..::What I Want
..::Author: Lil' Bode
..::Chapter 17: Stone Wall
A/N: ::tear:: this is the last chapter, of my first ever story i have finished. this is such an exciting moment for me, I feel a great sense of accomplishment, I have nothing to say really i am so astounded and for those who I have reviewed stories for, will no that this is new for me not talking. well i won't keep u waiting ne longer
Swishy Willow Wand: sry bout the quidditch check my other story out when I get it updates, i think you'll like it lol, (gee i wonder what is going to happen, hmmmmmm)
Quote: Never underestimate stupid people in large numbers.
Anonymous
..::Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE HARRY POTTER FRANCHISE, THAT IS PROPERTY OF J.K. ROWLING, AND, OR WARNER BROTHERS. I ALSO DO NOT OWN UG BOOTS.
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This chapter is dedicated to my best reviewer, Swishy Willow Wand.
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It was the day everyone left for Christmas break, there were no classes. Students were hurrying around gathering there things, saying good bye to friends, and enjoying the decorations. It had snowed, and the grounds were covered in a layer of white. It wasn't freezing for the sun was shinning and there wasn't a cloud in sight.
Breakfast had just been cleared from the Great Hall and it was 9:30. Some people had actually left for Hogsmede to get on the train. It departed from the station at 11:00.
Draco was staying at school, his parents were going to be away for the Holiday, and Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle had all decided to stay. None of them were quite sure what Alexis was doing, and she was no where to be found. But Draco had an idea as to where she would be. So he walked up there.
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He swung the door open and sure enough there she was leaning against the window frame. She didn't move; he figured she hadn't heard him come in. He walked over and put his hands on her shoulders; she jumped slightly, and turned around. When she saw who it was she kissed him.
She was wearing a dark denim jacket over a white button up shirt, and a tangerine fitted t-shirt. She had on a knee-length light denim skirt, (which on her fit a little above her knees) that looked like it had been made from a pair of jeans, and on her feet were a pair of Ug boots. A multi-colored scarf hung around her neck, and it was almost long enough to touch the ground, and she had a black crocheted hat that fitted her head tightly.
She had trimmed her hair so it hung a couple inches past her shoulder. Draco had thought this was a little rebellion against her mom, but he had never asked.
He had on jeans and a gray sweater, and outfit he seemed to wear quite often.
"So I take it you are going home for the Holiday?" he asked.
"Um, well yeah," she said, her voice was unsure sounding.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I am going home for the Holiday, and well . . . Draco just listen okay. I won't be coming back after the holiday," she turned away from him.
"What?"
"Just listen okay. My dad, well you know who he is, he got transferred. Voldemort, always asks him to move around. This time I didn't get so lucky. My parents of course think it's great: new places. Ha, I'm sick of new places. When I was born I lived in Germany, my family is from England, so that would be why I don't sound German. Then when I was 5 we moved. I lived in the Northern part of Italy, in an all English community. That was when I was in the Quidditch League. Then when I was ten I moved to the eastern tip of France and went to Beauxbatons for 2 ½ year. Then of course we had to move again, by then I was getting sick of it. This time it was Poland, and the closest school was Durmstrang. Then last summer we moved once again, here. But now according to Voldemort, by means of my dad, 'this area is too heavily populated with Death Eaters, and he need to have more, so he is moving my dad to America to recruit more'."
"America?" he asked shouting.
"Yes I know," she said turning around to look at him, "I'd rather stay here, if it was based upon what I wanted, I would have rather stayed in Germany, never to move once. If I could I'd take this year back, never come, I leave a part of me in every place I ago. I would have rather no met anyone here, never loved this place."
"What?"
"Don't take it that way. I like you, but it would have been so much easier if I had never met you, it was a waste for I won't get to see you again for a long time. You see I can feel, from moving so much, how long we will stay in a place, and this, this is going to last, I can tell. I will finish school in America. I knew I wasn't staying here for long, so I tried not to become attached, but as much as I tried I couldn't just be cold. That's not my real personality; it's the one my family tried to build."
Draco walked away from her, not saying a thing.
She didn't say anything, she had her fake personality on, the one she had learned to use, but the problem was she used it in the wrong times.
"How long have you known this?" he asked, not caring to look at her.
"A week"
"A WEEK?" he said spinning around.
"Would you have wanted to know this a week longer, because there is nothing you can do to stop me from moving. You are messing with Voldemort."
"You could stay with me," he said jabbing his finger at himself.
