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A/N: OK, I wrote this chapter in 6th hour Algebra, God that man can just go on and on and on. GOD MR. FOWLER, PLEASE, SHUT UP! OK, I feel better now. Um. I have decided to thank a couple of people before this chapter, so here it goes.
Kat- thanks for making this all readable! Mrs. Boshears- thanks for telling me I needed to practice typing, I mean come on, and can you think of a better way to practice? My dogs Stormie and Draco (Don't ask.) My cousin Bradian. My bestest friend Britely (her name is pronounced Brite- lee) and all of the other little people I had to step on to get this up! Oh and of course, I thank Mr. Fowler for having the most boring class on earth, which in turn made me have to find a way to keep myself awake, thus Storms was born. THANKS! OK I'm done rambling, enjoy the chapter!
~*Kisses*~
Stormie opened her eyes; she was in a very dark room. 'It must be night.' She thought to herself. She rolled over and took in the scene before her. Bradian and Ginny were asleep on a couch, Draco was not to far away from them, books piled up on a table in front of him, and then Bradian and Melody were asleep at another table with books. What she just saw hit her with full impact, she whipped her head around to look at the boy sleeping next to Ginny. That was diffenatly the Bradian she knew. She turned back to the Bradian next to Melody, his hair was a little lighter, he was somewhat less freckled, and he had an earring in each ear, it was Brite.
"BRITE!" she yelled, startling all the people around her. "Brite! When did you get here? How long have I been here? Where's Mom? Devin?"
"Be quite Storms, you'll get us all kicked out." He said smiling at his sister. "I got here the night you went into your coma, Mom and Devin are sleeping in their rooms, it was out turn to watch you. And you have been here for a bout two weeks." He said.
"Two weeks?" she gasped, "But. but, that means I missed the last two weeks before vacation!" she groaned. Brite laughed.
"We thought that you wouldn't mind, by the way, nice place this Hogwarts is. I have decided to stay with you. It turns out Bradian isn't all that well equipped to control a pissed Stormie. I heard all about you and Pansy. By the way, nice blackmail, I'm impressed." He said, his eye's taking on that mischievous glint that Stormie often got when planning something that would lead to trouble.
"I'll go get Mom." Said Bradian, looking somewhat guilty. Stormie smiled at her brother.
"OK, and get Devin too. And Bradian? Don't listen to him. You are a very good brother, but remember, it takes both of you to keep me in line. You should be used to it by now." She said with a small grin, Bradian smiled back at her and walked out of the infirmary.
"So, what exactly are you doing in here?" she asked a messy Draco.
Draco blushed, thanking the gods the room was somewhat dark. "I thought I would tell you Johnson, never pull a stunt like that on me again, I will kick your ass, understood?" Stormie laughed.
"Yes sir Cap'n, any thing you want!" she said, feeling happy for the first time in a while. Draco quietly excused himself and left the infirmary.
"I think he has a thing for you Storms." Said a happy Brite.
"Yeah, I know. I think I have a thing for him too. But I'm afraid, Brite. I'm so scared that if he finds out a bout last year, well you know." She bit her lip, close to crying.
"Um. Storms?" Ginny asked, standing beside Brite. "Your Mum, well she kind of told me about last year. Why didn't you tell me? I would have kept it secret, I promise." Stormie gave her best friend a weary smile.
"I know Gin-Gin, but well, I guess I wasn't ready to share. It's not because I didn't want to tell you, I was just waiting till I felt I could tell you and not break down." Ginny looked at the small girl lying in the bed. Her strawberry hair a tangle and her skin pale.
"It's OK Storms, but just so you know, I'm always here for you, well maybe not right now, I'm going to bed. Night Brite, night Storms." she gave each of them a hug and left.
"Well, you defiantly have an awesome little group here. I mean sure it's nothing big, but they're good." Brite said, his gaze still on the door Ginny had disappeared through.
"When in the hell did you get your ears pierced?" Stormie demanded of her older brother, who in turn smiled sheepishly.
"Well, Heather lik-"
"HEATHER! Not Heather that was a complete bitch to me and Mel, Heather. Right, Brite?" Brite backed up from the bed a little before nodding.
"BRITE LEE JOHNSON! How could you? That's so gross!" Stormie said, not wanting to picture the cow hanging all over her favorite brother.
"What? She went and lost some weight, got a tan, and ended up looking, well hot." He said with a shrug.
