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The Next Day
Slightly shaken I sat up from where I lay on the floor covered in sweat. Many things were happening, but my mind could make sense of little that was going on around me. The world was dark, of that much I was sure. Slowly, the din that had been nuzzling around my head began to make sense and figures began to form before my blurred eyes.
When the world again made sense, I saw the hooded figure standing before me. The voice that had once spoken in my head returned again.
"Welcome child," the words danced across my brain. "How do you feel?"
How did I feel? Dizzy that was for certain, but what else? I closed my eyes and focused on my inner self. There was something there that I had never known before, something that was not me. This presence mixed with my own and I felt great, powerful…dangerous.
A chuckle resounded through my head as the cloaked figure offered a hand to help me stand up. Then his cold hand met the burning flesh of my forehead. I found my self pushed at what I presumed to be my father.
"Take him home, let him rest; when I need him, he will know."
A laugh ran through me full of malice and destruction. I can remember being ushered towards a fire place, and everything around me turned green. The next thing I knew it was dark.
A squeaking sound and a faint light told me that my bedroom door was opening. A figure came into my room and looked upon me while I was sleeping. I had no desire to open my eyes, I only wanted to sleep. However, I did wish to see who it was that was disturbing my slumber. I only opened my eyes a sliver, but it was enough to discern that it was my mother who stood in the room. She stayed for a moment, but then she left shutting the door with her, and the light was gone.
I tried to return to my sleep, but a pain in my left arm was prohibiting me from doing so. As I was roused more and more into consciousness, I became aware of the fact that I was wearing my full robes and not my night clothes. Try as I might I could not remember the events of the night before. As I had never before been drunk, I doubted that this was the case. Sitting up, I could feel my tangled hair as it fell around my face.
Deciding that it was beyond time to put on my night clothes, I pulled my self reluctantly out of my bed. I pulled my robe off over my head, and in the mirror I could see my scrawny limbs sticking out from my small body. If there was one thing I hated it was my body. My knees were dangerously close to being wider than my legs and my ribcage showed through my torso. Skinny, pale, there wasn't one thing about myself that was appealing, but it was beyond my caring now. It didn't matter.
It was then I realized, in the dim light of my bedroom, the dark spot on my left fore arm. I turned my eyes away from my mirror and looked at my arm; things came rushing back at me too quickly to comprehend. I remembered: the voice, the safety, the pain. The memories that had been hidden returned to my thoughts yet I knew not what exactly I had done. Young and naïve, I looked at it as a blessing. I was going to get help, I would be strong.
My bedroom door opened rather quickly turning me from my thoughts. As I stood their clad only in my underpants my father entered my room. Too stunned at the appearance of my father in my room, I had no time to feel embarrassed at being undressed. That is until I saw my father recoil at the sight of my small frame.
He covered quickly and said, "Get dressed," in his deep and terse voice before closing my door as roughly as he had opened it.
My gaze once again turned to the mirror. I straightened myself up and brushed the hair back out of my eyes. Some how, I knew that things would be different now. I was going to be alright.
Taking a sigh, I headed to my closet and pulled out a clean robe and dressed. There was an odd feeling inside of me as I dressed that morning. I felt compelled to look once again into the mirror. With clothes hiding my measly stature, I felt better already. I examined myself carefully, as I never had before. For some reason, it had always repulsed me to watch myself in the mirror, yet today, I could not stop. My hair had grown to an unusual length over the summer and was presently touching the back of my shoulders.
An idea came slowly to me and I reached inside my dresser for a comb. I brushed through my tangles and pulled my hair into a pony tail at the base of my neck. I don't exactly know why, but it made me look more dignified. It even occurred to me that if I could gain a little weight, I might actually not look that bad. Realizing the amount of time I had let slip by me, I hurried down the stairs into the house.
Much to my surprise, I found that there was a breakfast sitting on the table in the kitchen. Disbelief held me from going to it and eating; cautiously I looked up at my father.
"Eat, we have to go soon."
Go? Again? I had never been invited to go anywhere with my father before yesterday, and now he had asked me again. I could feel the pacing of my heart increase. Who knew where we would go; who knew if it was bad or good. All I knew was that it was different.
While I sat and ate, I could feel my father standing close behind me. And then, in a strange manner, his large hand clasped my shoulder causing me to jump slightly. This first fatherly gesture shown to me- instead of causing comfort- threw chills down my spine. I had the distinct feeling that something awful had begun, although at the time, I did not understand it.
Once I had finished breakfasting, my father pulled me again to the fire place. I began to fear that we might be going to the place where we had been the night before when he informed me that we were going to go to Diagon Alley.
It was a strange thing to accompany my father on this visit; I had never before been allowed to go and get my school things. The best that I could figure was that what had happened last night- what ever it had been- had raised me in my father's favor. This was something with which I could deal. Feeling slightly important, I strode into the fire place and headed off to Diagon Alley.
