Never Too Late
Chapter 9: Just Go *Soundtrack Chapter*
Alex stormed out of the hospital in the dead of night. (I'm kinda numb) He had returned to see how his father was doing only to see him and her kissing. (It's so distorted) Her, a stranger to him by the name of Hermione. (You left me here with this damage that you've caused) He felt betrayed. (My tortured faces) His father was in love with another woman, a woman who he thought would most likely try to replace his mother. (I've fucked up places) Alex walked into the night until he reached his destination, not caring of the rain falling from the sky. (In my memories none of them I've lost, but...)
(I haven't been here long enough to know Every time I feel this I just lose control Such a cancer on the face of everything that's beautiful I wish that this would just go, go.)
The graveyard looked even more intimidating at night more that it did in the day. (It's kinda sick) For Alex, however, fear was one thing that was not in his mind. (I feel so dirty) Seeing the gates were closed, he climbed up the wet chain-linked fence and landed on the other side. (I'm kinda tragic kinda insecure) He walked further into the graveyard as the storm pressed on. (But I know that I'm the only) He stopped in front of a solitary tombstone, near an oak tree. (One that can fix whatever's wrong I'm sure, but...)
(I haven't been here long enough to know Everytime I feel this I just lose control Such a cancer on the face of everything that's beautiful I wish that this would just go, go.)
The inscription that it donned read: Loving mother and wife, Cynthia Rebecca Potter August 8th 1982 – May 3rd 2013
Alex fell to his knees onto the wet ground. (I feel so alone) Visions of that day seared through is head. (From all I've become) Tears flowed from his eyes but were lost in the rain. (I'll take you down) His wet black hair covered the sides of his face. (I'll feel so down) He wished he could turn back time to not have made her mad that day. (I'm water while you drown) How he wanted to be held by his mother just one last time, to hear her voice, to smell her perfume, everything that he could remember about her that he held on to. (You're lifted while I'm down) Did his father forget her was a question that ripped through his mind. (I'm cancer in your womb) That notion only increased the anger inside. (I'm the needle in your spoon, but...)
(I haven't been here long enough to know Every time I feel this I just lose control Such a cancer on the face of everything that's beautiful I wish that this would just go, go.)
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Two years ago…
"Alexander Sirius Potter!" said his mother in a stern voice as she walked through the door. "Front and center, young man."
Alex turned to face his mother. His hair was considerably shorter. He donned a black eye and cut lip that was slightly still bleeding. "Explain yourself." She demanded. Her denim blue eyes glared at her son hiding the fact that she would rather just run to him and tend to his wounds than scold him. Her wavy blonde hair was damp from the rain outside and pulled back into a ponytail with a few that were left hanging behind her ears.
"What is there explain?" Alex spoke, just as stern as his mother. "I got into a fight at school."
"A fight? Is that what you call sending a mundane child halfway across your school cafeteria with a spell in front of other mundane?" She raised her voice. "Do you have any idea what you could have caused if that leaked out to the public?"
"Yes," Alex grumbled. "He shouldn't have been teasing me though."
"Perhaps so, but that does not give you permission to use magic in front of others like that even if you are mad. You are grounded for a month. Hopefully that will make you be more aware of your surroundings."
"A month!?" Alex exclaimed. "That is not fair, I never asked to have this power. I never wanted to be a freak! I hate you!" Alex turned and stormed up the stairs, slamming the door closed.
"Is that what you think of us? A bunch of freaks?" She said with tears filling her eyes. A younger Christopher rose up from the couch with an angry look as he glared at the door of his kid-brother. He started to make his way towards the stairs only to be stopped by his mother. "Don't Chris. He just needs some time to cool down." She sniffed.
"He shouldn't have said that, Mom."
She wiped her tears away from her eyes, "I was the same way when I was his age. I should have been expecting this."
The front door opened, Harry walked in soaking wet from the downpour outside. He looked to see his wife teary eyed, "What's wrong, dear?"
Chris left back to the couch as his father came closer to his mother. Cindy immediately hugged Harry when he was close enough. "It's nothing, Alex and I got in a fight, that's all."
"Shall I go up and have a talk with our son?" Harry said. His British accent still leaked through even from all the years in America.
"No. No need. He just needs some time." She let go of her husband. "I need to go pick up Lily."
"Should have called me at work. I would have went and got her."
"No, I know you are busy. Besides I think its good for me to get out for a breather."