Before Stormie could tell her brother off for his choice in girls her mother and Devin came through the doors, along with Madam Pomfry.
"MOMMY!" Stormie yelled, she hadn't called her mother that sience her first year.
"Oh my baby!" Italy said, taking her daughter into a break bone hug.
~*~*~*~*~*
Stormie sat in the Great Hall. It was the third day of Christmas vacation; she had gotten out of the hospital wing earlier that day.
"Brite, can you please pass the salt?" Bradian asked his twin.
"Salt, brother dearest." Brite handed the salt to his brother.
"Would you two cut that out? It's just strange." The twins had been playing jokes, breaking rules, and switching identities all day long. And would have pulled it off if Brite didn't have his ears pierced.
"Aren't you just the spoilsport?" asked Brite.
Stormie stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Where are mom and Devin?" Stormie asked, noticing they weren't at lunch.
"They went to that little town place, the all magical people place, I think." Said Brite looking thoughtful.
"You mean Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked. Brite grinned at the girl next to his sister.
"Good one kid. Yeah I think that's what it's called." Brite said. He took a bite out of his sandwich, getting the ketchup on his upper lip. He grinned and Stormie and Ginny laughed.
Stormie rolled her eyes while her friend turned trademark weasley red.
"In case you haven't noticed Brite, she's not that much of a kid." Bradian told his twin, giving Ginny an appraising look. Stormie just about choked on her pumpkin juice at hearing her brother hit on her Friend.
"Um. I see what you mean, quite a looker, aint she?" Brite said, Ginny was becoming redder by the minute.
"Bye you guys, were going to Hogsmead! NO, you two stay here." She said as the boys stood to go with them. "We have to go. Christmas shopping. Quite dull really, unless you would like to go to dress shops with us and hold our bags while we try on tons of different things?" Both boys sat down quickly and began planning their future pranks.
Stormie and Ginny walked down the cold snowy road of Hogsmead towards the Three Broomsticks pub. It was always a good place to meet up with people, and Stormie knew Devin wouldn't be able to resist the urge to show off his ability of the piano. As long as she could remember her most obnoxious brother, had played the piano. He had often played it for her while she practiced her ballet, but she didn't dance anymore. Not since last year, that's when it had all started.
Stormie mentally scolded herself. 'Damn girl, it was last year, get a fucking hold on your self!' Ginny noticed the look that Stormie was unconsciously sporting.
"Storms? Are you OK?" Ginny asked the smaller girl.
"Yeah Gin-Gin, why wouldn't I be?" Stormie said with a forced smile, Ginny frowned more at this, but didn't push the issue. If there was one thing she had learned about Stormie was that she didn't talk about any thing until she wanted to. Even to Melody.
They picked their way through the crowd of people. Most where dancing gaily on the floor (OK I know that there probably isn't a dance floor, but THIS is MY story and I have decided to make the puppets dance ::winks::). Stormie took in the scene before her; she couldn't find anyone that was supposed to be in school with her. She sighed, she had hoped to at least get a glance at Draco; she quickly pushed the thought of the blonde Slytherin out of her head. She had decided her life was just too complicated and it would be cruel to let him know how complicated, besides, it might just make things worse for both of them. She wasn't sure she could give him what he wanted.
'What if he wanted a repeat of the kitchen, would I be able to? Or would I freak out on him for something he didn't do?' she couldn't risk it, she liked him way to much to hurt him that way, sure it would put a bruise on his ego, but he would get over that. She started to reflect on what had happened that night in the kitchen.
She had had a bad dream, one that she couldn't remember. Sometimes the ones she couldn't remember were the worse, almost as if they would fit into the places of her memory where she drew a blank. She had sought refuge in the kitchen, and than he had showed up. She had needed the touching, she would have welcomed him to be rough, but he was gentle. She had needed human contact, more than a hug or holding, she had needed something to tell her that she was alive and a normal fifteen-year old girl, but she knew she wasn't normal. She would never be normal, she would never be able to love a man. She was ruined, dirty, a disgrace. No matter what her family said, no matter what the psychiatrist in the states had said, what had happened had been partly her fault. She could have stopped it, she could have told someone, but she didn't.
'Why didn't I tell someone?' she questioned herself. 'Because you're a chicken shit who was afraid that Professor Freda would yell at her, or hurt her, hurt her more than before. But worse was the thought of no one believing her.'
