Ahhh, I know, it has been like an eternity since I updated, but I just couldn't bring myself to write something. Every time I tried and opened the document I didn't bring more than one sentence together.
I had hoped that during Christmas break I would find some real time ( December is the WORST month in school since all the teachers suddenly think 'Oh, we still have to write an exam!!! So I had 3-4 Exams and a French oral presentation (:(((() a week in December) and some ideas to write something.
But I did nothing!!! (Okay, I started to write another HP-fic, which will probably never be finished…)
Not only not writing this story, but also doing nothing for school. (And now, I have to write intermediate examinations in English, Spanish, French, Commercial correspondence German and Office Education in German THIS Week)
BUT I made a plan what is going to happen in each chapter until this story is finished as well as the songs for each chapter. And I can tell you now, that the story will be completed after 16 chapters and an epilogue. And since I've let you wait so long, I decided to post my plan for the next chapter at the end of this here and I will continue with this until the end. (If you want me to do this)
Oh, yes, and I decided to tell you in this chappie who was it that saved Angie. So if anyone wants to make me happy, I want him covered in chocolate, okay? ;)
TriGemini: Glad you liked the chapter. Well, Fred understanding Angelina's situation… hm… I don't think he will stay long enough to even listen… so… but maybe we will see a wonder one day…
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Calm Serene: AHHH!!! The bell again….. First off, I'm sorry about yourgrandfather. ( I don't know how one says this formally in English, so I just can say sorry) My grandpa died two and a half years ago in July and it took me months to realize it completely. My grandparents both lived with us, and I couldn't bring myself to go into their room for a long time, for I could still smell this smell when someone died…
But now… Answer time:
1. Yep, he is a clever boy. He understands. (and I think Alicia would have made him understand otherwise)
2. Uh…well, Fred… he is more difficult than George. Way more difficult…
3. Well, the basics (getting raped, beat up by her husband) Alicia already knows. But maybe one day she'll tell them what exactly happened.
4. Uh…did I ever say she left him??? I can't really remember that I ever told that… no, I definitely didn't say that…
5. No, they are strong children. Having played outdoors a lot made them strong.
6. Yes, isn't it cute???
7. Because of the broken arm, the mediwitches and wizards wanted her to stay in case it worsened ( and of course, so she could meet Angelina)
8. That's where she got the broken arm from.
9. Ginny??? Uh… I think she was in the burrow… that's at least what Molly said… but if you're talking about the bad/mad woman… well, you see it is such a big secret that not even I myself know about it…:p
10. Yeah. I just love these children.
11. maybe Dumbledore just didn't bring the two events together. He is getting old after all… and Ginny has been restricted to not leave the burrow alone and she is not allowed to perform magic after what happened back in her sixth year. (this was decided early in her seventh year.)
12. his name was Vox ( voice in latin). But vox was Salvator before he went into eternity with Gwendolyn, so the dragon won't appear again. But Snowwhite will. In the next chapter.
Draco Action Man!!! Cool!!! I like it or rather him!!!
Chapter 9
The night swallows every heavy weight
Discharges the day from its duty
The moon stands steep and is again doing nothing
I close my eyes and think of you
Is anyone there, when your wing is breaking
Who splints it for you, who protects you
Who watches out for you, who carries you on clouds
Who counts the stars for you while you're sleeping
I try to preprogramme a dream
And imagine you'd came to me
I should stop to wear my brains out
You are there and I am here
Is anyone there, when your wing is breaking
Who splints it for you, who protects you
Who watches out for you, who carries you on clouds
Who counts the stars for you while you're sleeping
Herbert Grönemeyer – Dort und hier (there and here)
It was late that night. Or early that morning. Whatever you want to call it at three o'clock. Hermione was sitting on the edge of her bed, staring into nothingness. Draco had fallen asleep about an hour ago, Nathaniel lying between them. She felt so helpless. Her daughter was kidnapped and there was nothing she could do. And she had thought that they could now live in happiness.
She sighed and opened the drawer of her nightstand. Inside she found the old necklace she had gotten in her seventh year. The tear of the dragon. Or at least, what had remained of it.
