Chapter 12- How It Has To Be
Harry and Lindsey were completely miserable. Harry had spent the rest of the day in silence and Lindsey had spent it listening to Piers drone on. When they got home that night, Lindsey immediately ran up to her room. She threw herself on her bed and opened up her poster. She watched as the players flew back and forth, wishing that she could have a chance to try playing someday.
Meanwhile, Harry had silently returned to his room. He had pulled out his photo album with the pictures of his parents. He smiled sadly, imagining what it would be like growing up with them instead of the Dursleys. He gradually felt his eyes growing heavy, and fell asleep, causing his album to fall to the floor.
Lindsey was just returning from a kitchen run with a soda in her hand when she heard the crash. She immediately jumped up to go investigate. However she paused at Harry's door, unsure as to whether or not her presence would be welcome. Then she realized that Harry could be in trouble, so she proceeded into the room.
When she arrived, she was relieved to see that Harry was okay. She watched him sleeping, feeling terrible about the way the day had gone. She then noticed the photo album lying next to his bed and tiptoed over to pick it up. When she opened it up, the first picture she saw was the one of Harry's parents at their wedding. She sat down against the bed and took a closer look. Everyone looked so happy, almost as if they were laughing. In fact... they were laughing!! Lindsey jumped at first, but then remembered that all wizarding pictures moved. She looked at each individual face in the picture, and on in particular caught her eye. It was a short woman, dressed all in green robes, with long black hair, standing near the back of the picture, cutting and serving the wedding cake with flicks of her wand. Then, for a brief moment, she looked up at Lindsey and their eyes met. Their identical green eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Lindsey jumped. Harry was leaning over the end of the bed, looking down at her. And it wasn't a happy look.
"I was just looking," she replied defensively.
"Well I don't want you to," he snapped. "Give it here."
"No!" said Lindsey, getting angry. "I want to look at it!"
"Well that's too bad," said Harry, grabbing hold of the book. They both pulled on it, trying to make the other lose their grip. "LET GO!" shouted Harry.
"Fine!" shouted Lindsey back, and let go she did. However, the loss of tension from one side caused the book to go flying across the room. It fell to the ground with a large crash and splash. Yes splash... it had fell into Lindsey's soda. Harry watched speechlessly as the soda spilled across the pages of his beloved book. Lindsey was also turning pale.
"My book..." said Harry, rushing towards it. As he picked up the sopping mess, he bit back tears. Then, suddenly, his grief turned into rage. "Look what you did!"
"I didn't mean to!" stammered Lindsey
"Well you did! It's ruined! Do you have any clue what this book was of?"
"No."
"My parents, Lindsey. And its not like there are any more of these, because they're dead."
"I'm sorry! It was an accident."
"No, I'm through with you acting like no one matters but you. There are these things called feelings that people have, but you don't seem to have them. Get out."
Lindsey didn't move; she was watching the lone tear trickle down Harry's cheek.
"I said go!!!" He screamed.
"Fine!" yelled Lindsey back. "Screw being nice to you! Next time I'll just leave you for Pettigrew to kill! And trust me when I say that I won't miss you!" With that, she stormed out of the room.
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An hour later, Lindsey was on her bed in her room crying. She had tried writing to Jen to calm herself down, but it wasn't successful. So she just sat their thinking and eventually tears came.
"Well, I must say, that was quite some argument that you two just got in." Lindsey wiped her eyes and looked up. It was Dumbledore.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, sniffling.
"Oh my dear," he said, flicking his wand and making a box of tissues appear next to Lindsey. "I know today has been eventful, but there is more you must hear."
"What else is there to know?" she sighed. "I want to go home."
"Well the chances of that now are slim to none."
"What?" Lindsey cried, startled. "What do you mean slim to none?" I have a few days left here and then I fly back to America."
"No Lindsey, you don't," Dumbldore said. He cleared his throat and adjusted his spectacles. "Do you remember today, when Harry mentioned Voldemort?"
"Yes, but, you said his name!"
"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."
"But what does this have to do with me?"
From there, Dumbledore told the story as he had told the Hogwarts staff, except for the part about Katrina's death. When he finished, Lindsey sat silent for a moment. She knew why he was telling her this, but she didn't want it to be true.
"I'm her daughter, aren't I?" she whispered.
"Yes Lindsey," he said, with a sad look in his eye. "That is why you cannot go back. Pettigrew saw you here. It is only a matter of time before Voldemort comes here to find you. And from here, finding you in America would be too easy."
"Well then where do you bloody propose I go?"
"I know a place where you will be safe for the rest of the summer. Then you will come to Hogwarts."
"I will?"
"Yes."
"But, he'll be looking for me there too!"
"Yes, he will. He will be looking for you everywhere."
"Oh, this is great," said Lindsey, near to tears.
"But we can protect you at Hogwarts better that anywhere else."
He smiled softly at Lindsey.
"There is no other way."
Lindsey shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
"What do I have to do?"
"I will contact you before your two weeks are up. Try not to stray too far from this house without Harry."
"No, I refuse to go anywhere with him."
"Well you don't have a choice," he said. "Alas, I must be off. Promise me you'll stay by Harry."
"I promise," Lindsey said. Dumbledore smiled at her once more and vanished from the room, leaving Lindsey to herself.
Feeling helpless, Lindsey crawled under the covers of her bed, wishing she as back at home. For the first time of the entire trip, Lindsey wished that she hadn't done the exchange. She would rather have never known about wizards, her real family, and Harry and all his friends. Now she was stuck with a horrible guilt. It was her own flesh and blood that people feared throughout the wizarding world. However despite that, she realized, as she feel asleep, there was still part of her that wanted to meet him. Voldemort. Her grandfather.
