Chapter 2: I Can't Break A Promise

I walked back to the common room. Ron kept apologizing but I refused to say anything back knowing I would end up yelling. Besides I had lost all hope. I had no energy left within me.

As we reached to portrait of the fat lady Harry said, "United we stand."

We walked in Ron still asking for forgiveness. Everyone in the room looked at me pity in their eyes. I slumped into a chair near the fireplace, placing my head on the palm of my hand and closed my eyes.

"Why don't you just break the promise though?" he asked innocently.

I exploded. I slapped Ron.

"WHY DON'T I BREAK A PROMISE! BECAUSE I CAN'T YOU IDIOT! I'M A FAIRY! I CAN'T BREAK A PROMISE UNTIL I BREAK THE MOTHER FUCKING CURSE!" I bellow at him.

Everyone was staring at me but I didn't give a shit what they were thinking right then. Ron placed his hand over his face where I slapped him. There was a red handprint where I had hit him.

"Fine I forgive you. Accio potion box," I mumbled. From the bedroom flew a silver box I owned. It landed softly in my out stretched hands and I pried the lid off. I took out a red powder and added water to it.

"Here," I handed him the potion, "soak a towel in it and place it on your cheek. The pain will go away faster."

And with that I went to my bed. I wanted to cry as I plopped down on top of the comforter. I'd rather be dead than be Malfoy's slave. But I couldn't kill myself, my magic prevented that.

It's said that fairies are to live to fifty before they can be killed. But I was a royal fairy so I was to live to at least a thousand. But I once heard that fairies can be killed at a young age, not that I know how, I mean I wound have tried it be now.

I know there's a way to break the spell. My friend was able to do it before. So he was a guy, big deal. Anything a guy could do I could just as well if not better.