"STORMS!" Stormie looked up to see Ginny standing by a table. "What are you doing? I have been calling you for like, ten minutes. Come on, I found a table." Stormie allowed her self to be pulled to a table not far from the stage. Ginny went to go get them something to drink, leaving Stormie all alone with her thoughts.
**FLASHBACK**
The soft hum of Swan Lake washed slowly over her. She was standing in the middle of the room with five other girls, as always she was the smallest. She went through the moves, trying hard not to make a mistake, or hear her Ballet Professors screams of "NO NO NO NO! WHAT WAS THAT? WHAT WAS THAT SUPPOSE TO BE? START OVER! START OVER NOW!" she had always been excellent in Ballet, he just made her nervous, ever since her second year when she had signed up for the classr. He was always watching her more closely than the other students. Always held her back longer, making her be the last one to dress in and the last one to leave.
"MRS. JOHNSON! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE YOU ARE FLOATING! NOT STOMPING!" yelled Prof. Freda, his mangy dark hair pulled into a cruel, tight, ponytail. He came bounding over to her, yelling at her to stay after class.
"But.but.Prof. I have to go to lunch, please sir, I will practice harder!" tears and begun to fall down her face, but he ignored the little fourth year's plea, and stalked off to yell at his next unsuspecting victim. The class was dismissed and every one else went to dress out of their practice suits and back into the gray robes of Moonbeam Academy. Stormie stood there, in the middle of the room. Still dripping with sweat from her hard workout. Her light green outfit sticking to her pale skin, wisps of her fire red hair coming out of the neat Ballet bun they were told to wear during practice.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
"Stormie!" Stormie was yanked out of her memories by Ginny shaking her. Stormie looked up into Ginny's dark brown eyes. She looked scared. Stormie felt the salt rivers of tears falling from her eyes, she couldn't stay there, the walls were starting to close in on her, they would crush her, and she had to get out.
"Um. I have to go Gin, I will see you back at school." With that Stormie plowed through the people and out the doors, ignoring the other girl's plea for her to stop, she kept running, she ran till she couldn't breathe, she ran till she felt her lungs burst into flames, she ran until she collapsed in the snow.
Stormie looked around her; there were no houses, no people, just what she needed. To be all alone. To be able to remember, to be able to forget.
A/N: OK, I wrote this chapter in 6th hour Algebra, God that man can just go on and on and on. GOD MR. FOWLER, PLEASE, SHUT UP! OK, I feel better now. Um. I have decided to thank a couple of people before this chapter, so here it goes.
Kat- thanks for making this all readable! Mrs. Boshears- thanks for telling me I needed to practice typing, I mean come on, and can you think of a better way to practice? My dogs Stormie and Draco (Don't ask.) My cousin Bradian. My bestest friend Britely (her name is pronounced Brite- lee) and all of the other little people I had to step on to get this up! Oh and of course, I thank Mr. Fowler for having the most boring class on earth, which in turn made me have to find a way to keep myself awake, thus Storms was born. THANKS! OK I'm done rambling, enjoy the chapter!
~*Kisses*~
Stormie opened her eyes; she was in a very dark room. 'It must be night.' She thought to herself. She rolled over and took in the scene before her. Bradian and Ginny were asleep on a couch, Draco was not to far away from them, books piled up on a table in front of him, and then Bradian and Melody were asleep at another table with books. What she just saw hit her with full impact, she whipped her head around to look at the boy sleeping next to Ginny. That was diffenatly the Bradian she knew. She turned back to the Bradian next to Melody, his hair was a little lighter, he was somewhat less freckled, and he had an earring in each ear, it was Brite.
"BRITE!" she yelled, startling all the people around her. "Brite! When did you get here? How long have I been here? Where's Mom? Devin?"
"Be quite Storms, you'll get us all kicked out." He said smiling at his sister. "I got here the night you went into your coma, Mom and Devin are sleeping in their rooms, it was out turn to watch you. And you have been here for a bout two weeks." He said.
"Two weeks?" she gasped, "But. but, that means I missed the last two weeks before vacation!" she groaned. Brite laughed.
"We thought that you wouldn't mind, by the way, nice place this Hogwarts is. I have decided to stay with you. It turns out Bradian isn't all that well equipped to control a pissed Stormie. I heard all about you and Pansy. By the way, nice blackmail, I'm impressed." He said, his eye's taking on that mischievous glint that Stormie often got when planning something that would lead to trouble.
