Wherever You Will Go
"No! Jon, she won't grow up that way! I won't allow it! She must know the Light!" A female voice yelled, British at the edges. "I can't believe you..." She sneered, "Why did you cross over? Why did you leave us?!"
"The Dark Way is the only way. She WILL grow up that way! If you disobey me..." A male voice threatened. It too sounded British. "Kate, you know the consequences. NEVER disobey me, I have the Dark on my side."
"Jon, NO. I'm leaving and I'm taking her with me. She deserves more. She's different than you. I'm different than you. You're dead to me. You're not the man I fell in love with." I heard hurried footsteps coming closer. "OW! Let GO of me! LET GO! Please... please stop..." I heard what I guessed to be the lady slide to the ground, "Please..." She begged and begged.
"She's going to know the Dark. I'll make sure of that." Muffled sobs rang throughout the house. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green flash.
Gwen woke up with a start, bringing her hand to her mouth. She hated that dream. She'd been having it continuously for as long as she could remember... Now she knew what it meant. The man had killed the lady using one of the Unforgivable Curses, but how did she know about those before Hogwarts? Her family was unmagical... The strange thing was that the man had her father's name, and it seemed so real. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
She laid back down, adjusting her pillow. She listened intently, picking up on Hermione's soft breathing. She wanted to wake her up, she wanted to every time she had had the dream. But somehow, she couldn't. Gwen kept secrets locked inside, and this dream seemed like it needed to be locked up. Gwen had gotten closer to Hermione in the past four years; she had gotten closer to Harry and Ron, too. Ever since that day with Draco Malfoy, she realized that Ron, Hermione and Harry had wanted to be her friends, sincerely. They weren't just there to betray her like so many others...
Again, the urge to play guitar.
She wanted so deeply to get the beautiful guitar from its case and sing what she was feeling... The guitar soothed her, it seemed almost magical. She had found it in a box in their garage, then in New York, about six years ago. Her dad hardly unpacked most of their boxes anyway, so while looking through one, she came across it. It had pearly cornflower blue stars as the fret-markers along the neck, and stars around the ampliphying hole, also. It strangely seemed to never get out of tune.
She knew it had belonged to her mother, a person she had never known. Her dad told her stories about how awful she was, how she hated Gwen, hated her so much that she packed up one night and left.
Maybe that's why her father did.... things to her. Maybe her was just punishing her for making her mother leave... It had never been her fault. He didn't believe it, though, no matter how many times Gwen told him.
The secrets burned inside of her. She didn't deserve it, she didn't deserve the bruises and the yelling, the pain that brewed fiercely both inside and out.
Yet, she couldn't make him stop.
How she longed to open up to people, to tell them. She yearned to be held and told that everything was all right. She wanted people to know. Especially her friends here at Hogwarts. Gwen wanted to tell them the reasons why she became extremely nervous when the topic of families came up... Why she was so quiet and subdued. Why she spent hours writing in a notebook and strumming away at her guitar. Why tears welled up when she sang.
It was all because of him. Her father. Gwen hated him.
She grabbed her wand from her nightstand, making sure that the material that closed around her bed was thick enough to block out most of the light.
"Lumos." She whispered, grabbing her notebook from under her bed.
I never understand why he hates me. Me? I have reasons to hate him. I've never hit him, I've never yelled at him and called him stupid and worthless. I've never hurt him so bad both physically and mentally that he'd have scars. I never cause him pain.
Yet he does all those things to me. All because of reasons that I don't understand.
Summer's coming up.
I don't want to go home.
She muffled her sniffles as best as she could, put out her wand and replacing the notebook in its proper place. Maybe things would look better tomorrow...
Hermione frowned. She had awakened many times to see one of her best friend's bed glowing, heard scribbling and crying. She knew Gwen kept things locked up, but she wanted to know what it was... She was so worried. She needed to know.
"No! Jon, she won't grow up that way! I won't allow it! She must know the Light!" A female voice yelled, British at the edges. "I can't believe you..." She sneered, "Why did you cross over? Why did you leave us?!"
"The Dark Way is the only way. She WILL grow up that way! If you disobey me..." A male voice threatened. It too sounded British. "Kate, you know the consequences. NEVER disobey me, I have the Dark on my side."
"Jon, NO. I'm leaving and I'm taking her with me. She deserves more. She's different than you. I'm different than you. You're dead to me. You're not the man I fell in love with." I heard hurried footsteps coming closer. "OW! Let GO of me! LET GO! Please... please stop..." I heard what I guessed to be the lady slide to the ground, "Please..." She begged and begged.
"She's going to know the Dark. I'll make sure of that." Muffled sobs rang throughout the house. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green flash.
Gwen woke up with a start, bringing her hand to her mouth. She hated that dream. She'd been having it continuously for as long as she could remember... Now she knew what it meant. The man had killed the lady using one of the Unforgivable Curses, but how did she know about those before Hogwarts? Her family was unmagical... The strange thing was that the man had her father's name, and it seemed so real. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
She laid back down, adjusting her pillow. She listened intently, picking up on Hermione's soft breathing. She wanted to wake her up, she wanted to every time she had had the dream. But somehow, she couldn't. Gwen kept secrets locked inside, and this dream seemed like it needed to be locked up. Gwen had gotten closer to Hermione in the past four years; she had gotten closer to Harry and Ron, too. Ever since that day with Draco Malfoy, she realized that Ron, Hermione and Harry had wanted to be her friends, sincerely. They weren't just there to betray her like so many others...
Again, the urge to play guitar.
She wanted so deeply to get the beautiful guitar from its case and sing what she was feeling... The guitar soothed her, it seemed almost magical. She had found it in a box in their garage, then in New York, about six years ago. Her dad hardly unpacked most of their boxes anyway, so while looking through one, she came across it. It had pearly cornflower blue stars as the fret-markers along the neck, and stars around the ampliphying hole, also. It strangely seemed to never get out of tune.
She knew it had belonged to her mother, a person she had never known. Her dad told her stories about how awful she was, how she hated Gwen, hated her so much that she packed up one night and left.
Maybe that's why her father did.... things to her. Maybe her was just punishing her for making her mother leave... It had never been her fault. He didn't believe it, though, no matter how many times Gwen told him.
The secrets burned inside of her. She didn't deserve it, she didn't deserve the bruises and the yelling, the pain that brewed fiercely both inside and out.
Yet, she couldn't make him stop.
How she longed to open up to people, to tell them. She yearned to be held and told that everything was all right. She wanted people to know. Especially her friends here at Hogwarts. Gwen wanted to tell them the reasons why she became extremely nervous when the topic of families came up... Why she was so quiet and subdued. Why she spent hours writing in a notebook and strumming away at her guitar. Why tears welled up when she sang.
It was all because of him. Her father. Gwen hated him.
She grabbed her wand from her nightstand, making sure that the material that closed around her bed was thick enough to block out most of the light.
"Lumos." She whispered, grabbing her notebook from under her bed.
I never understand why he hates me. Me? I have reasons to hate him. I've never hit him, I've never yelled at him and called him stupid and worthless. I've never hurt him so bad both physically and mentally that he'd have scars. I never cause him pain.
Yet he does all those things to me. All because of reasons that I don't understand.
Summer's coming up.
I don't want to go home.
She muffled her sniffles as best as she could, put out her wand and replacing the notebook in its proper place. Maybe things would look better tomorrow...
Hermione frowned. She had awakened many times to see one of her best friend's bed glowing, heard scribbling and crying. She knew Gwen kept things locked up, but she wanted to know what it was... She was so worried. She needed to know.