Ok. Here I am again, a bit calmer than last time I have no doubt. Thank you so much to all my wonderful reviews, who love me!! I'm trying to make Alex's character more realistic. Is everything still making sense?
A cookie to those of you who can tell me where the quote comes from and why I used it!
Disclaimer---I'll tell you what. I'll let JK Rowling borrow my characters, and we'll be even.
Chapter 8
Dedication~ for because she is reading my fic and moving at the same time, and I sympathize.
Also for Christina, who gave me an extremely nice review.
Majestic because she gave me the idea for Alex's dream sequence (did you know you did that? :-P )
And CarmenEmilia, because I want her to read this
Last of all for all of you, cause I want to give it to you and can't think of anything creative to say.
"Let freedom ring let the white dove sing. Let the whole world know that today is the day of reckoning. Let the weak be strong. Let the right be wrong. For all that's stole away let the guilty pay. It's independence day."
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A house I will not name, in a town I shall not mention, at a time I can not tell
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The moment Emma rang the bell at Hermione's old home, she got the feeling she had made a very big mistake. It took awhile for the resident to answer the door, and when he did, his clothing was disarrayed, and he seemed more than a little annoyed.
"Yes?" Demanded the large blond man with a growl.
Emma's hand, which was still holding the receipt she had found, began to shake. Even in her frightened state she began to compare the man in front of her to the two small boys she adored. Alex had something of his forehead; Rion shared his straw colored hair and blue eyes. That was where the similarities ended however. While Rion's blue eyes were sweet, trusting and endearing, this man's hard eyes screamed violence and fear. While the two boys were some of the cutest and most darling children Emma had ever seen, this man indeed appeared to be quite a pig.
"Well! What do you want!"? The man demanded
Emma was mentally beating herself up for even considering Hermione returning to this thing. She didn't speak, and nearly jumped out of her skin when the man ripped the now forgotten receipt from her fingers.
"Hermione." He snarled. "Hermione and the brats. Looks like she's finally started rolling in the dough. Perhaps it's time I pay my dear family a little visit." And he stomped past Emma, pushing her into a large holly bush.
"Oh God." Moaned Emma as she carefully picked up herself up, not bothering to mend the various cuts and pricks that inhibited her. "What have I done!"?
She had to get to Hermione. Had to warn her. But she didn't know exactly where Hermione was. It was already late, and it would no doubt take hours to find her.
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Alex's bed room, Weasley Manor, 11:07 pm
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(A\n This part takes place in a nightmare. Hopefully you know that. )
Alex's heart was in his throat, pounding frantically. He squeezed his eyes shut, but he knew what would be there when he opened them again. He had been here so many times before. Sure enough, there he was, on a white ornate bench, on the side of a road. The road looked like any road, it could be the one you are living on right now. Most prominate in this setting however, was the large two story just down from Alex. From where he was sitting he could not make out the street name, only an I and an E were visible in the first word, only a D in the second one. Of course, he didn't need to see the address. Alex had once lived on this street. That was his old house.
And then, like always, the scene shifted dizzyingly, and Alex found himself in his living room, he looked nervously out the window, the pane bouncing his reflection, much younger than normal back at him. Knowing what was going to happen, Alex whimpered slightly and backed quickly away from the window. He heard the door opened, and then a man entered the room, causing Alex to forget any ideas he may have had that this was only a dream. It was now reality, Alex saying his words as if they were written lines.
The man slumped down on the couch in front of Alex. Any adult would have been able to see the man was in a bad mood, they would have noticed the untamed fury in his eyes. But Alex?" Alex was only four. He looked down and saw a picture and a few crayons on the floor in front on him. It was a magic wand, with sparks and flowers flying out the end of it. Alex thought it was beautiful, and although Rion had only gurgled at him when Alex had shown his baby brother the picture, Alex felt sure that he too felt the picture was pretty.
"Daddy!" Shrieked Alex in delight, running over to the man's knee. "Look at my pic-ture!"
The man glared at him, but Alex only smiled sweetly back, shoving the paper in to his father's hands.
"Alexander." His father growled menacingly. "DON'T DRAW SHUCH AS THAT! THERES NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!"
And he pushed the little boy roughly away Alex toppled, crying out, into his Daddy's telescope.
The instant he felt the object give way beneath him, the moment he heard the crash, Alex knew something bad was coming. He tried to cower behind the mess, but of course if was no use. The older man got to his feet with steely determination, screaming at the boy.
"THAT'S THE THIRD THING YOU'VE BROKEN THIS WEEK YOU LITTLE BRAT. WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU."
Alex started crying long before his father's hand hit him for the first time, but his tears had no affect on his father's anger.