"I'll go get Mom." Said Bradian, looking somewhat guilty. Stormie smiled at her brother.
"OK, and get Devin too. And Bradian? Don't listen to him. You are a very good brother, but remember, it takes both of you to keep me in line. You should be used to it by now." She said with a small grin, Bradian smiled back at her and walked out of the infirmary.
"So, what exactly are you doing in here?" she asked a messy Draco.
Draco blushed, thanking the gods the room was somewhat dark. "I thought I would tell you Johnson, never pull a stunt like that on me again, I will kick your ass, understood?" Stormie laughed.
"Yes sir Cap'n, any thing you want!" she said, feeling happy for the first time in a while. Draco quietly excused himself and left the infirmary.
"I think he has a thing for you Storms." Said a happy Brite.
"Yeah, I know. I think I have a thing for him too. But I'm afraid, Brite. I'm so scared that if he finds out a bout last year, well you know." She bit her lip, close to crying.
"Um. Storms?" Ginny asked, standing beside Brite. "Your Mum, well she kind of told me about last year. Why didn't you tell me? I would have kept it secret, I promise." Stormie gave her best friend a weary smile.
"I know Gin-Gin, but well, I guess I wasn't ready to share. It's not because I didn't want to tell you, I was just waiting till I felt I could tell you and not break down." Ginny looked at the small girl lying in the bed. Her strawberry hair a tangle and her skin pale.
"It's OK Storms, but just so you know, I'm always here for you, well maybe not right now, I'm going to bed. Night Brite, night Storms." she gave each of them a hug and left.
"Well, you defiantly have an awesome little group here. I mean sure it's nothing big, but they're good." Brite said, his gaze still on the door Ginny had disappeared through.
"When in the hell did you get your ears pierced?" Stormie demanded of her older brother, who in turn smiled sheepishly.
"Well, Heather lik-"
"HEATHER! Not Heather that was a complete bitch to me and Mel, Heather. Right, Brite?" Brite backed up from the bed a little before nodding.
"BRITE LEE JOHNSON! How could you? That's so gross!" Stormie said, not wanting to picture the cow hanging all over her favorite brother.
"What? She went and lost some weight, got a tan, and ended up looking, well hot." He said with a shrug.
Before Stormie could tell her brother off for his choice in girls her mother and Devin came through the doors, along with Madam Pomfry.
"MOMMY!" Stormie yelled, she hadn't called her mother that sience her first year.
"Oh my baby!" Italy said, taking her daughter into a break bone hug.
~*~*~*~*~*
Stormie sat in the Great Hall. It was the third day of Christmas vacation; she had gotten out of the hospital wing earlier that day.
"Brite, can you please pass the salt?" Bradian asked his twin.
"Salt, brother dearest." Brite handed the salt to his brother.
"Would you two cut that out? It's just strange." The twins had been playing jokes, breaking rules, and switching identities all day long. And would have pulled it off if Brite didn't have his ears pierced.
"Aren't you just the spoilsport?" asked Brite.
Stormie stuck her tongue out at her brother. "Where are mom and Devin?" Stormie asked, noticing they weren't at lunch.
"They went to that little town place, the all magical people place, I think." Said Brite looking thoughtful.
"You mean Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked. Brite grinned at the girl next to his sister.
"Good one kid. Yeah I think that's what it's called." Brite said. He took a bite out of his sandwich, getting the ketchup on his upper lip. He grinned and Stormie and Ginny laughed.
Stormie rolled her eyes while her friend turned trademark weasley red.
"In case you haven't noticed Brite, she's not that much of a kid." Bradian told his twin, giving Ginny an appraising look. Stormie just about choked on her pumpkin juice at hearing her brother hit on her Friend.
"Um. I see what you mean, quite a looker, aint she?" Brite said, Ginny was becoming redder by the minute.
"Bye you guys, were going to Hogsmead! NO, you two stay here." She said as the boys stood to go with them. "We have to go. Christmas shopping. Quite dull really, unless you would like to go to dress shops with us and hold our bags while we try on tons of different things?" Both boys sat down quickly and began planning their future pranks.
Stormie and Ginny walked down the cold snowy road of Hogsmead towards the Three Broomsticks pub. It was always a good place to meet up with people, and Stormie knew Devin wouldn't be able to resist the urge to show off his ability of the piano. As long as she could remember her most obnoxious brother, had played the piano. He had often played it for her while she practiced her ballet, but she didn't dance anymore. Not since last year, that's when it had all started.
