Paris laid in bed wide awake.
She had too many things on her mind to sleep, one thing in particular was worrying her most. Her family.
Not that she considered them her family anymore, they were more like the people who brought her up, not doing a very good job about it either.
Paris often wondered what her Mum and Dad were doing, where they lived now and what their house was like. Paris didn't like admitting it but she sort of missed them. She even missed Arrietty a little. A really, really tiny little bit.
Oliver was and will be the only person Paris has ever discussed her family to, she said some things to him Paris hadn't even admitted to herself. They laid on the grass for a very long time talking about the future and memories of the past. And where it had all gone wrong.
Paris was very reluctant to leave Oliver but he insisted. Two nights not in your own bed isn't a very good example to anyone. And Paris was Head Girl, blah, blah, blah.
When she got her badge in the summer, Paris had been so happy. Mrs. Weasley was over the moon and it had made Paris feel great but now, it didn't seem so important anymore. It was just a badge after-all and Paris was just one of many Head Girls, nothing special there.
Paris rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling, praying for sleep to come. She listened to Marino sleep, she was snoring slightly. Paris had to tell Marino soon, she would flip out but Marino was her best girlfriend. Paris realized she hadn't really been a good friend to Marino at all these past years.
The other seventh year girls Paris barely knew. There was Indie, who was a small and delicate kind of girl with soft features and pale, pale skin. She was part fairy which explained a lot.
Artemis was a very sure of herself kind of girl. She had a very posh, plummy accent and always referred to her mother and father as 'Mummy and Daddy.' Always wearing the top fashion, Artemis would've gotten on nicely with Arrietty.
If Paris was asked to name Indie's favorite subject or favorite food, she wouldn't know. All she knew about Artemis was she was abit of a stuck up cow and not if she had any brothers of sisters or what she planned to do in the future.
Paris realized she was a bit of a cow herself really. Preoccupied with her own life to worry about anyone else's. She had known these girls for seven years now, she slept in the same room as them but they were like strangers.
Paris didn't really know much about anyone really, except the Weasley's and now Oliver. But then who had asked her about her life? Marino certainly hadn't.
"Stop it," Paris said firmly to herself. "Get yourself off your high horse and stop it."
Paris felt guilty for thinking bad things about her friends. Friends, they were her friends and they deserved to be treated better.
Just like Mum, Dad and Arrietty were her family.
Without thinking, Paris leant over her bed and fished in her school bag for a piece of parchment and a quill. She sat up in bed and began scrawling a letter to her family, explaining everything concerning this pregnancy and Oliver and just everything.
When Paris finished about half an hour later, she had scribbled about two foot of parchment and her handwriting was small. Paris sealed it over with her wand and got out of bed and slipped on her dressing gown.
She left her room and padded down the stairway and into Gryffindor common room. It was empty and rather spooky but Paris strode out the portrait hole and along the corridor toward the Owlery.
If Paris wasn't delusional from sleep depravation then she would've worried about Mrs. Norris or Filch but she hurried down the corridors and up stairways until she reached the slender brick tower which was the Owlery.
All the Owls were sleeping and Paris strained her eyes to find her own Owl, Nelly.
"Nelly? Nelly! Wake up, I need you," Paris hissed at her brown owl, who was sleeping soundly. Nelly gave a weak hoot and didn't budge.
"Nelly, get down! I know it's late girl but I need you," Paris continued. Nelly gave a louder hoot and flew from her perch down onto Paris' out stretched arm.
"Good girl, good girl. Now take this to Mr. and Mrs. Knightley. I don't know their address but find them ok? I'll have a huge treat waiting for you when you come back," Paris whispered, tying the letter to Nelly's out stretched leg.
Paris led Nelly to the window and gave her feathery head a little kiss. Paris watched Nelly disappear into the night which didn't take too long.
Nelly was a present from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley when Paris became a Prefect. Percy got Hermes as his present for becoming a Prefect too and Mrs. Weasley bought Fred and George some chocolate because she felt sorry for them. She soon regretted it though when they blew up their bedroom later that day.
It was very cold in the Owlery and Paris hurried to make her way back to bed where it was warm and snuggly.
"Lookie who it is," a voice said, cutting through the silenced corridor. Paris almost screamed out in shock and turned gingerly to see who it was, her mind creating a number of stories in her defense.
"Marcus?" Paris said, squinting in the darkness. Marcus' face appeared as he walked closer to a flaming torch on the wall.
"You're out of bounds, back to Slytherin Dungeon this instant!" Paris ordered though her heart was hammering.
