Sweet Tears, Wishing You Were Here
By RicaSieg
Chapter 11: Make Me Smile
The girl was sitting across from the mirror, stroking her little grey cat. Tears were running down her face as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.
The image was of a bedroom. There were books everywhere as well as scrolls. A bed was in the center along one wall of it. Green and red wallpaper covered it. A man and a woman were arguing about something, what he didn't know because he could not here them. Instinct told him to touch the mirror. When he did, sounds flooded to his ears.
"Helen, you know it was your father that killed them, he is still mad about our elopement," the man growled at the girl named Helen.
"He wouldn't do something like that! You have no proof! You are just upset because you don't like him."
"I have every right not to like him! How can you be so calm? Your daughter was killed!" the man raged.
"Losing my temper won't help!"
The man raked a hand through his curly red hair in frustration. "Helen, your father has hated me and Rhea since my father disagreed with him about letting muggle-borns into the school. He is not a nice man. He would do…"
"DO NOT TALK ABOUT MY FATHER LIKE THAT! He is an honest man. I can't believe you would say such things!"
"Helen…"
"Leave me alone Tyro. Leave me alone," cried Helen before running out of the room that had been the background for the argument.
Tyro ran his hand through his hair again before turning to leave through another door.
The small girl continued to stroke the cat after the mirror went blank.
"Aurora, why were Mummy and Daddy fighting?" she asked of the little kitten.
Her stomach grumbled a little, "I'm hungry."
With a wave of her hand a pile of sandwiches appeared before her. She dug into them with the force of a wild beast.
"I want to go home," she mumbled into Aurora's soft fur when she completed her meal.
Very soon after, she fell asleep.
The next morning, Harry woke up to pounding on the cupboard door.
"Get your sorry arse out here now!" came his uncle's voice.
Wondering what was wrong, as Petunia was the one who usually woke him; Harry hurried out before Vernon could get too agitated.
Vernon was standing next to the table holding the cookie tin.
"What is this?" he said in a terse voice.
"Umm…"
"Answer me, boy!" he barked.
"The cookie tin?"
"You stole some cookies last night!" bellowed his Uncle. Harry backed up in fear. Vernon slammed the container onto the counter, causing it to shatter. Then he raised his hand and slapped Harry on the arm, hard. Tears sprang to Harry's eyes, but he didn't make a noise.
"Clean up the mess! Then get into your cupboard and don't come out until I tell you!" he barked as Harry scrambled to clean the shattered remains of the cookie tin.
When he finished, he was thrown into the cupboard by his uncle. Wearily, he climbed onto the sorry excuse for a mattress and stared at the ceiling.
A/N Hello chaps! I'm back from a very long month of band camp, work, vacation, and other things. I hope you enjoyed!
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Disclaimer: Er… To tired to think of anything witty to say.
