Chapter Twenty-Five
Yes, I know it's been a while, I apologize. I couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B, but with the help of the lovely Polgan, I managed. She's awesome, everyone should know that. I hope everyone who celebrates it had a happy Easter - consider this my Easter basket to you all. Small twist in this chapter, enjoy!
Aimée
Draco and I had an impromptu wedding ceremony in our bedroom a few weeks after, when Draco had returned with two silver rings for the two of us, which he absolutely insisted on getting. We both knew our uniting would never be legally recognized, but it didn't matter – as long as we both knew, we were fine.
Things were peaceful for nearly two months after that; Draco and I were content just being together. Christmas came and went, along with New Year's. It was a week before Valentines Day when things finally spun out of control; I made a mistake that took away years from my life.
For the second time in six months, Ethan visited the flat Draco and I lived in; he claimed he had news in which I would be fairly interested in.
Leave it to Ethan to make the understatement of the year.
"What do you want, Ethan?" I asked, more than slightly annoyed he had turned up during dinner.
"We need to talk, Harry," he insisted, "It's important."
"What then?" I asked, growling slightly. Ever since I had found out Ethan had been a side item to Cassandra during our engagement, I was incredibly angry with him.
"I think you may be mad," his voice shook. "And I need you to not yell at me for this."
I turned around and eyed my nineteen year old brother, eyebrow raised. "How mad will I be?"
He shrugged, "Not too mad, I think. I just don't need anyone else telling me how irresponsible I am."
"Just spit it out, Ethan," I snapped, "I promise not to hurt you too badly."
He took in a deep breath, his eyes darting around nervously, "Cass and I – we got married."
I shrugged, "Ok? I'm sorry you were the unlucky one to be saddled with her."
His black eyes narrowed, "I'm not sorry at all. We're happy, in case you care – and she's going to have my baby in about five months."
My eyes widened, "Knocked the bitch up before you two were even married, did you? Hell –" I did the math mentally "- you knocked her up while she and I were engaged."
He nodded mutely, his eyes betraying his feelings; I could see regret dancing in them like tiny little flames.
"Good," I nodded firmly, "The whore deserves to gain a few pounds."
He jumped forward without warning, grabbing me by the front of my shirt, "What the hell did you just call her?"
I blinked, "A whore, Ethan. I'd like to call her many other things, including a bitch, a slut, a cu—"
I didn't have time to finish my sentence as Ethan punched me in the mouth. I felt my teeth dig into my lip, causing blood to spill forth from my lips.
"What? Afraid I may just be telling the truth?"
Another punch was fired my way, but this time I blocked it with ease. He brought his elbow to my ribs and I felt a bone snap just as I brought my knee to his chest, doing little damage.
I stepped back, clutching my bruised and broken ribcage carefully, trying desperately to stop breathing so hard. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ethan reach for his wand, an insane glint occupying the eyes which had just held signs of regret.
"I hate you, Harry," he growled like a mad dog, "I wish you were never born. You were never meant to live when Lord Voldemort attacked you – you were supposed to die like the coward you are. You're so famous just because of a stupid scar on your forehead – nobody cares, Potter. I'm going to finish the job Voldemort set out to do, once and for all."
I was now in a numb state of mind, perfectly aware Ethan was pointing his wand at me and telling me he was going to use it in the worst way possible. I didn't move, however, just stared up at his with numb disbelief. He wouldn't do such a heinous thing – never. He was my brother , he wouldn't dare kill me.
Apparently, I was wrong.
"AVADA KEDAVRA."
With those words, the world suddenly slowed down; I saw a flash of green light leave Ethan's wand just as Draco stepped into the room, wand brandished as well. His gray eyes assessed the situation in a millisecond, but before he could do anything, the spell hit me.
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced; a force stronger than any I had ever heard of hit me, and faintly I felt my forehead split open, blood rushing down into my eyes. The flash of green light that filled the room was so bright, yet the only thing I saw was blackness as the sound of death rushed upon me for the second time in my life.
A moment later, my mind faded into blackness.
You were the brightest angel
Heaven had ever seen
You walked in with a story to tell
And ten thousand tongues to scream and you said
"Doesn't your heart beat the same as mine?
Haven't I told you a thousand times?
Isn't the air in my lungs the same air you breathe?
