Alright. Well we're gearing towards the end of the Secrets Taken...
I've been having a lot of "family" time this week, for special reasons, so I might not be exactly on time with my up coming chapters. This past week has been really hard for me but your reviews and this story has made it easy to deal with.
Sorry if I don't keep my deadline, and enjoy Chapter 36!
THANKS FOR EVERYONE'S REVIEWS!
This chapter is dedicated to someone who is very special to me... I love you and I think about you everyday.
Chapter 36: Wishing Star
Chanse looked up at the stars and listened for any kind of a response.
"She's still at risk," a star sung.
"I hear..." Chanse's voice trailed off as she looked at more stars and
listened.
"Still has her fate." Another one sung.
"I'm still to die," Chanse said in too deep of thought with the stars to
care what she was saying.
"But she was told a wrong fate." Another star rang out.
"She is able to live with one fact that comes true." A star sang.
"Something can let me live," Chanse looked around the stars that went
silent.
The stars seemed to have faded back into the blanket of the sky. One lone star danced in the sky, way up at the top of the sky, by the moon.
Chanse stared at the twinkling star and listened to it's soft singing words. "When the will wants to live but the heart is forced to give up, there's only one thing that can save the heart."
"What do you hear Chanse?" Ronan repeated as he watched Chanse.
Chanse didn't even blink as she stared at the star, but talked to Ronan. "I don't understand. The star is talking in riddles." Chanse broke her gaze and looked back at Ronan.
"That's why centaurs talk so funny. Because when the stars talk to people it's like they put them in a trance and talk through that person." Ronan smirked and then softly smiled at Chanse. "Try again." He encouraged.
Chanse slightly nodded and turned back to the window. She looked back up at the star and listened to its soft song, "When the will wants to live but the heart is forced to give up, there's only one thing that can save the heart."
'What are you talking about?' Chanse thought at the star.
"She is the destined one to die, but there's a hole in the destiny. The will wishes to carry on, while the heart is forced to flee. The heart is fleeing to something dear to it, so something dear to the heart needs to be found here...but there is a time for it all to end. By the full moon there will be no heart left and only a failed will." Chanse sang along with the star in some kind of a trance.
Chanse came out of her daze and looked at the ground. "I'm to die by the next full moon?" Chanse whispered, "And only something dear to my heart will save me? What does 'dear to my heart' mean?" She turned around to Ronan but Ronan was gone. "Ronan?" Chanse whispered as she looked around to see if anyone was there, but no one was.
She looked around some more but couldn't find Ronan. Something moving out of the corner of her eye made her turn back towards the window. Chanse caught glimpse of Ronan leaving Hogwarts and heading towards the Forbidden Forest. Chanse sighed as she watched the large centaur leave Hogwarts.
Ronan turned around when he got to the gate and looked back at Chanse. He nodded his head to her and then pointed at the stars. He seemed to be signally Chanse to look at the stars or remember what they said.
Chanse nodded her head to Ronan and smiled. "I'll remember." She smiled as Ronan disappeared through the gates of Hogwarts and then through the trees of the Forbidden Forest. She placed her hand against the glass and felt the chill of the night air, "I'll try at least." She whispered, as she closed her eyes as the last bit of Ronan's tail disappeared into the darkness of the trees of the forest.
She looked up in the sky at the stars and saw a small star flash across the sky. Chanse let out a small laugh at the star. "A shooting star." She whispered.
A soft whisper of a song from the shooting star filled Chanse's ears. "Wish on a shooting star. Star light, star bright..."
Chanse thought about it for a bit and shrugged. "It couldn't hurt."
She closed her eyes and sang in her head, 'Star light, star bright. The shooting star I'm wishing onto tonight, grant my wish...' Chanse opened her eyes as the tail of the star disappeared. "And give it flight." She whispered.
