"...I am very sorry to tell you this, but Grace has passed. The funeral
will be on Sunday morning; you are most welcome to come. If not I will send
my regards and see you back at Hogwarts on Monday.
I am sorry,
Dumbledore." Charisma stared at the letter as a warm, soft tear ran down her cheek. "Oh, Charisma" Harry put his arm around her. "Just leave me alone" cried Charisma and ran out of the hall.
Charisma ran as fast as she could, not knowing where her feet were going to take her.
She felt guilty, Guilty that she wasn't there to say goodbye. Guilty that she had left Grace alone, while she enjoyed herself. Guilty that she couldn't and didn't to anything to save her. Guilty that in a way she was relieved that she didn't have to wait any longer to hear those words. She felt angry, angry that the muggles had given Grace this disease. Angry that Dumbledore had to write a stupid letter to tell her. Angry that she'd never see her best friend again. Angry that the stupid fucking world was against her. She felt defeated; the dumb, lazy muggles had defeated her. She tasted revenge; she wanted to rid the world of muggles so badly that she'd live in Azkaban for eternity for it. She felt alone; there was no one there to comfort her anymore. No one there to help her now. No one to share jokes with, and have girl nights. No one to talk about triumphs with. No one. Just no one. But worst of all she felt...different. No words can really describe how she felt. She felt empty. A piece of her spirit had gone with Grace. And would be gone forever.
Finally Charisma stopped running. And found herself along the lake. That's when all the memories flooded her mind...
****** "Charisma that's my dress" cried a 7 year old Grace. "No it's not. It's mine!" whined Charisma. "Uncle Dumblydore" Grace started getting frustrated. "Now, now girls, Just wear something different," said a young Dumbledore. "OK" the girls went off and came back in 5 minutes wearing the same clothes. As they saw each other they giggled. "Uncle Dumblydore, we're sisters" said Grace putting her arm around Charisma. "Yep" nodded Charisma.
Charisma smiled with her arm around Grace, they were now 13. "We're gonna be famous mum" she said still smiling. "And we're going to rule the world," said Grace standing tall. "You know what Grace," Grace looked at Charisma "Nothing will ever tear us apart"
"Nothing will ever tear us apart" chanted Charisma and Grace as the recited a spell. The room flashed purple and the girls laughed. They were 16 now. "Oh my gosh, you'll never guess what" said Charisma excitedly. "What?" Grace bit her lip. "I...you know, with Josh the other day" Charisma glowed. "You didn't?" squealed Grace. Charisma nodded. "I did." "I thought you looked brighter than usual at the end of your 16th. But I just thought it was the lights." The girls laughed.
"I can't believe your first time was with Christian!" exclaimed Charisma. "Oh don't say anything," said Grace worriedly. "That's what best friends are for" beamed Charisma. "Grace I have to tell you some things." Grace looked at Charisma and knew this wasn't going to be good. "Mum and dad have arranged a marriage for me" said Charisma taking Grace's hands. "Well, that's a major bummer." "Which means we're moving, In a months time to England." Charisma lowered her had. Grace pulled her hands away from Charisma. "But school doesn't start until September." "Dad wants us to go early so we pick up the accent and so that things aren't weird." a tear fell down Charisma's cheek. Grace hugged her. "No matter what, nothing will stop us from being friends."
"No matter what, nothing will stop us from being friends." The girls let go of each other. "Bye Grace, Love you heaps!" Charisma blew her a kiss. "Don't forget to write! Love you too!" Grace blew one back. Charisma smiled and her and her family left. *****
Charisma cried some more. She couldn't live anymore. She ran into the water as fast as she could. As it reached her knees she started to freeze. She started chattering and kept on running. Further and further she ran. As soon as it got to deep for her, she swam. She got as far out as she could and stopped swimming. She let go of everything. Her spirit, her mind, her soul. She was sacrificing herself, and the lake accepted it. She blacked out and slowly started to sink.........