So who cares whose arms I'm all wrapped up in?
Who cares whoes eyes I see myself in?
Who cares who I dream of?
who cares who I love?"
Heaven help me for I am lost
What a price my love did cost
But here I am standing strong and I am free
And didn't we share the same sunrise and sleep in the same moonlight?
Isn't the blood in my veins the same blood you bleed, so...
When I die
And they lay my body down
The peace that I will find
Is the peace that brings you all around
Doesn't my mother cry like everyone?
My father grieve for his lonely son
Isn't my rainbow a little brighter because...
So who cares whose arms I'm all wrapped up in?
Who cares whose eyes I see myself in?
Who cares who I dream of?
No it doesn't matter who I dream of
'Cause in the end it only matters that I was loved and am loved
Love has no face...*
*Randi Driscoll, What Matters
[In the dedication of Matthew Sheppard]
coriander: Thanks I hope you found this twist as good as the one before... *grin* I'm evil, I know. Sorry :o)
gwen: Yeah, Cassandra IS a bit evil, isn't she? Even more so now... :o)
IcyEyes202: This chapter was even shorter, I apologize for it. The next one should be longer, hopefully. Thanks!
Kiwi: Thank you! LOL, I'm sorry you couldn't jump up and down - I'm sure you want to throttle me right now though. Yep, there's gonna be tons more after this. I've got a whole plot set up - this chapter was just a way to get to it.
Klee: I hope you're not too mad at me for doing this to Harry. You aren't... are you?
lynn: You like Ethan?! LOL, cool. He's my favourite character to write, to be honest. The plot just entered and it brought a few friends.
Midori-sama: Thanks, I'm glad it surprised you. Sixteen Candles is under the pen name Polme Black - search for Polme under "authors" and you'll find it.
Morien Alexander: Thank you :o) I think kissing Draco's ass would be a reward actually, yeah. The whole thing's resolved now, thank God. Thanks again!
Rae: Yeah, that was the reason behind the whole Ethan chapter. This chapter sets up the rest of the story as well, which is why I was having such a hard time with it.
[every little thing she does it magic... good song and it's stuck in my head ]
Yes, I know it's been a while, I apologize. I couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B, but with the help of the lovely Polgan, I managed. She's awesome, everyone should know that. I hope everyone who celebrates it had a happy Easter - consider this my Easter basket to you all. Small twist in this chapter, enjoy!
Aimée
Draco and I had an impromptu wedding ceremony in our bedroom a few weeks after, when Draco had returned with two silver rings for the two of us, which he absolutely insisted on getting. We both knew our uniting would never be legally recognized, but it didn't matter – as long as we both knew, we were fine.
Things were peaceful for nearly two months after that; Draco and I were content just being together. Christmas came and went, along with New Year's. It was a week before Valentines Day when things finally spun out of control; I made a mistake that took away years from my life.
For the second time in six months, Ethan visited the flat Draco and I lived in; he claimed he had news in which I would be fairly interested in.
Leave it to Ethan to make the understatement of the year.
"What do you want, Ethan?" I asked, more than slightly annoyed he had turned up during dinner.
"We need to talk, Harry," he insisted, "It's important."
"What then?" I asked, growling slightly. Ever since I had found out Ethan had been a side item to Cassandra during our engagement, I was incredibly angry with him.
"I think you may be mad," his voice shook. "And I need you to not yell at me for this."
I turned around and eyed my nineteen year old brother, eyebrow raised. "How mad will I be?"
He shrugged, "Not too mad, I think. I just don't need anyone else telling me how irresponsible I am."
"Just spit it out, Ethan," I snapped, "I promise not to hurt you too badly."
He took in a deep breath, his eyes darting around nervously, "Cass and I – we got married."
I shrugged, "Ok? I'm sorry you were the unlucky one to be saddled with her."
His black eyes narrowed, "I'm not sorry at all. We're happy, in case you care – and she's going to have my baby in about five months."
My eyes widened, "Knocked the bitch up before you two were even married, did you? Hell –" I did the math mentally "- you knocked her up while she and I were engaged."
He nodded mutely, his eyes betraying his feelings; I could see regret dancing in them like tiny little flames.
"Good," I nodded firmly, "The whore deserves to gain a few pounds."