She cupped her hands together, as if praying, and closed her eyes. 'I'm not wishing that I don't die, because if I did it would be a pointless wish. I'm going to die and wishing on a star won't change it,' Chanse paused her thoughts. 'So I want to wish for something that maybe a star can change.'
Chanse took a moment to collect herself before thinking about her wish, again. 'I don't want anyone to,' Chanse stopped and swayed a little. 'I don't want anyone to...'
She swayed to the side and then fell to the tile floor. She was still conscious but her body felt too heavy to stand on it's own.
The door to her room opened, "I just wished she'd understand me," Someone mumbled.
Chanse turned around and saw Madam Pomfrey walk in, 'Great. The last person that needs to see me on the floor.' Chanse thought as she looked away and back out the window.
"Chanse!" Madam Pomfrey shouted.
"Hello Madam Pomfrey," Chanse said calmly as she looked back over at Madam Pomfrey.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Madam Pomfrey bustled over to Chanse.
"Oh I just thought it would be fun to lay on the floor and scare you." Chanse smirked.
"Chanse Foxlin Potter that better be a joke!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly, with her hands on her hips.
Chanse couldn't help but chuckle, "It is. It is."
Madam Pomfrey sighed in relief and helped Chanse to her feet, "What were you doing out of bed? Trying to escape again?" She helped Chanse back into her bed and started to tuck her in.
"No," Chanse sighed as she laid her hands across the sheets.
"When I find you like that it just makes me not want to let you leave." Madam Pomfrey tucked Chanse's sheets into the bed.
"You're still going to let me leave, right?" Chanse looked worried.
"Do I have a choice?" Madam Pomfrey stopped tucking Chanse in and looked at her.
"What do you mean?"
Madam Pomfrey finished tucking Chanse in and sat down on the bedside, "I mean that if I said no would you not fight."
Chanse looked a little confused. "No. I would argue to leave like I've been doing." She said confidently.
"And if I forbid you to leave would you not leave?"
Chanse looked down, "No. I would leave like I've been doing."
"So let me ask you again," Madam Pomfrey folded over Chanse's sheets and then looked at Chanse, "Do I have a choice?"
Chanse looked at Madam Pomfrey and stared into her eyes. It was like a door had opened up to Chanse and she could finally see some clearness. "No." she whispered.
"Exactly." Madam Pomfrey nodded. "No matter how much I think I have that choice. I don't...Do you know who does?" She whispered.
Chanse looked down at her sheets and whispered back. "I do." She looked up at Madam Pomfrey.
"Exactly," Madam Pomfrey stood up and made sure the bed was all tucked in. "But I do have the choice to ask you a question." Madam Pomfrey chuckled, "What were you doing out of bed?"
Chanse laughed, "I saw a shooting star." She looked out the window where the star once was, "And I just thought..." Her voice trailed off.
"You'd make a wish." Madam Pomfrey said almost coldly.
Chanse looked back at Madam Pomfrey and nodded, "Yeah." She said softly.
"Chanse," Madam Pomfrey looked down at the ground, "Let me tell you something." She looked back up. "Wishes are a way to make yourself feel better," she sighed. "Because in that moment of seeing the star, closing your eyes, and making your wish, you feel like whatever is making you feel bad, sad, angry, or unhappy is gone." She paused. "In that brief moment, something happens that seems to make it disappear."
Chanse looked at Madam Pomfrey and then out the window.
Madam Pomfrey walked to the door and opened it, making Chanse looked over at her. "In that brief moment you feel better." Madam Pomfrey looked down at the tile floor. "Chanse," she looked up at Chanse, "don't fool yourself with wishes."
Chanse looked down at the bed sheet and then back out the window. 'Don't fool yourself with wishes.' Madam Pomfrey's words rang in Chanse's head.
"Sometimes you need to be fooled to know you're alive." Chanse huffed to Madam Pomfrey.
She pushed the sheets back and got out of bed.
"Chanse what are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey gasped.
