Foolishness. That's my problem. I let my curiousity get the better of me and look what I got for it!
When we moved into the house I was struck with curiosity about the past. I wanted to know what the owners had been like. I wanted to know how to decorate the house so that it would look as much like it did in the 1800s. Of course, I never said I thing about it to Harry. We had a family, after all.
One year ago, when Anna was ten and Michael was seven, I told Harry about my dream of seeing the past of our home. He didn't like the idea, but he knew that he couldn't stop me from going, so he relented. I got my hands on a time turner.
The day I left, I made Harry promise not to tell the children where I was going. They were at school at the time. He took my hand in his and told me to be careful. I laughed and promised I would. But I couldn't keep that promise to him.
I magicked myself the beautiful dress that I wear right now. That I'm doomed to where for the rest of my existence.
I twisted the time turner back and back and back. My wrist became swore with the
movements. Until finally, I disappeared from his view and appeared in the Southern states in 1863. It was hot and dry. The dust swirled around me as carriages pulled by horses ran to and fro around my home.
I saw a man beating a pregnant black woman and ran to push him away from her. I had forgotten that this was forbidden. The man shoved me away and I hit the dirt hard. I got up, though. I ran back to him and tried to pull him away from the woman. Thank goodness Harry thought it best if I at least learn to lift weights. I was able to pull him away. I dropped onto my knees and held myself above the woman, shielding her from the man.
I could feel him trying to pull me off of her, but I made myself heavier than I truly am and I gripped the ground hard. The man hit me and smacked me. The blood was drenching my dress and was rolling down my back. I heard some voices and yelling and sound of someone falling to the ground before I was fully unconscious.
*******
I awoke to an old African American woman pressing a wet cloth to my forehead. My breath was heavy and I felt as though I was losing life.
"Miss," the old woman said kindly, "are you feeling all right?"
I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. It hurt to much.
"Miss, we thank you saving my granddaughter's life and the life of her baby." The
pregnant woman stepped forward, nodding her thanks.
A man came forward and pulled the old woman back. "Is she gonna live?"
"I don' know, Solomon. I don't know. It don't look like she will," the old woman said
gravely. "If she makes it through the night she probably will."
But I didn't.
***********
I died that night, so long ago, from my wounds. I lost too much blood and in this time they didn't know of modern medicine.
I have lived in this house for so long. I died here and shall remain here for the rest of my existence. Over one hundred and fifty years. Don't ask me how. I don't know. I don't know what happened while I was alive. All I know is that was the little bit of time that I wasn't here. I wasn't here for that time because I was alive. It's hard to explain, so don't ask me about it.
Just because Harry and I had perfect lives didn't mean we weren't tormented by Lord Voldemort. In fact, Harry and I thought we had gotten him. But I know better. Harry doesn't know. I don't think he does.
We were terrorized by him before we were married so we fled to America. Voldemort left the U.S. alone mostly. He wanted control of Europe before he bothered with the rest of the world.
There are rumors that he's coming back to kill Harry, Anna, and Michael. I can only pray that those are false.
When we moved into the house I was struck with curiosity about the past. I wanted to know what the owners had been like. I wanted to know how to decorate the house so that it would look as much like it did in the 1800s. Of course, I never said I thing about it to Harry. We had a family, after all.
One year ago, when Anna was ten and Michael was seven, I told Harry about my dream of seeing the past of our home. He didn't like the idea, but he knew that he couldn't stop me from going, so he relented. I got my hands on a time turner.
The day I left, I made Harry promise not to tell the children where I was going. They were at school at the time. He took my hand in his and told me to be careful. I laughed and promised I would. But I couldn't keep that promise to him.
I magicked myself the beautiful dress that I wear right now. That I'm doomed to where for the rest of my existence.
I twisted the time turner back and back and back. My wrist became swore with the
movements. Until finally, I disappeared from his view and appeared in the Southern states in 1863. It was hot and dry. The dust swirled around me as carriages pulled by horses ran to and fro around my home.
I saw a man beating a pregnant black woman and ran to push him away from her. I had forgotten that this was forbidden. The man shoved me away and I hit the dirt hard. I got up, though. I ran back to him and tried to pull him away from the woman. Thank goodness Harry thought it best if I at least learn to lift weights. I was able to pull him away. I dropped onto my knees and held myself above the woman, shielding her from the man.
I could feel him trying to pull me off of her, but I made myself heavier than I truly am and I gripped the ground hard. The man hit me and smacked me. The blood was drenching my dress and was rolling down my back. I heard some voices and yelling and sound of someone falling to the ground before I was fully unconscious.
*******
I awoke to an old African American woman pressing a wet cloth to my forehead. My breath was heavy and I felt as though I was losing life.
"Miss," the old woman said kindly, "are you feeling all right?"
I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. It hurt to much.
"Miss, we thank you saving my granddaughter's life and the life of her baby." The
pregnant woman stepped forward, nodding her thanks.
A man came forward and pulled the old woman back. "Is she gonna live?"
"I don' know, Solomon. I don't know. It don't look like she will," the old woman said
gravely. "If she makes it through the night she probably will."
But I didn't.
***********
I died that night, so long ago, from my wounds. I lost too much blood and in this time they didn't know of modern medicine.
I have lived in this house for so long. I died here and shall remain here for the rest of my existence. Over one hundred and fifty years. Don't ask me how. I don't know. I don't know what happened while I was alive. All I know is that was the little bit of time that I wasn't here. I wasn't here for that time because I was alive. It's hard to explain, so don't ask me about it.
Just because Harry and I had perfect lives didn't mean we weren't tormented by Lord Voldemort. In fact, Harry and I thought we had gotten him. But I know better. Harry doesn't know. I don't think he does.
We were terrorized by him before we were married so we fled to America. Voldemort left the U.S. alone mostly. He wanted control of Europe before he bothered with the rest of the world.
There are rumors that he's coming back to kill Harry, Anna, and Michael. I can only pray that those are false.