A/N - If anyone didn't pick it up, between the ***** is Charisma reliving the times with Grace.
Dumbledore." Charisma stared at the letter as a warm, soft tear ran down her cheek. "Oh, Charisma" Harry put his arm around her. "Just leave me alone" cried Charisma and ran out of the hall.
Charisma ran as fast as she could, not knowing where her feet were going to take her.
She felt guilty, Guilty that she wasn't there to say goodbye. Guilty that she had left Grace alone, while she enjoyed herself. Guilty that she couldn't and didn't to anything to save her. Guilty that in a way she was relieved that she didn't have to wait any longer to hear those words. She felt angry, angry that the muggles had given Grace this disease. Angry that Dumbledore had to write a stupid letter to tell her. Angry that she'd never see her best friend again. Angry that the stupid fucking world was against her. She felt defeated; the dumb, lazy muggles had defeated her. She tasted revenge; she wanted to rid the world of muggles so badly that she'd live in Azkaban for eternity for it. She felt alone; there was no one there to comfort her anymore. No one there to help her now. No one to share jokes with, and have girl nights. No one to talk about triumphs with. No one. Just no one. But worst of all she felt...different. No words can really describe how she felt. She felt empty. A piece of her spirit had gone with Grace. And would be gone forever.
Finally Charisma stopped running. And found herself along the lake. That's when all the memories flooded her mind...
****** "Charisma that's my dress" cried a 7 year old Grace. "No it's not. It's mine!" whined Charisma. "Uncle Dumblydore" Grace started getting frustrated. "Now, now girls, Just wear something different," said a young Dumbledore. "OK" the girls went off and came back in 5 minutes wearing the same clothes. As they saw each other they giggled. "Uncle Dumblydore, we're sisters" said Grace putting her arm around Charisma. "Yep" nodded Charisma.
Charisma smiled with her arm around Grace, they were now 13. "We're gonna be famous mum" she said still smiling. "And we're going to rule the world," said Grace standing tall. "You know what Grace," Grace looked at Charisma "Nothing will ever tear us apart"
"Nothing will ever tear us apart" chanted Charisma and Grace as the recited a spell. The room flashed purple and the girls laughed. They were 16 now. "Oh my gosh, you'll never guess what" said Charisma excitedly. "What?" Grace bit her lip. "I...you know, with Josh the other day" Charisma glowed. "You didn't?" squealed Grace. Charisma nodded. "I did." "I thought you looked brighter than usual at the end of your 16th. But I just thought it was the lights." The girls laughed.
"I can't believe your first time was with Christian!" exclaimed Charisma. "Oh don't say anything," said Grace worriedly. "That's what best friends are for" beamed Charisma. "Grace I have to tell you some things." Grace looked at Charisma and knew this wasn't going to be good. "Mum and dad have arranged a marriage for me" said Charisma taking Grace's hands. "Well, that's a major bummer." "Which means we're moving, In a months time to England." Charisma lowered her had. Grace pulled her hands away from Charisma. "But school doesn't start until September." "Dad wants us to go early so we pick up the accent and so that things aren't weird." a tear fell down Charisma's cheek. Grace hugged her. "No matter what, nothing will stop us from being friends."
"No matter what, nothing will stop us from being friends." The girls let go of each other. "Bye Grace, Love you heaps!" Charisma blew her a kiss. "Don't forget to write! Love you too!" Grace blew one back. Charisma smiled and her and her family left. *****
Charisma cried some more. She couldn't live anymore. She ran into the water as fast as she could. As it reached her knees she started to freeze. She started chattering and kept on running. Further and further she ran. As soon as it got to deep for her, she swam. She got as far out as she could and stopped swimming. She let go of everything. Her spirit, her mind, her soul. She was sacrificing herself, and the lake accepted it. She blacked out and slowly started to sink.........
A/N - If anyone didn't pick it up, between the ***** is Charisma reliving the times with Grace.