"I'm finishing what I started." She carefully walked over to the window and placed her hands against the cold glass of the window.
"What's that?" Madam Pomfrey walked back into the room and closed the door behind her.
Chanse kept her hands against the glass and looked over her shoulder at Madam Pomfrey, "My wish."
Madam Pomfrey sighed, "Chanse..."
"I know Madam Pomfrey," Chanse took her hands off the glass and turned around to Madam Pomfrey. "Wishes are to make yourself feel better, and I shouldn't fool myself with them." Chanse shook her head, "But like I said: Sometimes you need to be fooled to know you're alive."
Madam Pomfrey opened her mouth to say something but Chanse quickly cut her off. "If you're never fooled, you're never proven wrong, and life would be easy. Perfect, at that. And in our world the only time life is ever truly perfect is in our dreams. So is your life was perfect, because you were never fooled or proven wrong, how would you be able to tell the difference between the dream world and the real world?"
"Through nightmares."
"Nightmares are only there to show us that even through the imperfection of the real world there's still something good there." Chanse sighed. "But if our world was perfect there would be no imperfection; meaning no reason to show the good through an already perfect world." Chanse paused. "Therefore. No nightmares. Leaving us to ponder if we were in the dream world or real life..."
"So what are you trying to say?" Madam Pomfrey questioned.
"You have to be fooled in order to be proven wrong, to prove life isn't easy. That life isn't perfect, and that there's room for error." She spoke softly, "That you're alive." She sighed. "That you don't live in a dream world but that you live in the real world." Chanse paused for a moment. "So like I said before: Sometimes you need to be fooled to know you're alive."
Chanse turned back around to face the window. "So you need to fool yourself?" Madam Pomfrey questioned again.
"To make sure this isn't a nightmare and that I'm truly alive?" Chanse looked over her shoulder, "Yes."
Madam Pomfrey whispered, "To make yourself feel better..."
"Yes," Chanse turned back around. "I need to make this wish because it will make me feel better. It will make me feel like I tried. I don't need people to know I tried to make myself feel better. I just need to know I didn't it myself to make myself feel better."
"Chanse, wishing on a star won't change anything. It will just make you a fool for kidding yourself like this."
"Maybe it won't. Maybe I am kidding myself with this wish, but it's a chance that this wish could work. And I have nothing else to loose so I don't see why I shouldn't take this chance." Chanse felt her tears build up. "Because I would take this chance, be a fool, and die knowing I tried," Chanse turned back around and looked up at the sky, "rather than not taking this chance, being afraid, and die knowing I let people down."
"That's why you need to make this wish?"
Chanse looked over her shoulder at Madam Pomfrey, "That's why I need to make this wish."
"Then make your wish," Madam Pomfrey sighed. "My words have never been able to stop you before, so don't let my words stop you now."
Chanse placed her hands on the glass of the window, once again, and looked up at the sky. She clasped her hands together, as if praying, and closed her eyes. 'So Madam Pomfrey says that making a wish makes you a fool and that wishes are just a way to make yourself feel better. What if you're wishing to make someone else feel better? Or multiple people to feel better?' Chanse paused, 'Does that still make you a fool? Is it still called a wish?'
Madam Pomfrey watched Chanse as she made her wish. 'Whatever Chanse is wishing for, I hope it comes true.'
Chanse squeezed her hands together. 'I said that I was making this wish to show I'm trying, but I'm really making this wish to take one last big chance in life.' Chanse paused. 'My original wish was that no one would hurt after I died, but I want to change my wish now.' Chanse took a deep breath in, 'I want my wish to be that I don't hurt anyone.'
Madam Pomfrey stared at Chanse and watched as the light from the almost full moon shone around her. The way Chanse had her eyes closed and her hands together made Chanse look like an angel.
'I've accepted the fact that I'm going to die. But I could never accept the fact that someone hurt because of me.' Chanse paused. 'So please. Don't let anyone hurt because of me.'
