Dinner went smoothly, well all but for Ron trying to speak to the center
piece thinking that was how we ordered our food. Sometimes I wonder how he
would survive in the muggle world without me or Harry around. That night
was the first night I actually felt more like myself then I had in a long
time, but I also felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown anyone
came up behind me. When they asked me about I told them it was an
aftereffect of the war. If they believed me or not it was hard to say, my
parents let it go while Ron and Harry just gave each other one of those
knowing looks. I had a feeling I would in for a ruff night if I let them
corner me. I knew I would have to get out of talking to them but I had no
idea how I was going to do so. Then Ron, thank the Gods, mentioned he heard
about a dance club in Downtown Disney, and was wondering if we wanted to
check it out tonight. I was all for it and between Ron and me we were able
to talk Harry into joining us. Even though it was years later Harry still
had issues with the Cho thing, like the thought all girls were crazy like
that or something.
We said good night to my parents and started to get ready to go to the club. Ron, Harry, and I shared a room.do to my parents trust in me and the fact that they might as well be adoptive children to them. Ron and Harry took the main room while I got the bathroom. I know Harry was worried about me not only because I heard him talking to Ron about it while we were getting ready, but because he was quite and kept looking at me. He looked at me as though he was trying to figure out a logic puzzle of some kind. While I finished putting on make-up and pinning up my hair I just hoped I could hide the truth from him and everyone else at least until the trip was over. But I had the feeling that, if not to night, my little secret was going be out before this trip was done. As I steeped out of the bathroom that night they looked at me ask if they had never seen me before. If they knew it or not they had a look in their eyes, one similar to those creeps from a few months ago, a look of wanting of and lust. It was the kind of look that made me lock myself in the bathroom and cry like I did four months ago.
I can still hear them yelling at me to open the fucking door. They threatened and they cursed, but nothing would get me to open the door, not to them or anyone else in the world. I didn't want to look at them I didn't want to tell them, I didn't want anything to do with them. If I had to I would have stayed in the bathroom all night. They told me they were leaving and that I could come out, and I would be alone. I heard the door open and close. I waited for five minutes before I got up washed my face to reduce the tear stained look and left my save haven in the bathroom.
I opened the door slowly just an inch or so to see if they were standing in front of the door, then a little farther so I stick my head out and see if they were tricking me and were by the sides of the bathroom. When I didn't see them I felt safe enough to go back to the room area, just my luck I found them sitting on the beds waiting for me to explain to them what happened and why I just flipped out on them. My knees were jell-o, my stomach was liquid, and my head was spinning like the tea cup ride. So many questions were going around in my head. Do I tell them the truth? YES, THEY ARE MY BEST FRIENDS! But if they are your best friends why weren't they their when you need them the most? They are here now that's all that matters, they can help you pick up the pieces of you screwed up life and make sense of it. Where do you start? At the beginning of what happened of course. Do you tell them all of it or part of it? Tell them the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Will they understand? Will they still want to be your friend? What is ultimately going to happen when you tell them? So many questions but not enough answers, at least not enough for me.
Before they even had a chance to demand too much information from me I made it clear the story was long, we weren't going to go clubbing tonight and we might as well change in to our jams. What shocked them the most is that I just when to my suit case undressed and put on my jams. While I chanced they go the chance to see the scars on my back from the bigots who thought they had the right to touch me. They also saw the scars from my cutting, and bruises that were finally about to disappear. Soon they followed my lead and got into what they wore for bed, instead of usual boxers they were wearing a pair of p.j. pants. I asked them if they wanted anything to drink, water, coco, or butter beer that Ron had brought. Once we all decided on butter beer I decided it was time to give them the rings as part of the explanation. I went to the night stand by my bed and brought back with me three velvet pouches. They stared at me in total silences, just waiting for me to say, or do something. I gave them their respected pouch, and began to cry again. Not knowing if I was ready or if I wanted to start. Ron and Harry got up and surrounded me hugging me and encompassing me from all sides. They kept telling me that everything was alright nothing was going to harm me and that they loved me. They always had loved me and they always will that they would never leave me alone unless I demanded it to be so.
