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The last chapter was kinda boring, I admit, but no one understood what was
happening so it was kinda essential. I don't need to be confusing people. I
do enough of that in my little notes. Anyways on with the chapter!
Chapter 4 Going Home
The holidays came sooner than I wanted them to and soon I was on the train heading home. Natalie and Ben were staying at Hogwarts considering they didn't have a family to go home to. I had stood by the carriages waving good-bye to them knowing I was gonna miss them. They would most likely be lonely without me. I would especially Miss Natalie.
I was all alone on the train. No one wanted anything to do with me. I was half hoping that James would at least speak with me, but the entire train ride was spent in solitude. I mostly slept. Recently my head had been hurting from sleep deprivation. I guess that was caused by worrying about James or Natalie and Ben.
When the train arrived at the station, I got off and quickly left, carrying my trunk behind me. When I got on the platform, I gazed around apprehensively. A few cars away I saw James, Remus, and Peter getting off of the train. A pang of guilt, sadness, and loneliness struck me and I looked away. Standing in the corner, I could see my father staring grimly about him. I sighed and walked over to him.
"Hello father," I said stiffly when I reached him. He just glared at me. I knew that he had received an owl from Dumbledore telling what had happened with Snape and Remus. Of course, Remus's name was not mentioned.
"Come along," my father replied curtly and spun around on his heel. He walked haughtily out of the station, not once looking around to see if I was following. I was never received with more than a few words, but this year he seemed to be even more...distant towards me. Colder in his tone and attitude.
"Where's Regulus?" I asked my father once I had caught up to him. I didn't really care, but I found it odd that he wasn't with us.
"He's staying with the Malfoys this Christmas," came the sharp response. I decided I wouldn't ask anything else and instead walked in silence until we got to a place where we could successfully use floo powder without being seen by muggles. Not that my father really cared, of course. He just thought it would be best to keep up his good reputation.
"Go," he instructed me, and without hesitating, I grabbed some floo powder and cried out clearly, "Grimmauld Place!" The next thing I saw was the dreary living room of my home. If you could call it that. Seconds later, my father appeared behind me with my trunk. My mother rushed out of the kitchen, yelling something back to our house elf, Kreacher.
"Hello," she said stiffly when she saw me.
"Hello mother," I replied, just as sullen and...grim. My father immediately walked away and locked himself in his study. When he was gone, my mother glared at me once, and then turned away and walked upstairs, shouting at the house elf again.
I sighed and walked into the kitchen. I started opening up cupboards randomly to find food. I would have eaten anything at the moment, having not eaten much on the train. I finally settled for a sandwich and sat down to eat it. Right as I finished, my mother walked in, a sour expression on her face. I suppose she could have been pretty, and probably was once. Years of hatred and coldness had changed that though and now she had nothing more than a shadow of beauty.
"Your father wishes to speak with you," she snapped and glared at me with disdain. I had been in the house for less than an hour and already they were treating me as if I was some sort of....filthy animal. Then I remembered. To them, I was worse.
I sighed and got up to walk to my father's study. I could sense no good coming out of this. With dread I knocked on the door to his room. It slid open magically and I dragged myself into the room. My father was sitting in his chair with the back turned towards me.
"So," he began, "I got a letter saying that you almost killed another student. Is this true?"
I gulped. "Yes sir."
"It said in the letter that the student you almost killed was none other than Severus Snape. Is that true as well?"
"Yes sir."
"And it also said that there is a werewolf at the school and you knew about the monster. Is that true?"
"He is not a monster!" I exclaimed, forgetting myself momentarily. The chair my father was sitting in spun around violently and he stood up quickly. He walked over to me and shoved me up against the wall. Hard. I heard something crack. His hands were painfully tight on my arms and I was sure that one of them was broken somewhere.
"HOW DARE YOU CONTRADICT ME TO PROTECT SOME MONSTER!!!? SOME CREATURE!!!" he roared and slapped me. I staggered slightly and probably would have fallen had his grip on me not been so tight.
"He's my friend," I snapped, almost struggling to be coherent. He had hit me harder than I had first thought. My comment, however, brought on another hard slap. This time he let go of my arms and I collapsed to the floor.
"Who is this monster? This....werewolf?" he inquired, his voice suddenly becoming quiet and deadly. I stubbornly remained silent. "I ASKED WHO THE WEREWOLF WAS!!!" he yelled and kicked me hard in the stomach. I rolled over onto my side, pain coursing through my body.
Through all the pain I managed to say, "I'm not going to tell you. I'd rather die than betray my friend again."
"You might," my father replied, his lip curling into a sneer.
*********** A.N: mean, aren't I. personally, I like leaving my story off there. It makes it more exciting. Ooh, that might not be considered PG material though....oh well. The next chapter will be coming soon, if it's not already up. Who knows? I most certainly don't, which is kinda sad considering I'm the one writing it. Oh well. Yeah, star wars rocks.
