The silence in the Potter house was like the calm before a storm. The day outside was nice enough. Tufts and puffs of white drifted across a cerulean sky and birds circled past the shadows of cloud.
Sylvia was outside in the garden, rocking slowly on her swing. Her Weasley red hair fluttered like a flag in the breeze, and the tiny frills of her dress bunched up around her dainty kneecaps.
She was a picture of innocence, the kind of child parents want because they look so perfect and beautiful and pure, so like a child found in a picture book or fairytale.
Sylvia had her father's eyes; currently, they were following the movements of an orange butterfly as it drew invisible patterns through the air. Anything to draw her mind off why her parents were acting like they were. Why her father seemed so distant. And anything to crush the questions inside her mind, questions involving the body the authorities had found, and how that man was associated with her parents...especially her father.
A storm raged inside Harry, and a multitude of barely controlled emotions seethed under Ginny's quiet demeanour. Justin played with some enchanted blocks in the corner, making plastic trains that quietly chugged along the floor and buildings whose doors opened by themselves. But then...
"That man..." Justin started quietly, poking at a block. His parents turned to look at him... Ginny from pretending to read a book and Harry from writing a supposed report for the Ministry...both with curious startled looks.
"What man, baby?" Ginny asked.
"The man dat evewyone says is dead. He's not." Justin said cautiously, stealing a glance at his father. "Draco Mafoy isn't dead."
Ginny's hand flew to her mouth, which was open in an 'O' of surprise.
"But he's weally sick, n' he's sad." Justin looked at his little shoes and started drawing absent-mindedly around the edges of the little dragons on them.
"Oh, oh god -" Ginny finally choked out. "Where did you, I mean, Justin...what happened at school?? Who said anything...that man. The school shouldn't be teaching-"
"Nothing!" Harry yelled. "It's not the school's fault." There was a stony silence, and Harry continued. "Justin is...well, I guess he's a seer, Ginny. And.." The sentence was left unfinished. "Excuse me." Harry threw down his quill. His chair squeaked as he pushed it backwards and got up, walking somewhat dejectedly to the bedroom.
afterdinnermints:
Sorry ^_^ That was more like a sub chapter more than anything. But it seemed to be best if this was a separate chapter from the other things.
Oh dear. Whatever will happen? Draco's not dead?? And still the question remains unanswered - how on Earth does Ginny have a clue about what's going on?
Find out what happens, in the next installment of The Velvet Darkness!
Sylvia was outside in the garden, rocking slowly on her swing. Her Weasley red hair fluttered like a flag in the breeze, and the tiny frills of her dress bunched up around her dainty kneecaps.
She was a picture of innocence, the kind of child parents want because they look so perfect and beautiful and pure, so like a child found in a picture book or fairytale.
Sylvia had her father's eyes; currently, they were following the movements of an orange butterfly as it drew invisible patterns through the air. Anything to draw her mind off why her parents were acting like they were. Why her father seemed so distant. And anything to crush the questions inside her mind, questions involving the body the authorities had found, and how that man was associated with her parents...especially her father.
A storm raged inside Harry, and a multitude of barely controlled emotions seethed under Ginny's quiet demeanour. Justin played with some enchanted blocks in the corner, making plastic trains that quietly chugged along the floor and buildings whose doors opened by themselves. But then...
"That man..." Justin started quietly, poking at a block. His parents turned to look at him... Ginny from pretending to read a book and Harry from writing a supposed report for the Ministry...both with curious startled looks.
"What man, baby?" Ginny asked.
"The man dat evewyone says is dead. He's not." Justin said cautiously, stealing a glance at his father. "Draco Mafoy isn't dead."
Ginny's hand flew to her mouth, which was open in an 'O' of surprise.
"But he's weally sick, n' he's sad." Justin looked at his little shoes and started drawing absent-mindedly around the edges of the little dragons on them.
"Oh, oh god -" Ginny finally choked out. "Where did you, I mean, Justin...what happened at school?? Who said anything...that man. The school shouldn't be teaching-"
"Nothing!" Harry yelled. "It's not the school's fault." There was a stony silence, and Harry continued. "Justin is...well, I guess he's a seer, Ginny. And.." The sentence was left unfinished. "Excuse me." Harry threw down his quill. His chair squeaked as he pushed it backwards and got up, walking somewhat dejectedly to the bedroom.
afterdinnermints:
Sorry ^_^ That was more like a sub chapter more than anything. But it seemed to be best if this was a separate chapter from the other things.
Oh dear. Whatever will happen? Draco's not dead?? And still the question remains unanswered - how on Earth does Ginny have a clue about what's going on?
Find out what happens, in the next installment of The Velvet Darkness!