Chanse opened her eyes and looked up at the sky, 'Star light, star bright. The shooting star I wished onto tonight. Grant my wish,' She thought and then whispered aloud. "Give it flight."
Chanse slowly turned around and looked over at Madam Pomfrey. "You make your wish?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she walked over to Chanse.
"Yeah," Chanse nodded.
Madam Pomfrey held Chanse's arm as she led her back towards her bed, "Now you've made you wish and you'll stay in bed, right?"
Chanse crawled into bed and smirked at Madam Pomfrey, "Do I have a choice?"
Madam Pomfrey smirked back to Chanse, "It's always been your choice, but will you do it for me?"
Chanse nodded, "Alright."
Madam Pomfrey tucked Chanse inside of her bed and smirked down at Chanse, "Now you agreeing to do what I ask must be a first."
"I think it is." Chanse laughed.
"Good night Chanse," Madam Pomfrey chuckled as she headed towards the door to leave.
"Wait," Chanse sat up straight and looked at Madam Pomfrey.
"Yes Chanse?"
"I was wondering," Chanse looked outside at the sky. "When is the next full moon?"
"Why do you care about the moon?" Madam Pomfrey headed towards Chanse.
"I'm just curious. When?" Chanse almost snapped at Madam Pomfrey.
"Tomorrow night. You're asking like there's a reason behind asking."
Chanse let out a quivering gasp, "Tomorrow night?"
"Yes. Now Chanse you're scary me, why do you care about the moon so much?" Madam Pomfrey made her way to Chanse's bedside and looked down at Chanse.
"You're sure?" Chanse whispered.
"Yes," Madam Pomfrey shouted. "Now tell me why."
"I already told you." Chanse slowly began to settle down into her bed.
"When?" Madam Pomfrey shouted as her eyes grew large.
"I told you. I was just curious."
"Not even curiosity could make a person question when the next full moon is, so much," Madam Pomfrey walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down on the side. "Now, please. Tell me."
Chanse sighed as she finished settling into her bed. She looked up at Madam Pomfrey, "If I tell you will you promise to leave right afterwards?"
"I wish I could make that promise," Madam Pomfrey whispered.
"If you can't, then I wish I could tell you." Chanse looked away at the floor.
"Fine."
Chanse looked back up at Madam Pomfrey and took a deep breath in. "Ronan said I was to die when I remembered my past, right?"
"Right."
"Well I'm happy I kept pushing to leave to remember it," Chanse chuckled. "Ronan read the stars wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Yeah, wrong. It's not that I'm to die when I remember everything..."
Madam Pomfrey whispered, "It's when there's a next full moon."
Chanse looked down at her own hands, which were folded on top of the sheets. "Exactly."
"That's why you were so concerned with knowing about the full moon." Madam Pomfrey looked over at Chanse with a mixture of emotions.
Chanse nodded, "I wanted to know how long I have."
"Well," Madam Pomfrey started to talk but Chanse interrupted him.
"Don't forget your promise." She reminded.
"Alright," Madam Pomfrey stood up and walked towards the door. "Be careful Chanse." She whispered before leaving the room.
Chanse closed her eyes, so she wouldn't cry, and listened as the door closed with a click. She opened her eyes to the room being slightly lit by the bright stars and the almost full moon. She slowly looked around the stars as the all seemed to go brighter and brighter. She stared at them, waiting for them to say something to her or exploded. She looked around some more and stopped on a faint star just north of the moon. She noticed that the brighter all the other stars grew the more this faint star stood out.
A small soft voice, from the faint star, sang, "Forgive us for your pain."
Chanse closed her eyes, 'It's not their fault.' She thought. "It's no one's fault." She whispered aloud. She slowly opened her eyes, "I just need you to guide me. To tell me what's right...please?"
She looked out at the star that shown faintly and slowly grew brighter and brighter until it just seemed to go out. No blast. No nothing. Just darkness.