"Okay then, just be careful out there." Harry gave her a kiss before she left, not knowing it would be the last time he and his sons saw her alive.
A loud roar of thunder rolled throughout the sky as lightening struck off in the distance of the cemetery. Alex sat at his mother's grave, digging his knees in the wet ground in front of her tombstone.
"I'm sorry." He cried. "I take it back, Mom. I take it back." A warm sensation overcame his shoulder as if someone placed his or her hand upon it. He looked to see nothing, but he still felt it. It was comforting, like how he felt whenever his mother did so. He placed his hand over the sensation, hoping to feel whatever is causing it. His tears came to a gradual halt as well as the rain.
"Ain't this just heartwarming." A cold voice said behind him, startling him. He quickly turned around and stood up to see that he wasn't alone anymore. A man with scraggly wet hair and cold gray eyes stood before him with his hand pointed at Alex. "Looks like I will be getting even after all. Two Potters in the same day, I bet that's a record."
"I'm guessing you are the one, who hurt my father, aren't you?" Alex's sadness was quickly replaced with a growing rage.
"Aye that I am, but unfortunately for you, I will not be letting you get away that easily with just a simple cut. He will regret ever for taking me on, by having one of his children die for his actions." The man laughed.
"You forgot one thing, pal."
"Oh?" Said the man, breaking his laughter. "And what is that?"
"You've fucked with the wrong family." Alex's eyes had begun to glow a brilliant green.
"We shall see about that!" He yelled. "INCINERATE!"
Lily's eyes shot open and she rose quickly from her slumber next to her father. Hermione quickly moved to the side of Harry, narrowly missing Lily's head. Chris's eyes shot open next. "Alex!" he yelled.
Harry, still very weak, looked around the room to see where his other son could be. "Where is he? Where is my son?" He looked over to Hermione who could not give an answer.
"He's at mom's grave!" Lily answered. "He's fighting someone. The one who hurt you, Dad!"
Harry struggled but managed to sit up and turn to place his feet on the floor. Hermione stood in front of him, grasping his shoulders. "Harry you must rest. You are still in danger."
"My son is in danger." He said, pushing himself up but having to latch onto Hermione to keep balance. "I will not lie down while my child is out there fighting a fight that is mine to finish."
Chapter 9: Just Go *Soundtrack Chapter*
Alex stormed out of the hospital in the dead of night. (I'm kinda numb) He had returned to see how his father was doing only to see him and her kissing. (It's so distorted) Her, a stranger to him by the name of Hermione. (You left me here with this damage that you've caused) He felt betrayed. (My tortured faces) His father was in love with another woman, a woman who he thought would most likely try to replace his mother. (I've fucked up places) Alex walked into the night until he reached his destination, not caring of the rain falling from the sky. (In my memories none of them I've lost, but...)
(I haven't been here long enough to know Every time I feel this I just lose control Such a cancer on the face of everything that's beautiful I wish that this would just go, go.)
The graveyard looked even more intimidating at night more that it did in the day. (It's kinda sick) For Alex, however, fear was one thing that was not in his mind. (I feel so dirty) Seeing the gates were closed, he climbed up the wet chain-linked fence and landed on the other side. (I'm kinda tragic kinda insecure) He walked further into the graveyard as the storm pressed on. (But I know that I'm the only) He stopped in front of a solitary tombstone, near an oak tree. (One that can fix whatever's wrong I'm sure, but...)
(I haven't been here long enough to know Everytime I feel this I just lose control Such a cancer on the face of everything that's beautiful I wish that this would just go, go.)
The inscription that it donned read: Loving mother and wife, Cynthia Rebecca Potter August 8th 1982 – May 3rd 2013
Alex fell to his knees onto the wet ground. (I feel so alone) Visions of that day seared through is head. (From all I've become) Tears flowed from his eyes but were lost in the rain. (I'll take you down) His wet black hair covered the sides of his face. (I'll feel so down) He wished he could turn back time to not have made her mad that day. (I'm water while you drown) How he wanted to be held by his mother just one last time, to hear her voice, to smell her perfume, everything that he could remember about her that he held on to. (You're lifted while I'm down) Did his father forget her was a question that ripped through his mind. (I'm cancer in your womb) That notion only increased the anger inside. (I'm the needle in your spoon, but...)
(I haven't been here long enough to know Every time I feel this I just lose control Such a cancer on the face of everything that's beautiful I wish that this would just go, go.)