"Paris, Paris, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't take orders from Mudbloods," Marcus said slowly as if talking to a child.
"You will do as I say," Paris said, her lack of sleep also meant a very short fuse.
Marcus came closer until he was close enough to touch.
"You'll want to hear what I have to say," Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Believe me, I won't. Now go back to bed or it's fifty points from Slytherin," Paris threatened but Marcus stood his ground.
"I can't believe someone as idiotic as you is going to be a mother. That poor child, having you as a mother and that half-wit Wood as a father. I almost feel sorry for the brat," Marcus said, smiling cruelly as Paris' expression turned to one of horror.
"How do you, how, how?" Paris stuttered, utterly taken aback.
"Ah," Marcus said and leant toward Paris. She felt his hand creep into her dressing gown pocket and realized she had put the prophecy in there. She was too mortified to stop him.
"Lookie here, here's your initials and Wood's and look who these initials are," Marcus said. He pointed to the set under Paris' name. "M.R.F. Now who do we know who has those initials?" Marcus pointed at the 'M' and Paris was almost sick.
"Marcus, Randall, Flint," Marcus said, pointing to each letter as he said the names.
Paris looked up at Marcus in horror. He was right. His stupid name was on the prophecy. He had something to do with it!
"Your middle name is Randall?" Paris said, almost wanting to laugh.
"Yes and I believe yours is Trojan. How, erm, lovely," Marcus said nastily. He put the tablet back into Paris' pocket.
"I'd be nicer to me if I were you. Wouldn't want me to slip up and say something to say, the whole Slytherin house now would you?" Marcus taunted. Paris wanted to do nothing more than to swing her fist at him.
"You're despicable," Paris spat.
"Yeah and you're ugly. Pretty equal I'd say," Marcus said off handly. Paris hated him, hated him more than anything in the world.
"You're not going to cry, are you? Like you did in Potions a few weeks ago?" Marcus said, feigning sympathy. Paris was ready to pull her wand and curse the slime ball, not cry.
"No," Paris said. "You can't hurt me Marcus, not one little bit. You're nothing more than bullying, close-minded scum and I'll be damned if you have anything to do with my life and my baby," Paris said and turned on her heel and practically ran all the way back to Gryffindor Tower.
She couldn't wait for Potions tomorrow, how lovely it will be.
She had too many things on her mind to sleep, one thing in particular was worrying her most. Her family.
Not that she considered them her family anymore, they were more like the people who brought her up, not doing a very good job about it either.
Paris often wondered what her Mum and Dad were doing, where they lived now and what their house was like. Paris didn't like admitting it but she sort of missed them. She even missed Arrietty a little. A really, really tiny little bit.
Oliver was and will be the only person Paris has ever discussed her family to, she said some things to him Paris hadn't even admitted to herself. They laid on the grass for a very long time talking about the future and memories of the past. And where it had all gone wrong.
Paris was very reluctant to leave Oliver but he insisted. Two nights not in your own bed isn't a very good example to anyone. And Paris was Head Girl, blah, blah, blah.
When she got her badge in the summer, Paris had been so happy. Mrs. Weasley was over the moon and it had made Paris feel great but now, it didn't seem so important anymore. It was just a badge after-all and Paris was just one of many Head Girls, nothing special there.
Paris rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling, praying for sleep to come. She listened to Marino sleep, she was snoring slightly. Paris had to tell Marino soon, she would flip out but Marino was her best girlfriend. Paris realized she hadn't really been a good friend to Marino at all these past years.
The other seventh year girls Paris barely knew. There was Indie, who was a small and delicate kind of girl with soft features and pale, pale skin. She was part fairy which explained a lot.
Artemis was a very sure of herself kind of girl. She had a very posh, plummy accent and always referred to her mother and father as 'Mummy and Daddy.' Always wearing the top fashion, Artemis would've gotten on nicely with Arrietty.
If Paris was asked to name Indie's favorite subject or favorite food, she wouldn't know. All she knew about Artemis was she was abit of a stuck up cow and not if she had any brothers of sisters or what she planned to do in the future.
Paris realized she was a bit of a cow herself really. Preoccupied with her own life to worry about anyone else's. She had known these girls for seven years now, she slept in the same room as them but they were like strangers.
Paris didn't really know much about anyone really, except the Weasley's and now Oliver. But then who had asked her about her life? Marino certainly hadn't.
"Stop it," Paris said firmly to herself. "Get yourself off your high horse and stop it."
Paris felt guilty for thinking bad things about her friends. Friends, they were her friends and they deserved to be treated better.