With my courage back, I decided it was now or never. We all sat down again. I told them to open the pouches, as they did I explained to them that I wanted to give them both a gift that would tie us together forever. Harry's ring was gold with emeralds all round the band. Between the emeralds were little engravings of snitches. Ron's ring, while similar to Harry's because it, was gold and had sapphires in it instead of emeralds. The jeweler had managed to engrave a bunch of little phoenixes into Ron's ring like I had wanted. My ring was gold like the both of theirs, it had amber in it. I hadn't known what to engrave on my ring but had finally decided to have the Gryffindor lion. I told them that the fact that the rings were done in gold was a joke in itself, being that everyone called us the golden trio. It was lame but that's how I decided to go with gold bands over silver. I also thought the little joke would help us loosen the tension level. With the rings given out I knew it was time for the rest of my story.
We said good night to my parents and started to get ready to go to the club. Ron, Harry, and I shared a room.do to my parents trust in me and the fact that they might as well be adoptive children to them. Ron and Harry took the main room while I got the bathroom. I know Harry was worried about me not only because I heard him talking to Ron about it while we were getting ready, but because he was quite and kept looking at me. He looked at me as though he was trying to figure out a logic puzzle of some kind. While I finished putting on make-up and pinning up my hair I just hoped I could hide the truth from him and everyone else at least until the trip was over. But I had the feeling that, if not to night, my little secret was going be out before this trip was done. As I steeped out of the bathroom that night they looked at me ask if they had never seen me before. If they knew it or not they had a look in their eyes, one similar to those creeps from a few months ago, a look of wanting of and lust. It was the kind of look that made me lock myself in the bathroom and cry like I did four months ago.
I can still hear them yelling at me to open the fucking door. They threatened and they cursed, but nothing would get me to open the door, not to them or anyone else in the world. I didn't want to look at them I didn't want to tell them, I didn't want anything to do with them. If I had to I would have stayed in the bathroom all night. They told me they were leaving and that I could come out, and I would be alone. I heard the door open and close. I waited for five minutes before I got up washed my face to reduce the tear stained look and left my save haven in the bathroom.
I opened the door slowly just an inch or so to see if they were standing in front of the door, then a little farther so I stick my head out and see if they were tricking me and were by the sides of the bathroom. When I didn't see them I felt safe enough to go back to the room area, just my luck I found them sitting on the beds waiting for me to explain to them what happened and why I just flipped out on them. My knees were jell-o, my stomach was liquid, and my head was spinning like the tea cup ride. So many questions were going around in my head. Do I tell them the truth? YES, THEY ARE MY BEST FRIENDS! But if they are your best friends why weren't they their when you need them the most? They are here now that's all that matters, they can help you pick up the pieces of you screwed up life and make sense of it. Where do you start? At the beginning of what happened of course. Do you tell them all of it or part of it? Tell them the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Will they understand? Will they still want to be your friend? What is ultimately going to happen when you tell them? So many questions but not enough answers, at least not enough for me.
Before they even had a chance to demand too much information from me I made it clear the story was long, we weren't going to go clubbing tonight and we might as well change in to our jams. What shocked them the most is that I just when to my suit case undressed and put on my jams. While I chanced they go the chance to see the scars on my back from the bigots who thought they had the right to touch me. They also saw the scars from my cutting, and bruises that were finally about to disappear. Soon they followed my lead and got into what they wore for bed, instead of usual boxers they were wearing a pair of p.j. pants. I asked them if they wanted anything to drink, water, coco, or butter beer that Ron had brought. Once we all decided on butter beer I decided it was time to give them the rings as part of the explanation. I went to the night stand by my bed and brought back with me three velvet pouches. They stared at me in total silences, just waiting for me to say, or do something. I gave them their respected pouch, and began to cry again. Not knowing if I was ready or if I wanted to start. Ron and Harry got up and surrounded me hugging me and encompassing me from all sides. They kept telling me that everything was alright nothing was going to harm me and that they loved me. They always had loved me and they always will that they would never leave me alone unless I demanded it to be so.
With my courage back, I decided it was now or never. We all sat down again. I told them to open the pouches, as they did I explained to them that I wanted to give them both a gift that would tie us together forever. Harry's ring was gold with emeralds all round the band. Between the emeralds were little engravings of snitches. Ron's ring, while similar to Harry's because it, was gold and had sapphires in it instead of emeralds. The jeweler had managed to engrave a bunch of little phoenixes into Ron's ring like I had wanted. My ring was gold like the both of theirs, it had amber in it. I hadn't known what to engrave on my ring but had finally decided to have the Gryffindor lion. I told them that the fact that the rings were done in gold was a joke in itself, being that everyone called us the golden trio. It was lame but that's how I decided to go with gold bands over silver. I also thought the little joke would help us loosen the tension level. With the rings given out I knew it was time for the rest of my story.