"Oh, COME ON. Really, think man, as much as I hate my parents you can't tear me away from them. You know that as well as me, I know your relationship between you and your father. He is down right mean to you, but you adore him and want to be him."
He was speechless.
"The train leaves in 45 minutes and I still have to finish gathering some last things. Listen, I'm sorry, about this but I can't change it, so bye," she walked up to him.
He look at her, staring as if he were trying to make her disappear, make this a fake, just a hallucination.
She kissed, then stood there holding each other for a long time. Then she pulled away. "I've got to go," she walked towards the door and left. She didn't say bye she just left. He didn't try to stop her, he had finally come to believe that she was an unstoppable force, nothing could be done to change her, she was a stone wall.
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Later that day, he sat on his bed, thinking, holding in his hands the picture she had left for him. It was them together sitting on one of the couches in the common room, at the party after they had one that game verse Hufflepuff. She sat there smiling, in jeans and a off the shoulder gray sweater. He was wearing a plain black long-sleeved t-shirt, and jeans, he had been smirking when the picture was taken, but now he looked depressed. On the back of the frame of the picture she had spell-o-taped a note.
Hey, found this when I was packing, I though you might like it. I have another one I'll send you, I just have to duplicate it, I don't have the time now. Hope to see you when we both have become healers, or maybe sooner.
Love
Alexis Lynn
He had just finished reading her note, in large loopy girlish hand writing, for the 15th time when he heard a sound at his window.
He looked over; a very familiar Boreal Owl sat on the ledge. He slowly got up, walked over, and opened the window. He took the letter and Macy flew away. He opened it right where he stood and read:
Dear Draco,
This has to be one of the most boring rides in the universe. I'm only 15 minutes away from Hogsmede, and I'm bored out of my mind. I enclosed that picture I told you about; I had enough time to do it on the train, and enough time to do a million or so more.
Make sure to tell Crabbe and Goyle that they still will be getting Christmas gifts, I forgot to tell them that (wouldn't want them to worry).
I'm getting ideas about how I'm going to decorate my new room. All Sytherin! YAY, isn't that wicked. Okay, so not really, but I have so much stuff, and I won't ever get to use it again.
Listen, I'm sure you're wondering why I wrote this letter. So far it has been a bunch of crap, but I have something important to tell you. Well, I just can't get it out of my mind, I never really said goodbye to you. I have two personalities, my natural one, and the one my parents made for me. Whenever I don't know what to do, when I'm stuck, I just freeze up and become unemotional. I seemed to have used that on you when I left.
I will write to you after I get arranged at my new place. I never told you where we were going to live. Well I'm going to live in Nebraska, and go to Alleyasken: The AmericanSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the Great Plains.
I'm sorry, and GOOD BYE!
Love,
Alexis Lynn Stanford
He looked at the picture she had sent; it was one with her dog, Corky. She was lying in the grass on her stomach and he was in front of her licking her face. The picture was taken from the side.
He laid the picture on his nightstand, next to the framed one she had left; then went to find Crabbe and Goyle to tell them the news.
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It was April, and Draco had just a received his third letter from Alexis. The fist was the one she had written on the train, the second had come with everyone's Christmas presents, simply saying she had made it and her room was now decorated full out Slytherin. Then there was the one Draco was just reading.
Hey,
Sorry I haven't sent a letter, I've just been caught up with all this school stuff. Nothing much as happened, sense last time I talked to you. I'm in the Manarken house, but the worst part is that I can't play Quidditch this year sense the teams were already chosen.
At the beginning of summer I will officially be christened as a Death Eater, I'm bound to follow in my parent's foot steps. I suppose you will be doing the same? I'd better finish this homework, 2 essays that are due tomorrow. Let me know how you did in the Quidditch Cup.
Alexis Stanford
He closed the letter and placed it in his bag, as he had feared things didn't last. She no longer wrote love at the bottom, and had hardly written, but what could he ask they were a half a world away. He would reply to the letter later that night. He would have to try to think of something to say. He was sure that they would meet, for he was being christened as a Deather Eater that summer as well. They might meet then, but if not surely their duties would bring them together.
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Mid summer, of that year, he again received another letter this time shorter and even more informal, written in what looked to be like a fast script.
Draco, sorry I missed you at the Christening, wasn't much I could do. Hope your last year goes well, I'm pretty excited to finish up. Bye
Stanford
He placed this letter with the rest, then wrote a short reply, and sent it back with her owl. He watched it fly off as it disappeared in the horizon, the last time he would see that owl. She never got what she wanted, and because of it she was a brick wall
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