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Two years ago…
"Alexander Sirius Potter!" said his mother in a stern voice as she walked through the door. "Front and center, young man."
Alex turned to face his mother. His hair was considerably shorter. He donned a black eye and cut lip that was slightly still bleeding. "Explain yourself." She demanded. Her denim blue eyes glared at her son hiding the fact that she would rather just run to him and tend to his wounds than scold him. Her wavy blonde hair was damp from the rain outside and pulled back into a ponytail with a few that were left hanging behind her ears.
"What is there explain?" Alex spoke, just as stern as his mother. "I got into a fight at school."
"A fight? Is that what you call sending a mundane child halfway across your school cafeteria with a spell in front of other mundane?" She raised her voice. "Do you have any idea what you could have caused if that leaked out to the public?"
"Yes," Alex grumbled. "He shouldn't have been teasing me though."
"Perhaps so, but that does not give you permission to use magic in front of others like that even if you are mad. You are grounded for a month. Hopefully that will make you be more aware of your surroundings."
"A month!?" Alex exclaimed. "That is not fair, I never asked to have this power. I never wanted to be a freak! I hate you!" Alex turned and stormed up the stairs, slamming the door closed.
"Is that what you think of us? A bunch of freaks?" She said with tears filling her eyes. A younger Christopher rose up from the couch with an angry look as he glared at the door of his kid-brother. He started to make his way towards the stairs only to be stopped by his mother. "Don't Chris. He just needs some time to cool down." She sniffed.
"He shouldn't have said that, Mom."
She wiped her tears away from her eyes, "I was the same way when I was his age. I should have been expecting this."
The front door opened, Harry walked in soaking wet from the downpour outside. He looked to see his wife teary eyed, "What's wrong, dear?"
Chris left back to the couch as his father came closer to his mother. Cindy immediately hugged Harry when he was close enough. "It's nothing, Alex and I got in a fight, that's all."
"Shall I go up and have a talk with our son?" Harry said. His British accent still leaked through even from all the years in America.
"No. No need. He just needs some time." She let go of her husband. "I need to go pick up Lily."
"Should have called me at work. I would have went and got her."
"No, I know you are busy. Besides I think its good for me to get out for a breather."
"Okay then, just be careful out there." Harry gave her a kiss before she left, not knowing it would be the last time he and his sons saw her alive.
A loud roar of thunder rolled throughout the sky as lightening struck off in the distance of the cemetery. Alex sat at his mother's grave, digging his knees in the wet ground in front of her tombstone.
"I'm sorry." He cried. "I take it back, Mom. I take it back." A warm sensation overcame his shoulder as if someone placed his or her hand upon it. He looked to see nothing, but he still felt it. It was comforting, like how he felt whenever his mother did so. He placed his hand over the sensation, hoping to feel whatever is causing it. His tears came to a gradual halt as well as the rain.
"Ain't this just heartwarming." A cold voice said behind him, startling him. He quickly turned around and stood up to see that he wasn't alone anymore. A man with scraggly wet hair and cold gray eyes stood before him with his hand pointed at Alex. "Looks like I will be getting even after all. Two Potters in the same day, I bet that's a record."
"I'm guessing you are the one, who hurt my father, aren't you?" Alex's sadness was quickly replaced with a growing rage.
"Aye that I am, but unfortunately for you, I will not be letting you get away that easily with just a simple cut. He will regret ever for taking me on, by having one of his children die for his actions." The man laughed.
"You forgot one thing, pal."
"Oh?" Said the man, breaking his laughter. "And what is that?"
"You've fucked with the wrong family." Alex's eyes had begun to glow a brilliant green.
"We shall see about that!" He yelled. "INCINERATE!"
Lily's eyes shot open and she rose quickly from her slumber next to her father. Hermione quickly moved to the side of Harry, narrowly missing Lily's head. Chris's eyes shot open next. "Alex!" he yelled.
Harry, still very weak, looked around the room to see where his other son could be. "Where is he? Where is my son?" He looked over to Hermione who could not give an answer.
"He's at mom's grave!" Lily answered. "He's fighting someone. The one who hurt you, Dad!"
Harry struggled but managed to sit up and turn to place his feet on the floor. Hermione stood in front of him, grasping his shoulders. "Harry you must rest. You are still in danger."
"My son is in danger." He said, pushing himself up but having to latch onto Hermione to keep balance. "I will not lie down while my child is out there fighting a fight that is mine to finish."