"DON'T YOU CRY AT ME BOY! YOU OUGHT TO BE MORE GROWN UP THAN THAT BY NOW!"
Alex's small body shook, trying to control his tears, but they coursed down his cheeks anyway.
"I'm sorry Daddy! I'm sorry! I'll be more grown up I promise. I won't break anything. Stop Daddy please!" As her curled his small form against the assault, both verbal and physical, the scene shifted again.
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Master Bedroom, 11:17 pm
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Hermione was awoken from a dreamless sleep by anguished shrieks and sobbing from far down the hallway. "Alex!" her mind screamed, trying to clear away the sleepy stiffness that was plaguing her limbs. She jumped out of the bed, stubbing her toe on the nightstand. She stumbled a moment because of this, but the pain jolted her awake. She threw open the door, and ran down the hallway towards her son's room, barely registering the fact that Ron was on her heels.
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Alex's Room 11:15 pm
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(A\n Ok, I'm skipping around a little. I can do that. I have the ability to control time. Bahahahahaha!)
When the scene change was again complete, Alex found himself in the—that—well, he didn't remember what it was that Mummy had called that place, but it was the other house. That house where they had gone after Mummy had come in and found him and Daddy. The house where the ladies in uniforms smiled tightly and asked him silly questions over and over again. The house where Mummy spent most of her time in the bed, wild eyed and murmuring slightly. Alex found him self at his mother's bedside now, and reached out a small hand to touch her forehead.
"Don't worry Mummy." He whispered to her. "I'm a big boy now. I'll take care of you and Ri." At the end of this sentence his voice grew more hollow, and the scene changed again.
This time the colors in his dream were brighter, but at the same time less distinct, as if they had not yet been decided. Alex seemed far above the scene this time, rather than in it. Daddy was back again. This time pushing Mummy and Rion in a…car. Mummy was crying, and seemed to be yelling angrily at Daddy. Alex watched in horror as he backhanded her to get her to shut up, but Mummy didn't listen. Rion was watching this scene from his car seat, the joy in his eyes turning to confusion, to fear. Of course. Ri didn't understand how Daddy was. Suddenly, Rion burst into tears. Alex shut his eyes at this point, but he could see Daddy shouting at Rion now anyway. Suddenly he felt himself begin to fall, and he screamed as he both felt and heard the wind whipping past his ears.
Just when all seemed lost he felt someone catch him and saw Ron and Harry standing there. At the sight of Ron Alex himself reflexively felt safer. But that didn't mean Mummy and Rion were safe. He began to sob into Ron's shirt.
End of dream
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"Alex!" Hermione and Ron shouted, shaking the boy gently. "Wake up! It's ok! You're ok!"
Alex woke up with a start to see Mummy and Ron looking at him in concern. His cheeks were wet with tears and sweat; his bedcovers twisted around him like vines. He clung to the both of them not speaking for several minutes. Finally however, he managed to utter a small request.
"Can I stay in your room tonight?"
Ron carried him back to the Master bed room.
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Rion's room 11:30 pm
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Rion was also dreaming, and his dream, like Alex's, was also about his father. But Rion's dream was very different from Alex's.
The setting of his dream looked very much like the setting of the picture that he so loved, which Mummy had enchanted so that only he could see what the picture really was of.
This time he, Mummy, Daddy and Alex were all having a picnic to celebrate Daddy coming home. He was sitting on Daddy's shoulders while Mummy and Alex played tag.
"I love-a you Daddy." He giggled.
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Master Bedroom, 11:30 pm
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Hermione and Ron had tucked Alex securely in the middle of the bed. He looked much calmer now, and more than a little sleepy.
"Mummy sleeps here." Alex whispered, patting one side of the bed. "And Ro-Daddy sleeps here." He finished, patting the other side. Hermione and Ron looked at each other.
At once both of them tried to explain why this sleeping arrangement simply could not work, but Alex seemed positively fearful at the idea of not having Ron there, and both adults gave in.
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A\n- Ack! I keep putting off the stuff I keep telling you is in the next chapter. But I felt this was a good place to stop. (Are you happy Majestic? No cliff hanger from hell this time) Next time I swear the business deal will be discussed, Hermione will not be happy, QQS will throw a Christmas party, Mr. Evil ex husband might make an appearance, Blancoeeb will do something…And other stuff will happen too…I think… Read and Review with any comments, compliments, complaints, ideas...whatever.
Oh! If anyone would be interested in reading my original novel (which I plan on getting published one day after I fine tune it) Let me know, I'm considering posting it.
Let me point you in the right direction now shall I?
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