Just like Mum, Dad and Arrietty were her family.
Without thinking, Paris leant over her bed and fished in her school bag for a piece of parchment and a quill. She sat up in bed and began scrawling a letter to her family, explaining everything concerning this pregnancy and Oliver and just everything.
When Paris finished about half an hour later, she had scribbled about two foot of parchment and her handwriting was small. Paris sealed it over with her wand and got out of bed and slipped on her dressing gown.
She left her room and padded down the stairway and into Gryffindor common room. It was empty and rather spooky but Paris strode out the portrait hole and along the corridor toward the Owlery.
If Paris wasn't delusional from sleep depravation then she would've worried about Mrs. Norris or Filch but she hurried down the corridors and up stairways until she reached the slender brick tower which was the Owlery.
All the Owls were sleeping and Paris strained her eyes to find her own Owl, Nelly.
"Nelly? Nelly! Wake up, I need you," Paris hissed at her brown owl, who was sleeping soundly. Nelly gave a weak hoot and didn't budge.
"Nelly, get down! I know it's late girl but I need you," Paris continued. Nelly gave a louder hoot and flew from her perch down onto Paris' out stretched arm.
"Good girl, good girl. Now take this to Mr. and Mrs. Knightley. I don't know their address but find them ok? I'll have a huge treat waiting for you when you come back," Paris whispered, tying the letter to Nelly's out stretched leg.
Paris led Nelly to the window and gave her feathery head a little kiss. Paris watched Nelly disappear into the night which didn't take too long.
Nelly was a present from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley when Paris became a Prefect. Percy got Hermes as his present for becoming a Prefect too and Mrs. Weasley bought Fred and George some chocolate because she felt sorry for them. She soon regretted it though when they blew up their bedroom later that day.
It was very cold in the Owlery and Paris hurried to make her way back to bed where it was warm and snuggly.
"Lookie who it is," a voice said, cutting through the silenced corridor. Paris almost screamed out in shock and turned gingerly to see who it was, her mind creating a number of stories in her defense.
"Marcus?" Paris said, squinting in the darkness. Marcus' face appeared as he walked closer to a flaming torch on the wall.
"You're out of bounds, back to Slytherin Dungeon this instant!" Paris ordered though her heart was hammering.
"Paris, Paris, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't take orders from Mudbloods," Marcus said slowly as if talking to a child.
"You will do as I say," Paris said, her lack of sleep also meant a very short fuse.
Marcus came closer until he was close enough to touch.
"You'll want to hear what I have to say," Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Believe me, I won't. Now go back to bed or it's fifty points from Slytherin," Paris threatened but Marcus stood his ground.
"I can't believe someone as idiotic as you is going to be a mother. That poor child, having you as a mother and that half-wit Wood as a father. I almost feel sorry for the brat," Marcus said, smiling cruelly as Paris' expression turned to one of horror.
"How do you, how, how?" Paris stuttered, utterly taken aback.
"Ah," Marcus said and leant toward Paris. She felt his hand creep into her dressing gown pocket and realized she had put the prophecy in there. She was too mortified to stop him.
"Lookie here, here's your initials and Wood's and look who these initials are," Marcus said. He pointed to the set under Paris' name. "M.R.F. Now who do we know who has those initials?" Marcus pointed at the 'M' and Paris was almost sick.
"Marcus, Randall, Flint," Marcus said, pointing to each letter as he said the names.
Paris looked up at Marcus in horror. He was right. His stupid name was on the prophecy. He had something to do with it!
"Your middle name is Randall?" Paris said, almost wanting to laugh.
"Yes and I believe yours is Trojan. How, erm, lovely," Marcus said nastily. He put the tablet back into Paris' pocket.
"I'd be nicer to me if I were you. Wouldn't want me to slip up and say something to say, the whole Slytherin house now would you?" Marcus taunted. Paris wanted to do nothing more than to swing her fist at him.
"You're despicable," Paris spat.
"Yeah and you're ugly. Pretty equal I'd say," Marcus said off handly. Paris hated him, hated him more than anything in the world.
"You're not going to cry, are you? Like you did in Potions a few weeks ago?" Marcus said, feigning sympathy. Paris was ready to pull her wand and curse the slime ball, not cry.
"No," Paris said. "You can't hurt me Marcus, not one little bit. You're nothing more than bullying, close-minded scum and I'll be damned if you have anything to do with my life and my baby," Paris said and turned on her heel and practically ran all the way back to Gryffindor Tower.
She couldn't wait for Potions tomorrow, how lovely it will be.