First Year With Westin

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Chapter 4: Aftermath

The days leading up to Christmas were the loneliest days of my life. I spent the days at my own home, although I had gone to live with Remus. I would sit on the stairs and wait endlessly for Mum, Dad, and Gabriel to walk through the front door. When I was convinced they wouldn't be coming through the door, I'd wait at the kitchen table for them to Floo into the kitchen. When they'd Floo in Gabriel would be complaining about the soot in his mouth. Mum would hush him, and Dad would be smiling in amusement. I had their whole return planned out. When reality would strike I'd go and sit in my spot in the SUV. I would sit there for hours with my eyes closed. I could almost feel the engine rumbling as it sped down the street. I could almost hear Dad's horrible wailing, which he called singing. Nearly, I could hear Gabriel's young laugh float through the car.

On Christmas Eve I wandered into the house at half past nine o'clock. "Where have you been?" I jumped. That voice didn't belong to Remus. My heart was pounding, my breath had been taken from me. "Who's there?" I half demanded of the unidentified person. "Richard Mackey, for the Daily Prophet," replied the man. I flipped light switch near the door. A young tall blonde man stood up. His blonde hair was grown to his chin, and his eyes were a dusty grey. He held out a long freckled arm to shake my hand. I just stood there, I didn't even consider merely touching his hand. "Who let you in," I was getting a bit scared, but I wouldn't reveal that to this man. "Nobody, the door was unlocked so I thought I'd come and wait for you," he said tucking a stand of his bleach blonde hair behind his ear. "Why are you here?" I asked, although I already knew. "Because everyone is dying to know how the death of your family has affected you," he replied. "Well than, they can go die of it because you'll never get any information out of me." I fled up the stairs and called Remus' cell phone. Remus quickly came home and disposed of Richard Mackey.

I sat on the dock at the frozen lake near Remus' house. The cold nipped at my nose and ears, but I was oblivious. I wore only jeans, sneakers, and a sweater that day. It was freezing and snowing. I did not care. My gaze retreated to the woods in front of me. The trees were brown and bare. White snow peppered the dead branches. It blanketed the grass and the pathways. A sheet of ice lay glistening over the lake in the moonlight. Snow swirled as it fell to mingle with the fallen. I slowly dragged my finger through the soft, cold snow. I reverted my eyes back to the lake. The ice reminded me of my heart; cold. I hadn't heard from Aaron. Not since I yelled at him, accusing him of things I could not remember anymore. Izza refused to speak to me; I had snapped and screamed at her. I tried to fight back the tears. I was so lost in my thought that I did not notice I was fighting a losing battle. Tears poured from my eyes as if it were raining. I suddenly came back to reality as the cold wind stung my face where the tears had been.

The next morning I groaned as I sat up. I didn't feel well at all. Falling back onto the bed I closed my eyes again. When I opened them I stared outside the window and watch the snow fall to the ground. "Remus!" I yelled as I rolled over facing the door. A few seconds later Remus appeared in the door way. "Yes, Westin?" he said pulling his gray hair into a ponytail. "I don't feel good," I said with a pout. Remus sighed and felt my head. "You're burning up," said Remus. "I am?" I ddn't want to admit that I felt feverish. "Yes, hold on, I'll go get some medicine," he said exiting the room. I rolled over onto my side facing the wall. I picked at the peeling royal blue wallpaper. I felt terrible, and I wanted my mother. I bit my lip to hold back the tears. Would the rest of my life be like this? Would I be lost forever? Remus reentered the room and sat on the bed giving me a potion. "Not all those who wander are lost," Remus said before he left my room. "JRR Tolkien," I said faintly. Remus cracked a small smile and nodded leaving the room. As I stared that rang through my mind; not all those who wander are lost.

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And that's chapter 4! Sorry it took me so long, family tragedy....but here it is! PLEASE r/r!