Soon she saw her mother walking into the kitchen. Long black hair like Layla's just with out the silver in it. It was also curly and had no bangs. She wore her apron that was blue and yellow. Under the apron was a pair of blue jeans and a white blouse. She looked like Layla had seen her when she was only 4, still vivid as if it where yesterday. Her mother looked to her as if not expecting her, "Layla, honey, what on earth are you doing here?"
Layla blinked, "I'm home mum"
Her mother smiled and swiftly walked over to her but kept a small gap between them Layla wanted to fill, "you shouldn't be here. Your papa will be downstairs any minute and I don't think you should be here when he gets here."
Layla's tears kept falling down her cheek, "mum I have been waiting to see you for so long. Why did you have to leave me?" a gentle smile looked to her but the tears never followed, "I think you already know that dear."
Steps came from upstairs and lead down the stairs. A voice followed, "darling, who are you talking to?" It was a man's voice. Masculine and deep, yet gentle. The man walked into the kitchen, young but had the pure silver hair that resembled Layla's grandfather, but it was short and combed back. He also wore a set of business robes, navy blue in color, and a briefcase he was holding with his left hand, "Laylies?" he asked to her.
Layla couldn't keep back the emotion when she saw him, "papa!" he ran to him and hugged him tight to her making him drop the briefcase. She felt him as if he where real, and then she knew this wasn't a dream. It was too real to be one. She stepped back, "I'm not dreaming am I?" she asked plain out.
Both her parents looked at each other, and her father answered "you are not dead yet, but you are close to it. Muggles would call it something of a coma. You have the choice now." Her mother continued, "you can either stay with us leaving you earthly things and friends behind, or you can go back and finish you life the way it is meant to be. You will see us again, but it will just be a little longer." The same gentle smile covered her face again.
Layla looked to the ground she didn't want to go, " I want to stay with you two. But then I would have to leave pape and wood and all my other friends. But I would live with you guys forever wouldn't I?" they both nodded, and her father looked to her, "your pape told me once that you should know the difference between what's right and what's easy. Now I pass those words to you and you know what you have to do"
As much as she wanted to stay, she knew that her father was right. She only nodded.
Just then she felt like she was being pulled away by an invisible rope or wind. She looked to each of her parents a final time but not the last, "I will see you both again, when the times right." She forced a smile at them and they smiled back and replied, "until then" the house, kitchen, and her parents slowly faded away.
Layla fell into the darkness again, and then she felt the softness of the bed she loved so much. She was in the hospital wing and she knew she was back when the pain from her injuries had returned. Her eyes slowly opened and slowly came into focus. Madam Pomfrey was standing over her, "welcome back" a slight smile could be seen from the corner of her mouth and Layla gave a weak smile back.
No one else was in the wing. But the curtains were covered around her bed. She heard a few students complain of small things in order to escape class, but the school nurse just sent them away.
During the day she had looked at her side that was all bandaged up and the figured her back was also mended in the same manner.
The thoughts of her near death experience was circling in her mind as she so desperately tried to keep the pictures of her parents alive in her mind. She also wanted to wait for her pape to come and see her. Until then the nurse stuffed chocolate into her making her feel as is she was a stuffed pig. This gave her body a rush of warm energy but it made her stomach sick. She had a few flowers and candies set around her bed. Not too many due to the fact that a select few knew of her disappearance and even a more select few knew of her injuries.
Also she didn't feel like thinking about much of the previous nights accounts but knew she would have to relive it and the rest of her account to her pape before it was said and done.
After school had gotten out. Her friends came to see her including Oliver Wood. they didn't ask what happened they just said they where glad she was back. Wood brought lilies for her and she loved them. Placing them to her right side on a small table. But still her pape didn't show.
It became later in the evening and her dinner was brought to her. she gladly ate it and sat back just twiddling her thumbs. Still her grandfather didn't show and it became so late that Layla drifted off to sleep.
Layla blinked, "I'm home mum"
Her mother smiled and swiftly walked over to her but kept a small gap between them Layla wanted to fill, "you shouldn't be here. Your papa will be downstairs any minute and I don't think you should be here when he gets here."
Layla's tears kept falling down her cheek, "mum I have been waiting to see you for so long. Why did you have to leave me?" a gentle smile looked to her but the tears never followed, "I think you already know that dear."
Steps came from upstairs and lead down the stairs. A voice followed, "darling, who are you talking to?" It was a man's voice. Masculine and deep, yet gentle. The man walked into the kitchen, young but had the pure silver hair that resembled Layla's grandfather, but it was short and combed back. He also wore a set of business robes, navy blue in color, and a briefcase he was holding with his left hand, "Laylies?" he asked to her.
Layla couldn't keep back the emotion when she saw him, "papa!" he ran to him and hugged him tight to her making him drop the briefcase. She felt him as if he where real, and then she knew this wasn't a dream. It was too real to be one. She stepped back, "I'm not dreaming am I?" she asked plain out.
Both her parents looked at each other, and her father answered "you are not dead yet, but you are close to it. Muggles would call it something of a coma. You have the choice now." Her mother continued, "you can either stay with us leaving you earthly things and friends behind, or you can go back and finish you life the way it is meant to be. You will see us again, but it will just be a little longer." The same gentle smile covered her face again.
Layla looked to the ground she didn't want to go, " I want to stay with you two. But then I would have to leave pape and wood and all my other friends. But I would live with you guys forever wouldn't I?" they both nodded, and her father looked to her, "your pape told me once that you should know the difference between what's right and what's easy. Now I pass those words to you and you know what you have to do"
As much as she wanted to stay, she knew that her father was right. She only nodded.
Just then she felt like she was being pulled away by an invisible rope or wind. She looked to each of her parents a final time but not the last, "I will see you both again, when the times right." She forced a smile at them and they smiled back and replied, "until then" the house, kitchen, and her parents slowly faded away.
Layla fell into the darkness again, and then she felt the softness of the bed she loved so much. She was in the hospital wing and she knew she was back when the pain from her injuries had returned. Her eyes slowly opened and slowly came into focus. Madam Pomfrey was standing over her, "welcome back" a slight smile could be seen from the corner of her mouth and Layla gave a weak smile back.
No one else was in the wing. But the curtains were covered around her bed. She heard a few students complain of small things in order to escape class, but the school nurse just sent them away.
During the day she had looked at her side that was all bandaged up and the figured her back was also mended in the same manner.
The thoughts of her near death experience was circling in her mind as she so desperately tried to keep the pictures of her parents alive in her mind. She also wanted to wait for her pape to come and see her. Until then the nurse stuffed chocolate into her making her feel as is she was a stuffed pig. This gave her body a rush of warm energy but it made her stomach sick. She had a few flowers and candies set around her bed. Not too many due to the fact that a select few knew of her disappearance and even a more select few knew of her injuries.
Also she didn't feel like thinking about much of the previous nights accounts but knew she would have to relive it and the rest of her account to her pape before it was said and done.
After school had gotten out. Her friends came to see her including Oliver Wood. they didn't ask what happened they just said they where glad she was back. Wood brought lilies for her and she loved them. Placing them to her right side on a small table. But still her pape didn't show.
It became later in the evening and her dinner was brought to her. she gladly ate it and sat back just twiddling her thumbs. Still her grandfather didn't show and it became so late that Layla drifted off to sleep.