Chapter 4 Going Home
The holidays came sooner than I wanted them to and soon I was on the train heading home. Natalie and Ben were staying at Hogwarts considering they didn't have a family to go home to. I had stood by the carriages waving good-bye to them knowing I was gonna miss them. They would most likely be lonely without me. I would especially Miss Natalie.
I was all alone on the train. No one wanted anything to do with me. I was half hoping that James would at least speak with me, but the entire train ride was spent in solitude. I mostly slept. Recently my head had been hurting from sleep deprivation. I guess that was caused by worrying about James or Natalie and Ben.
When the train arrived at the station, I got off and quickly left, carrying my trunk behind me. When I got on the platform, I gazed around apprehensively. A few cars away I saw James, Remus, and Peter getting off of the train. A pang of guilt, sadness, and loneliness struck me and I looked away. Standing in the corner, I could see my father staring grimly about him. I sighed and walked over to him.
"Hello father," I said stiffly when I reached him. He just glared at me. I knew that he had received an owl from Dumbledore telling what had happened with Snape and Remus. Of course, Remus's name was not mentioned.
"Come along," my father replied curtly and spun around on his heel. He walked haughtily out of the station, not once looking around to see if I was following. I was never received with more than a few words, but this year he seemed to be even more...distant towards me. Colder in his tone and attitude.
"Where's Regulus?" I asked my father once I had caught up to him. I didn't really care, but I found it odd that he wasn't with us.
"He's staying with the Malfoys this Christmas," came the sharp response. I decided I wouldn't ask anything else and instead walked in silence until we got to a place where we could successfully use floo powder without being seen by muggles. Not that my father really cared, of course. He just thought it would be best to keep up his good reputation.
"Go," he instructed me, and without hesitating, I grabbed some floo powder and cried out clearly, "Grimmauld Place!" The next thing I saw was the dreary living room of my home. If you could call it that. Seconds later, my father appeared behind me with my trunk. My mother rushed out of the kitchen, yelling something back to our house elf, Kreacher.
"Hello," she said stiffly when she saw me.
"Hello mother," I replied, just as sullen and...grim. My father immediately walked away and locked himself in his study. When he was gone, my mother glared at me once, and then turned away and walked upstairs, shouting at the house elf again.
I sighed and walked into the kitchen. I started opening up cupboards randomly to find food. I would have eaten anything at the moment, having not eaten much on the train. I finally settled for a sandwich and sat down to eat it. Right as I finished, my mother walked in, a sour expression on her face. I suppose she could have been pretty, and probably was once. Years of hatred and coldness had changed that though and now she had nothing more than a shadow of beauty.
"Your father wishes to speak with you," she snapped and glared at me with disdain. I had been in the house for less than an hour and already they were treating me as if I was some sort of....filthy animal. Then I remembered. To them, I was worse.
I sighed and got up to walk to my father's study. I could sense no good coming out of this. With dread I knocked on the door to his room. It slid open magically and I dragged myself into the room. My father was sitting in his chair with the back turned towards me.
"So," he began, "I got a letter saying that you almost killed another student. Is this true?"
I gulped. "Yes sir."
"It said in the letter that the student you almost killed was none other than Severus Snape. Is that true as well?"
"Yes sir."
"And it also said that there is a werewolf at the school and you knew about the monster. Is that true?"
"He is not a monster!" I exclaimed, forgetting myself momentarily. The chair my father was sitting in spun around violently and he stood up quickly. He walked over to me and shoved me up against the wall. Hard. I heard something crack. His hands were painfully tight on my arms and I was sure that one of them was broken somewhere.
"HOW DARE YOU CONTRADICT ME TO PROTECT SOME MONSTER!!!? SOME CREATURE!!!" he roared and slapped me. I staggered slightly and probably would have fallen had his grip on me not been so tight.
"He's my friend," I snapped, almost struggling to be coherent. He had hit me harder than I had first thought. My comment, however, brought on another hard slap. This time he let go of my arms and I collapsed to the floor.
"Who is this monster? This....werewolf?" he inquired, his voice suddenly becoming quiet and deadly. I stubbornly remained silent. "I ASKED WHO THE WEREWOLF WAS!!!" he yelled and kicked me hard in the stomach. I rolled over onto my side, pain coursing through my body.
Through all the pain I managed to say, "I'm not going to tell you. I'd rather die than betray my friend again."
"You might," my father replied, his lip curling into a sneer.
*********** A.N: mean, aren't I. personally, I like leaving my story off there. It makes it more exciting. Ooh, that might not be considered PG material though....oh well. The next chapter will be coming soon, if it's not already up. Who knows? I most certainly don't, which is kinda sad considering I'm the one writing it. Oh well. Yeah, star wars rocks.