Hermione smiled sadly. She remembered the moment, when Salvator had kissed her forehead before he had gone into eternity. Remembered how the tear had melted into her body. And most of all, she remembered the happiness she had felt when she had woken up and found that she had not only given birth to a son but also to a little girl.
She didn't feel the tears running down her cheeks. She didn't hear Draco arising from the bed and walking over to her side of the bed.
"Mya." She looked up to see him kneeing in front of her. His hand stroked the tears from her face. He sat down on the bed and pulled her in his arms.
"Will we find her?" she whispered against his shoulder as he held her crying form.
"Of course. We'll find her." Draco answered and kissed her head gently, fighting his own tears.
And so they sat there until the first rays of sunlight reached the room.
"Mildred. I can't find the girl!" Jane Miller almost ran into the small room reserved for the mediwitches, mediwizards and their assistances at St. Mungo's. Her cheeks were red and her small pale blue eyes were wide with worry.
Mildred Summers looked confused up at her colleague.
"What do you mean with this? And which girl are you talking about?"
"About the girl that was brought in yesterday evening. You know Alicia Weasley's niece. She is not in her room. And her father will be here any minute now, to get her home." The young woman was getting more and more desperate with each moment.
"Okay, okay, calm down. We'll find her. She is just a little girl. She can't be far away."
Angelina was awoken by the sunlight that hit her face. She opened her eyes slowly and tried to remember where she was. When the white walls and ceiling and the typical hospital smell reached her senses she sighed and closed her eyes again.
Her left arm felt somewhat numb and when she tried to move it she felt that something was laying on top of it. She turned her head slightly and saw Aishleen's head resting on her arm.
"Aishleen" she whispered and touched the young girl's cheek softly. Aishleen stirred slightly and opened slowly her eyes. She sat up in the hospital bed and stretched when a yawn escaped her.
"I think you should go back to your room now, before they miss you." Angelina said while she sat up, too.
Aishleen nodded slowly, then turned her head and looked pleadingly at Angelina.
"Will you come with me? If I run into one of the mediwitches, they'll be angry at me." Angelina smiled encouragingly and nodded.
"You look like you're taking her home from hell." Alicia said while she made her way through the hall. Fred was following her.
"I just don't want her to be away from me for one more minute than absolutely necessary." He exclaimed his sister-in-law and ran a hand through his messy red hair. Alicia was sure that he hadn't even taken the time to brush it this morning.
When they rounded the corner, they saw a woman walking their direction. Fred guessed her to be in her late forties, early fifties. Her blonde hair was up in a tight bun and she seemed to be searching something. When she saw the two of them, she stopped immediately and swallowed.
"Mildred, is something wrong? Is there an emergency?" Alicia asked worried when she saw the nervous look on the assistance's face.
"Uhm…no, not really. It's just… you see…"
"DADDY!" Mildred turned around and felt as though a boulder had been lifted from her shoulders.
Aishleen let go of Angelina's hand and ran to her father. Fred bent down and picked his daughter up, hugging her and giving her a kiss on her hair.
"How are you?" he asked her and looked into her smiling face.
"I'm fine. Are we going home now?" Fred nodded and let his daughter back on the floor.
"As soon as you're wearing something that won't have everyone looking at us on the streets." He said and Aishleen looked down at her nightgown. She nodded and was about to go to her room to change when she looked back at Angelina. She ran back to her and raised her arms, so to reach Angelina's neck.
Angelina had felt as though she had been hit by a lightning. Fred. Aishleen was Fred's daughter. He was standing there, not more than a few steps away from her.
It wasn't until Aishleen was standing in front of her again that she was brought back to the present. She kneed slowly down in front of the girl and accepted the hug, well aware of the eyes that were looking at her. A pair of blue eye that had once been smiling at her all the time. But even without seeing them she knew he wasn't smiling at him. Something had happened that had destroyed the friendship they had had. 'Or maybe I just imagined it ever being a friendship at all.' Angelina thought as Aishleen took a step back from her.
"Thank you for last night." The small girl said and smiled at Angelina.