I've been having a lot of "family" time this week, for special reasons, so I might not be exactly on time with my up coming chapters. This past week has been really hard for me but your reviews and this story has made it easy to deal with.
Sorry if I don't keep my deadline, and enjoy Chapter 36!
THANKS FOR EVERYONE'S REVIEWS!
This chapter is dedicated to someone who is very special to me... I love you and I think about you everyday.
Chapter 36: Wishing Star
Chanse looked up at the stars and listened for any kind of a response.
"She's still at risk," a star sung.
"I hear..." Chanse's voice trailed off as she looked at more stars and
listened.
"Still has her fate." Another one sung.
"I'm still to die," Chanse said in too deep of thought with the stars to
care what she was saying.
"But she was told a wrong fate." Another star rang out.
"She is able to live with one fact that comes true." A star sang.
"Something can let me live," Chanse looked around the stars that went
silent.
The stars seemed to have faded back into the blanket of the sky. One lone star danced in the sky, way up at the top of the sky, by the moon.
Chanse stared at the twinkling star and listened to it's soft singing words. "When the will wants to live but the heart is forced to give up, there's only one thing that can save the heart."
"What do you hear Chanse?" Ronan repeated as he watched Chanse.
Chanse didn't even blink as she stared at the star, but talked to Ronan. "I don't understand. The star is talking in riddles." Chanse broke her gaze and looked back at Ronan.
"That's why centaurs talk so funny. Because when the stars talk to people it's like they put them in a trance and talk through that person." Ronan smirked and then softly smiled at Chanse. "Try again." He encouraged.
Chanse slightly nodded and turned back to the window. She looked back up at the star and listened to its soft song, "When the will wants to live but the heart is forced to give up, there's only one thing that can save the heart."
'What are you talking about?' Chanse thought at the star.
"She is the destined one to die, but there's a hole in the destiny. The will wishes to carry on, while the heart is forced to flee. The heart is fleeing to something dear to it, so something dear to the heart needs to be found here...but there is a time for it all to end. By the full moon there will be no heart left and only a failed will." Chanse sang along with the star in some kind of a trance.
Chanse came out of her daze and looked at the ground. "I'm to die by the next full moon?" Chanse whispered, "And only something dear to my heart will save me? What does 'dear to my heart' mean?" She turned around to Ronan but Ronan was gone. "Ronan?" Chanse whispered as she looked around to see if anyone was there, but no one was.
She looked around some more but couldn't find Ronan. Something moving out of the corner of her eye made her turn back towards the window. Chanse caught glimpse of Ronan leaving Hogwarts and heading towards the Forbidden Forest. Chanse sighed as she watched the large centaur leave Hogwarts.
Ronan turned around when he got to the gate and looked back at Chanse. He nodded his head to her and then pointed at the stars. He seemed to be signally Chanse to look at the stars or remember what they said.
Chanse nodded her head to Ronan and smiled. "I'll remember." She smiled as Ronan disappeared through the gates of Hogwarts and then through the trees of the Forbidden Forest. She placed her hand against the glass and felt the chill of the night air, "I'll try at least." She whispered, as she closed her eyes as the last bit of Ronan's tail disappeared into the darkness of the trees of the forest.
She looked up in the sky at the stars and saw a small star flash across the sky. Chanse let out a small laugh at the star. "A shooting star." She whispered.
A soft whisper of a song from the shooting star filled Chanse's ears. "Wish on a shooting star. Star light, star bright..."
Chanse thought about it for a bit and shrugged. "It couldn't hurt."
She closed her eyes and sang in her head, 'Star light, star bright. The shooting star I'm wishing onto tonight, grant my wish...' Chanse opened her eyes as the tail of the star disappeared. "And give it flight." She whispered.
She cupped her hands together, as if praying, and closed her eyes. 'I'm not wishing that I don't die, because if I did it would be a pointless wish. I'm going to die and wishing on a star won't change it,' Chanse paused her thoughts. 'So I want to wish for something that maybe a star can change.'