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Harry and Lindsey were completely miserable. Harry had spent the rest of the day in silence and Lindsey had spent it listening to Piers drone on. When they got home that night, Lindsey immediately ran up to her room. She threw herself on her bed and opened up her poster. She watched as the players flew back and forth, wishing that she could have a chance to try playing someday.
Meanwhile, Harry had silently returned to his room. He had pulled out his photo album with the pictures of his parents. He smiled sadly, imagining what it would be like growing up with them instead of the Dursleys. He gradually felt his eyes growing heavy, and fell asleep, causing his album to fall to the floor.
Lindsey was just returning from a kitchen run with a soda in her hand when she heard the crash. She immediately jumped up to go investigate. However she paused at Harry's door, unsure as to whether or not her presence would be welcome. Then she realized that Harry could be in trouble, so she proceeded into the room.
When she arrived, she was relieved to see that Harry was okay. She watched him sleeping, feeling terrible about the way the day had gone. She then noticed the photo album lying next to his bed and tiptoed over to pick it up. When she opened it up, the first picture she saw was the one of Harry's parents at their wedding. She sat down against the bed and took a closer look. Everyone looked so happy, almost as if they were laughing. In fact... they were laughing!! Lindsey jumped at first, but then remembered that all wizarding pictures moved. She looked at each individual face in the picture, and on in particular caught her eye. It was a short woman, dressed all in green robes, with long black hair, standing near the back of the picture, cutting and serving the wedding cake with flicks of her wand. Then, for a brief moment, she looked up at Lindsey and their eyes met. Their identical green eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Lindsey jumped. Harry was leaning over the end of the bed, looking down at her. And it wasn't a happy look.
"I was just looking," she replied defensively.
"Well I don't want you to," he snapped. "Give it here."
"No!" said Lindsey, getting angry. "I want to look at it!"
"Well that's too bad," said Harry, grabbing hold of the book. They both pulled on it, trying to make the other lose their grip. "LET GO!" shouted Harry.
"Fine!" shouted Lindsey back, and let go she did. However, the loss of tension from one side caused the book to go flying across the room. It fell to the ground with a large crash and splash. Yes splash... it had fell into Lindsey's soda. Harry watched speechlessly as the soda spilled across the pages of his beloved book. Lindsey was also turning pale.
"My book..." said Harry, rushing towards it. As he picked up the sopping mess, he bit back tears. Then, suddenly, his grief turned into rage. "Look what you did!"
"I didn't mean to!" stammered Lindsey
"Well you did! It's ruined! Do you have any clue what this book was of?"
"No."
"My parents, Lindsey. And its not like there are any more of these, because they're dead."
"I'm sorry! It was an accident."
"No, I'm through with you acting like no one matters but you. There are these things called feelings that people have, but you don't seem to have them. Get out."
Lindsey didn't move; she was watching the lone tear trickle down Harry's cheek.
"I said go!!!" He screamed.
"Fine!" yelled Lindsey back. "Screw being nice to you! Next time I'll just leave you for Pettigrew to kill! And trust me when I say that I won't miss you!" With that, she stormed out of the room.
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An hour later, Lindsey was on her bed in her room crying. She had tried writing to Jen to calm herself down, but it wasn't successful. So she just sat their thinking and eventually tears came.
"Well, I must say, that was quite some argument that you two just got in." Lindsey wiped her eyes and looked up. It was Dumbledore.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, sniffling.
"Oh my dear," he said, flicking his wand and making a box of tissues appear next to Lindsey. "I know today has been eventful, but there is more you must hear."
"What else is there to know?" she sighed. "I want to go home."
"Well the chances of that now are slim to none."
"What?" Lindsey cried, startled. "What do you mean slim to none?" I have a few days left here and then I fly back to America."
"No Lindsey, you don't," Dumbldore said. He cleared his throat and adjusted his spectacles. "Do you remember today, when Harry mentioned Voldemort?"
"Yes, but, you said his name!"
"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."
"But what does this have to do with me?"
From there, Dumbledore told the story as he had told the Hogwarts staff, except for the part about Katrina's death. When he finished, Lindsey sat silent for a moment. She knew why he was telling her this, but she didn't want it to be true.
"I'm her daughter, aren't I?" she whispered.
"Yes Lindsey," he said, with a sad look in his eye. "That is why you cannot go back. Pettigrew saw you here. It is only a matter of time before Voldemort comes here to find you. And from here, finding you in America would be too easy."
"Well then where do you bloody propose I go?"
"I know a place where you will be safe for the rest of the summer. Then you will come to Hogwarts."
"I will?"
"Yes."
"But, he'll be looking for me there too!"
"Yes, he will. He will be looking for you everywhere."
"Oh, this is great," said Lindsey, near to tears.
"But we can protect you at Hogwarts better that anywhere else."
He smiled softly at Lindsey.
"There is no other way."
Lindsey shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
"What do I have to do?"
"I will contact you before your two weeks are up. Try not to stray too far from this house without Harry."
"No, I refuse to go anywhere with him."
"Well you don't have a choice," he said. "Alas, I must be off. Promise me you'll stay by Harry."
"I promise," Lindsey said. Dumbledore smiled at her once more and vanished from the room, leaving Lindsey to herself.
Feeling helpless, Lindsey crawled under the covers of her bed, wishing she as back at home. For the first time of the entire trip, Lindsey wished that she hadn't done the exchange. She would rather have never known about wizards, her real family, and Harry and all his friends. Now she was stuck with a horrible guilt. It was her own flesh and blood that people feared throughout the wizarding world. However despite that, she realized, as she feel asleep, there was still part of her that wanted to meet him. Voldemort. Her grandfather.
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(a/n) okay guys, people, as far as reviews go...