"I'm going home now. Do you want to meet my Daddy?"
Angelina shook her head slowly and smiled back at Aishleen.
"No. I'm sure you want to go home as fast as possible. And I guess I will be sent back to my bed immediately anyway." Aishleen was obviously disappointed, but didn't push any further.
"Aishleen, come, you have to change your clothes." Angelina looked up and saw Fred standing behind Aishleen, holding his hand for his daughter to take. He didn't look at her, while he was standing there. Aishleen said a last 'Goodbye' to Angelina and turned around to go with her father.
Angelina was still kneeing on the floor when the two disappeared in Aishleen's room. Alicia came slowly to her and lifted her off of the floor carefully.
"You should be in your bed." She said silently and led Angelina back to her room.
He made his way through the hospital wing as though he owned it. Several people stepped out of his way as he walked straight ahead, obviously knowing exactly where he wanted to go. He had planned on coming earlier, but he had needed some time to get the papers which were now hidden underneath his cloak. And so, it was now late afternoon instead of morning, like he had originally planned.
Not that it really mattered. It wasn't as though he had promised her to come or anything. She probably didn't even know that he was the one who had brought her here. Or maybe she did. Who else would have done?
He opened the door to her room and saw her in her white bed. She was a strong contrast to the room. Everything in here was white, the ceiling, the walls, the floor, the bed, the curtains in front of the window. And then in this white bed, underneath the white covers was this black woman.
He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. She seemed to be asleep, laying on her back, her eyes closed, breathing even.
"You know, I had this odd dream, in which a supposed enemy played the compassionate Samaritan and saved me from being killed by one of his family members. A rather odd dream, wouldn't you say?" He could see the slight smirk on her lips and shook his head slowly. He would not react to her calling him an enemy, they both know, that he had been the only one that she couldn't have called an enemy in the past years.
"I've been wondering why he didn't just let me die, so my pain would be over, but instead he brought me to some healers, so to keep me alive. Only to have me live through this nightmare over and over again."
"Maybe your saviour thought it wasn't your time to die. That you should live and start fighting." He answered as he walked closer to her
Angelina opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. He pulled a big envelope from under his cloak and put it on top of the covers. Angelina raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"Your application for divorce." He simply said and looked back at her. Angelina supposed that his icy blue eyes could be scary for some people. He gave her a short nod and already turned around and headed for the door.
"Montague" she called just when he opened the door. He sighed and turned back to her once more.
"Just fill it, give it to some lawyer and your finally rid of him for good." And with this, he closed the door behind him.
Somewhere, nowhere, sometime, no time. At a place that isn't a place were two pairs of eyes watching intently what was happening in England right now.
"Sal, we have to help them somehow." A female voice would have been heard, if anyone would be able to hear what was going on there.
"You know it isn't allowed that we contact them, Gwendolyn, my love. All we can do is watch."
"But, we can't just sit here and watch while they are suffering. Look at her, Salvator, look at the girl and tell me that you can just watch."
"Gwendolyn, love, you have to calm down. Of course it is hard to me to watch without doing anything. But you know, she isn't a girl anymore. She is a woman, a married woman with two children…"
"Of which one is kidnapped. Salvator, please, I know we are not allowed to talk to the humans. But nobody said something about not talking to the animals." Salvator sighed and finally nodded.
"Then let's help them."
So, as I promised, here's my plan for the next chapter:
Kapitel 10:Jenseits von Eden (Beyond Eden)
- die "verrückte Frau" versucht Felicitas und Sean den Vergessenstrank zu geben. Felicitas spürt die Gefahr. Sie trinken nichts.
- Angelina wird aus dem Krankenhaus entlassen wohnt bei Alicia und George.
- Hermine trifft im Garten auf Schneewittchen erfährt dadurch das die Entführung mit Ginny zu tun hat.
And NO, this is not a mistake by me. I know this isn't English. But I didn't make the plan in English. I made it in German, because I could write it down faster this way, without looking up any words… but nonetheless you may guess what's happening, by the names perhaps, or you can try to translate it… so, until next time…