I had only been here once or twice with my mother when my father had been working, and I had never been able to go to most of the stores that I had wanted. But when I had been here, my mother had bought me ice cream. The memory filled me with nostalgia as I remembered one of the only happy times of my childhood. I had not seen my mother all morning when I ate which was a very strange thing. However I had no time to ponder this as my father emerged from behind me and began to do a once over checking me for soot.
We began to move down the streets and throughout the various shops. Every where you turned there were children buying thing for school, and adults frantically trying to control their smallest of children. It occurred to me that soon, I would be out of school and could begin my own life. I rather doubted that there would be any one who wanted to spend the rest of their life with me, but I could at least be away from my accursed home and do things in my way.
My father and I progressed through the streets and into the robe shop. As I would be graduating this year, I would need new robes to wear for the reception. My father led me to the tailor who was to measure me. I was actually having robes made for me! The overnight change that had come to my life was bewildering and I could not grow accustom to the idea.
While the tailor was measuring the distance between my shoulders, a tall blond man walked proudly into the shop. He appeared to know my father well as he immediately strode over to where we stood and began talking to him.
"Vlad, allow me to introduce you to my son, Severus," my father began as he made a presenting motion to me, "Severus, this is Vladimir Malfoy." I stuck my hand out as manners would have me do, but my hand was not received. Malfoy was giving me a careful inspection. Finally he spoke-
"A little small yet, but that will change now wont it?" His smile hid something manic, like one which is concealing something wonderfully important. "I daresay he will lose his meek appearance before the end. I am sure Lucius will help him to learn the ropes of his new" he smirked "…endeavor."
I wasn't quite sure what all of it meant, but I knew that somehow, people would begin to look at me differently. I had been in the same house as Lucius Malfoy for six years and he hadn't even taken notice of me, and now he was going to show me the ropes of- well of what had no matter to me then. Any thing that changed things this much was golden as far as I was concerned.
When I had finished being measured, I found my father still speaking with Mister Malfoy. I did not wish to disturb the conversation, so I stood there for a moment. When my father noticed me, he handed me a bag of money and told me to go pick up my books. Shock again took me as I headed out of the store with a money bag in my robe pocket. I smiled; a rare occurrence.
There was something mysterious about the book store that held me. I began to feel that I could lose myself here for hours as I had oft done in the library of school. All the books that I needed were set up front, but for some reason, I found myself wandering to the older books at the back. Somehow my body knew exactly where I was going although my mind had no idea. But I found myself in front of a certain book reaching my hand up to grab the ancient spine.
The front cover of the book was decorated with a multitude of symbols, and in the center there was a large eye. I could not tear my eyes away from the old cover. But then, something strange happened. The eye winked at me and the book was no longer in my hands. Perplexed as I was, I began to back away from spot where I had stood a moment before holding the book. It had just disappeared into thin air! It just…it was there and then-
My back collided with something hard what ever it was said, "Oh!" I turned around to see a brunette that had fallen to the floor. Immediately rushed to her side to help her stand up; despite my sour disposition, I wasn't a prick.
"Oh Gods! I'm sorry!" I said while grabbing the girl's elbows and helping her to stand. She began to turn to see what she had collided into and I was captivated by her radiant blue eyes. In that moment time stopped and nothing existed except me and this girl. We were the universe; we were everything and nothing else mattered.
However, we were still in the process of standing p and this impeded our progress. It was not long before we had both now fallen to the floor; she falling on top of me, but the intensity of her eyes never leaving my own. Slowly this time we helped each other to stand. When we had finally risen, I was not sure if what I was standing on was solid ground; I felt that it might give way under my feet at any moment.
For one glorious moment the two of us stood, hands held eyes locked. And in this one simple moment I was filled with a kind of captivation that had of yet been foreign to me. I knew not, why I stood there or why the world seemed to stop spinning. All I knew was that it had and I was better for it. It may have been a figment of my imagination, or a mere projection of my will, but it appeared that the distance between our lips was slowly getting smaller and smaller. It seemed that we would have no choice but to collide if we carried on like we were, but for some reason, I wanted to collide. To get as close as possible.
"Emma!" the single word interrupted our connection and brought me back to reality. I was still holding the girl's hands. She looked up at me pleadingly, but for what I could not be sure. I felt her squeeze my hands before she dropped them and backed away. "Good bye," she whispered before turning and leaving me. And all I could do was watch her, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
"Wait!" I was again beginning to collect my thoughts, but it appeared too late. My hand fell to my side as I watched the girl leave, and to myself muttered, "Goodbye, Emma."
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I am ending the chapter here!!! Not over there!!! I am hyper and in dance class so I have to tell you that this was fun, I have lots of plot for this story and it excites me. but I will write Moonlight tomorrow, and there will be sooner updates now, I promise!!! Okay so I must go now, but this will be up again by next week, and then I will post moonlight by tomorrow or the next day. Read lost its fun! But it's a play! If u really wanna make me happy read Façade, its very angsty and it is complete!
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