Stormie mentally scolded herself. 'Damn girl, it was last year, get a fucking hold on your self!' Ginny noticed the look that Stormie was unconsciously sporting.
"Storms? Are you OK?" Ginny asked the smaller girl.
"Yeah Gin-Gin, why wouldn't I be?" Stormie said with a forced smile, Ginny frowned more at this, but didn't push the issue. If there was one thing she had learned about Stormie was that she didn't talk about any thing until she wanted to. Even to Melody.
They picked their way through the crowd of people. Most where dancing gaily on the floor (OK I know that there probably isn't a dance floor, but THIS is MY story and I have decided to make the puppets dance ::winks::). Stormie took in the scene before her; she couldn't find anyone that was supposed to be in school with her. She sighed, she had hoped to at least get a glance at Draco; she quickly pushed the thought of the blonde Slytherin out of her head. She had decided her life was just too complicated and it would be cruel to let him know how complicated, besides, it might just make things worse for both of them. She wasn't sure she could give him what he wanted.
'What if he wanted a repeat of the kitchen, would I be able to? Or would I freak out on him for something he didn't do?' she couldn't risk it, she liked him way to much to hurt him that way, sure it would put a bruise on his ego, but he would get over that. She started to reflect on what had happened that night in the kitchen.
She had had a bad dream, one that she couldn't remember. Sometimes the ones she couldn't remember were the worse, almost as if they would fit into the places of her memory where she drew a blank. She had sought refuge in the kitchen, and than he had showed up. She had needed the touching, she would have welcomed him to be rough, but he was gentle. She had needed human contact, more than a hug or holding, she had needed something to tell her that she was alive and a normal fifteen-year old girl, but she knew she wasn't normal. She would never be normal, she would never be able to love a man. She was ruined, dirty, a disgrace. No matter what her family said, no matter what the psychiatrist in the states had said, what had happened had been partly her fault. She could have stopped it, she could have told someone, but she didn't.
'Why didn't I tell someone?' she questioned herself. 'Because you're a chicken shit who was afraid that Professor Freda would yell at her, or hurt her, hurt her more than before. But worse was the thought of no one believing her.'
"STORMS!" Stormie looked up to see Ginny standing by a table. "What are you doing? I have been calling you for like, ten minutes. Come on, I found a table." Stormie allowed her self to be pulled to a table not far from the stage. Ginny went to go get them something to drink, leaving Stormie all alone with her thoughts.
**FLASHBACK**
The soft hum of Swan Lake washed slowly over her. She was standing in the middle of the room with five other girls, as always she was the smallest. She went through the moves, trying hard not to make a mistake, or hear her Ballet Professors screams of "NO NO NO NO! WHAT WAS THAT? WHAT WAS THAT SUPPOSE TO BE? START OVER! START OVER NOW!" she had always been excellent in Ballet, he just made her nervous, ever since her second year when she had signed up for the classr. He was always watching her more closely than the other students. Always held her back longer, making her be the last one to dress in and the last one to leave.
"MRS. JOHNSON! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE YOU ARE FLOATING! NOT STOMPING!" yelled Prof. Freda, his mangy dark hair pulled into a cruel, tight, ponytail. He came bounding over to her, yelling at her to stay after class.
"But.but.Prof. I have to go to lunch, please sir, I will practice harder!" tears and begun to fall down her face, but he ignored the little fourth year's plea, and stalked off to yell at his next unsuspecting victim. The class was dismissed and every one else went to dress out of their practice suits and back into the gray robes of Moonbeam Academy. Stormie stood there, in the middle of the room. Still dripping with sweat from her hard workout. Her light green outfit sticking to her pale skin, wisps of her fire red hair coming out of the neat Ballet bun they were told to wear during practice.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
"Stormie!" Stormie was yanked out of her memories by Ginny shaking her. Stormie looked up into Ginny's dark brown eyes. She looked scared. Stormie felt the salt rivers of tears falling from her eyes, she couldn't stay there, the walls were starting to close in on her, they would crush her, and she had to get out.
"Um. I have to go Gin, I will see you back at school." With that Stormie plowed through the people and out the doors, ignoring the other girl's plea for her to stop, she kept running, she ran till she couldn't breathe, she ran till she felt her lungs burst into flames, she ran until she collapsed in the snow.
Stormie looked around her; there were no houses, no people, just what she needed. To be all alone. To be able to remember, to be able to forget.