He jumped forward without warning, grabbing me by the front of my shirt, "What the hell did you just call her?"
I blinked, "A whore, Ethan. I'd like to call her many other things, including a bitch, a slut, a cu—"
I didn't have time to finish my sentence as Ethan punched me in the mouth. I felt my teeth dig into my lip, causing blood to spill forth from my lips.
"What? Afraid I may just be telling the truth?"
Another punch was fired my way, but this time I blocked it with ease. He brought his elbow to my ribs and I felt a bone snap just as I brought my knee to his chest, doing little damage.
I stepped back, clutching my bruised and broken ribcage carefully, trying desperately to stop breathing so hard. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ethan reach for his wand, an insane glint occupying the eyes which had just held signs of regret.
"I hate you, Harry," he growled like a mad dog, "I wish you were never born. You were never meant to live when Lord Voldemort attacked you – you were supposed to die like the coward you are. You're so famous just because of a stupid scar on your forehead – nobody cares, Potter. I'm going to finish the job Voldemort set out to do, once and for all."
I was now in a numb state of mind, perfectly aware Ethan was pointing his wand at me and telling me he was going to use it in the worst way possible. I didn't move, however, just stared up at his with numb disbelief. He wouldn't do such a heinous thing – never. He was my brother , he wouldn't dare kill me.
Apparently, I was wrong.
"AVADA KEDAVRA."
With those words, the world suddenly slowed down; I saw a flash of green light leave Ethan's wand just as Draco stepped into the room, wand brandished as well. His gray eyes assessed the situation in a millisecond, but before he could do anything, the spell hit me.
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced; a force stronger than any I had ever heard of hit me, and faintly I felt my forehead split open, blood rushing down into my eyes. The flash of green light that filled the room was so bright, yet the only thing I saw was blackness as the sound of death rushed upon me for the second time in my life.
A moment later, my mind faded into blackness.
You were the brightest angel
Heaven had ever seen
You walked in with a story to tell
And ten thousand tongues to scream and you said
"Doesn't your heart beat the same as mine?
Haven't I told you a thousand times?
Isn't the air in my lungs the same air you breathe?
So who cares whose arms I'm all wrapped up in?
Who cares whoes eyes I see myself in?
Who cares who I dream of?
who cares who I love?"
Heaven help me for I am lost
What a price my love did cost
But here I am standing strong and I am free
And didn't we share the same sunrise and sleep in the same moonlight?
Isn't the blood in my veins the same blood you bleed, so...
When I die
And they lay my body down
The peace that I will find
Is the peace that brings you all around
Doesn't my mother cry like everyone?
My father grieve for his lonely son
Isn't my rainbow a little brighter because...
So who cares whose arms I'm all wrapped up in?
Who cares whose eyes I see myself in?
Who cares who I dream of?
No it doesn't matter who I dream of
'Cause in the end it only matters that I was loved and am loved
Love has no face...*
*Randi Driscoll, What Matters
[In the dedication of Matthew Sheppard]
coriander: Thanks I hope you found this twist as good as the one before... *grin* I'm evil, I know. Sorry :o)
gwen: Yeah, Cassandra IS a bit evil, isn't she? Even more so now... :o)
IcyEyes202: This chapter was even shorter, I apologize for it. The next one should be longer, hopefully. Thanks!
Kiwi: Thank you! LOL, I'm sorry you couldn't jump up and down - I'm sure you want to throttle me right now though. Yep, there's gonna be tons more after this. I've got a whole plot set up - this chapter was just a way to get to it.
Klee: I hope you're not too mad at me for doing this to Harry. You aren't... are you?
lynn: You like Ethan?! LOL, cool. He's my favourite character to write, to be honest. The plot just entered and it brought a few friends.
Midori-sama: Thanks, I'm glad it surprised you. Sixteen Candles is under the pen name Polme Black - search for Polme under "authors" and you'll find it.
Morien Alexander: Thank you :o) I think kissing Draco's ass would be a reward actually, yeah. The whole thing's resolved now, thank God. Thanks again!
Rae: Yeah, that was the reason behind the whole Ethan chapter. This chapter sets up the rest of the story as well, which is why I was having such a hard time with it.
[every little thing she does it magic... good song and it's stuck in my head ]