Chanse took a moment to collect herself before thinking about her wish, again. 'I don't want anyone to,' Chanse stopped and swayed a little. 'I don't want anyone to...'
She swayed to the side and then fell to the tile floor. She was still conscious but her body felt too heavy to stand on it's own.
The door to her room opened, "I just wished she'd understand me," Someone mumbled.
Chanse turned around and saw Madam Pomfrey walk in, 'Great. The last person that needs to see me on the floor.' Chanse thought as she looked away and back out the window.
"Chanse!" Madam Pomfrey shouted.
"Hello Madam Pomfrey," Chanse said calmly as she looked back over at Madam Pomfrey.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Madam Pomfrey bustled over to Chanse.
"Oh I just thought it would be fun to lay on the floor and scare you." Chanse smirked.
"Chanse Foxlin Potter that better be a joke!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly, with her hands on her hips.
Chanse couldn't help but chuckle, "It is. It is."
Madam Pomfrey sighed in relief and helped Chanse to her feet, "What were you doing out of bed? Trying to escape again?" She helped Chanse back into her bed and started to tuck her in.
"No," Chanse sighed as she laid her hands across the sheets.
"When I find you like that it just makes me not want to let you leave." Madam Pomfrey tucked Chanse's sheets into the bed.
"You're still going to let me leave, right?" Chanse looked worried.
"Do I have a choice?" Madam Pomfrey stopped tucking Chanse in and looked at her.
"What do you mean?"
Madam Pomfrey finished tucking Chanse in and sat down on the bedside, "I mean that if I said no would you not fight."
Chanse looked a little confused. "No. I would argue to leave like I've been doing." She said confidently.
"And if I forbid you to leave would you not leave?"
Chanse looked down, "No. I would leave like I've been doing."
"So let me ask you again," Madam Pomfrey folded over Chanse's sheets and then looked at Chanse, "Do I have a choice?"
Chanse looked at Madam Pomfrey and stared into her eyes. It was like a door had opened up to Chanse and she could finally see some clearness. "No." she whispered.
"Exactly." Madam Pomfrey nodded. "No matter how much I think I have that choice. I don't...Do you know who does?" She whispered.
Chanse looked down at her sheets and whispered back. "I do." She looked up at Madam Pomfrey.
"Exactly," Madam Pomfrey stood up and made sure the bed was all tucked in. "But I do have the choice to ask you a question." Madam Pomfrey chuckled, "What were you doing out of bed?"
Chanse laughed, "I saw a shooting star." She looked out the window where the star once was, "And I just thought..." Her voice trailed off.
"You'd make a wish." Madam Pomfrey said almost coldly.
Chanse looked back at Madam Pomfrey and nodded, "Yeah." She said softly.
"Chanse," Madam Pomfrey looked down at the ground, "Let me tell you something." She looked back up. "Wishes are a way to make yourself feel better," she sighed. "Because in that moment of seeing the star, closing your eyes, and making your wish, you feel like whatever is making you feel bad, sad, angry, or unhappy is gone." She paused. "In that brief moment, something happens that seems to make it disappear."
Chanse looked at Madam Pomfrey and then out the window.
Madam Pomfrey walked to the door and opened it, making Chanse looked over at her. "In that brief moment you feel better." Madam Pomfrey looked down at the tile floor. "Chanse," she looked up at Chanse, "don't fool yourself with wishes."
Chanse looked down at the bed sheet and then back out the window. 'Don't fool yourself with wishes.' Madam Pomfrey's words rang in Chanse's head.
"Sometimes you need to be fooled to know you're alive." Chanse huffed to Madam Pomfrey.
She pushed the sheets back and got out of bed.
"Chanse what are you doing?" Madam Pomfrey gasped.
"I'm finishing what I started." She carefully walked over to the window and placed her hands against the cold glass of the window.
