understand…" He began, but I was through listening.
"Leave,"
I said, "Get out, now."
"Ruby…"
"I said leave!
I told you I don't have a father." I snapped. He looked at me for a moment with
an odd expression, maybe it was concern, maybe it was disappointment, but I didn't
care.
"If you'd
just listen…"
"Leave before
I report you!" I cried. He didn't answer to this. He just began walking. I stared
after him. I wasn't sure why I did that, but I did what I had to.