"What's that?" Madam Pomfrey walked back into the room and closed the door behind her.
Chanse kept her hands against the glass and looked over her shoulder at Madam Pomfrey, "My wish."
Madam Pomfrey sighed, "Chanse..."
"I know Madam Pomfrey," Chanse took her hands off the glass and turned around to Madam Pomfrey. "Wishes are to make yourself feel better, and I shouldn't fool myself with them." Chanse shook her head, "But like I said: Sometimes you need to be fooled to know you're alive."
Madam Pomfrey opened her mouth to say something but Chanse quickly cut her off. "If you're never fooled, you're never proven wrong, and life would be easy. Perfect, at that. And in our world the only time life is ever truly perfect is in our dreams. So is your life was perfect, because you were never fooled or proven wrong, how would you be able to tell the difference between the dream world and the real world?"
"Through nightmares."
"Nightmares are only there to show us that even through the imperfection of the real world there's still something good there." Chanse sighed. "But if our world was perfect there would be no imperfection; meaning no reason to show the good through an already perfect world." Chanse paused. "Therefore. No nightmares. Leaving us to ponder if we were in the dream world or real life..."
"So what are you trying to say?" Madam Pomfrey questioned.
"You have to be fooled in order to be proven wrong, to prove life isn't easy. That life isn't perfect, and that there's room for error." She spoke softly, "That you're alive." She sighed. "That you don't live in a dream world but that you live in the real world." Chanse paused for a moment. "So like I said before: Sometimes you need to be fooled to know you're alive."
Chanse turned back around to face the window. "So you need to fool yourself?" Madam Pomfrey questioned again.
"To make sure this isn't a nightmare and that I'm truly alive?" Chanse looked over her shoulder, "Yes."
Madam Pomfrey whispered, "To make yourself feel better..."
"Yes," Chanse turned back around. "I need to make this wish because it will make me feel better. It will make me feel like I tried. I don't need people to know I tried to make myself feel better. I just need to know I didn't it myself to make myself feel better."
"Chanse, wishing on a star won't change anything. It will just make you a fool for kidding yourself like this."
"Maybe it won't. Maybe I am kidding myself with this wish, but it's a chance that this wish could work. And I have nothing else to loose so I don't see why I shouldn't take this chance." Chanse felt her tears build up. "Because I would take this chance, be a fool, and die knowing I tried," Chanse turned back around and looked up at the sky, "rather than not taking this chance, being afraid, and die knowing I let people down."
"That's why you need to make this wish?"
Chanse looked over her shoulder at Madam Pomfrey, "That's why I need to make this wish."
"Then make your wish," Madam Pomfrey sighed. "My words have never been able to stop you before, so don't let my words stop you now."
Chanse placed her hands on the glass of the window, once again, and looked up at the sky. She clasped her hands together, as if praying, and closed her eyes. 'So Madam Pomfrey says that making a wish makes you a fool and that wishes are just a way to make yourself feel better. What if you're wishing to make someone else feel better? Or multiple people to feel better?' Chanse paused, 'Does that still make you a fool? Is it still called a wish?'
Madam Pomfrey watched Chanse as she made her wish. 'Whatever Chanse is wishing for, I hope it comes true.'
Chanse squeezed her hands together. 'I said that I was making this wish to show I'm trying, but I'm really making this wish to take one last big chance in life.' Chanse paused. 'My original wish was that no one would hurt after I died, but I want to change my wish now.' Chanse took a deep breath in, 'I want my wish to be that I don't hurt anyone.'
Madam Pomfrey stared at Chanse and watched as the light from the almost full moon shone around her. The way Chanse had her eyes closed and her hands together made Chanse look like an angel.
'I've accepted the fact that I'm going to die. But I could never accept the fact that someone hurt because of me.' Chanse paused. 'So please. Don't let anyone hurt because of me.'
Chanse opened her eyes and looked up at the sky, 'Star light, star bright. The shooting star I wished onto tonight. Grant my wish,' She thought and then whispered aloud. "Give it flight."
Chanse slowly turned around and looked over at Madam Pomfrey. "You make your wish?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she walked over to Chanse.
"Yeah," Chanse nodded.
Madam Pomfrey held Chanse's arm as she led her back towards her bed, "Now you've made you wish and you'll stay in bed, right?"
Chanse crawled into bed and smirked at Madam Pomfrey, "Do I have a choice?"
Madam Pomfrey smirked back to Chanse, "It's always been your choice, but will you do it for me?"
Chanse nodded, "Alright."
Madam Pomfrey tucked Chanse inside of her bed and smirked down at Chanse, "Now you agreeing to do what I ask must be a first."
"I think it is." Chanse laughed.
"Good night Chanse," Madam Pomfrey chuckled as she headed towards the door to leave.
"Wait," Chanse sat up straight and looked at Madam Pomfrey.
"Yes Chanse?"
"I was wondering," Chanse looked outside at the sky. "When is the next full moon?"
"Why do you care about the moon?" Madam Pomfrey headed towards Chanse.
"I'm just curious. When?" Chanse almost snapped at Madam Pomfrey.
"Tomorrow night. You're asking like there's a reason behind asking."
Chanse let out a quivering gasp, "Tomorrow night?"
"Yes. Now Chanse you're scary me, why do you care about the moon so much?" Madam Pomfrey made her way to Chanse's bedside and looked down at Chanse.
"You're sure?" Chanse whispered.
"Yes," Madam Pomfrey shouted. "Now tell me why."
"I already told you." Chanse slowly began to settle down into her bed.
"When?" Madam Pomfrey shouted as her eyes grew large.
"I told you. I was just curious."
"Not even curiosity could make a person question when the next full moon is, so much," Madam Pomfrey walked over to Chanse's bed and sat down on the side. "Now, please. Tell me."
Chanse sighed as she finished settling into her bed. She looked up at Madam Pomfrey, "If I tell you will you promise to leave right afterwards?"
"I wish I could make that promise," Madam Pomfrey whispered.
"If you can't, then I wish I could tell you." Chanse looked away at the floor.
"Fine."
Chanse looked back up at Madam Pomfrey and took a deep breath in. "Ronan said I was to die when I remembered my past, right?"
"Right."
"Well I'm happy I kept pushing to leave to remember it," Chanse chuckled. "Ronan read the stars wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Yeah, wrong. It's not that I'm to die when I remember everything..."
Madam Pomfrey whispered, "It's when there's a next full moon."
Chanse looked down at her own hands, which were folded on top of the sheets. "Exactly."
"That's why you were so concerned with knowing about the full moon." Madam Pomfrey looked over at Chanse with a mixture of emotions.
Chanse nodded, "I wanted to know how long I have."
"Well," Madam Pomfrey started to talk but Chanse interrupted him.
"Don't forget your promise." She reminded.
"Alright," Madam Pomfrey stood up and walked towards the door. "Be careful Chanse." She whispered before leaving the room.
Chanse closed her eyes, so she wouldn't cry, and listened as the door closed with a click. She opened her eyes to the room being slightly lit by the bright stars and the almost full moon. She slowly looked around the stars as the all seemed to go brighter and brighter. She stared at them, waiting for them to say something to her or exploded. She looked around some more and stopped on a faint star just north of the moon. She noticed that the brighter all the other stars grew the more this faint star stood out.
A small soft voice, from the faint star, sang, "Forgive us for your pain."
Chanse closed her eyes, 'It's not their fault.' She thought. "It's no one's fault." She whispered aloud. She slowly opened her eyes, "I just need you to guide me. To tell me what's right...please?"
She looked out at the star that shown faintly and slowly grew brighter and brighter until it just seemed to go out. No blast. No nothing. Just darkness.