Chapter One- Of coming home
Have youever wanted something more in life? Something that is nagging u at the back of
your mind but you don't really know what is it? Something that has weaved itself within you that it's hard to push the longing out of your mind? I have. It's been there for as long as I can remember and the longing to get out of here is beginning to deepen into my head. Mum is in the house somewhere, I've been staring out onto the terrace for a long while. And father...well, I
have utterly no idea considering I haven't seen him in 14 months and 17 days. I don't
blame him for wanting to get out here, and I can't help but to want to take after him. When I go
back to school in 3 days, maybe he'll send me a letter. I know he still loves my mother and I, but
his job had wanted him and he wanted his job. Maybe he'll send word that he's in the area, but I seriously doubt it. He's too hooked on saving other peoples lives instead of worrying about the
one life that should matter most. He's too hooked on destroying evil, after all that's what he's
been doing all his life, instead destroying a masked evil inside of me. I'm not saying I'm evil, as a
matter of fact, I'm so far from it, some people even come to me instead of my father. My father is
the famous Harry Potter, the one that destroyed the venomous Lord Voldemort, the one who led
just 100 other wizards to beat 10,000 death eaters. But also, the one who left his only daughter,
and his loving wife to ward off the rest of wickedness in our world. I no longer see him as my
father, I see him as the rest of the world sees him: The brave famous Potter. And me? I see myself alone.
As I walked down the stairs I pass my mother's and father's room. My mother is in there, she is crying, however it's not a sobbing cry. I couldn't really tell exactly what kind of cry it was. I had heard my mother cry so much in the past year I had become accustomed to her crying. Yet this was a different kind of tears.
I walked into the room and saw my mother holding a letter in her hands. The parchment was heavier then usual; you could tell it was from a distant place.
"Mum, who is the letter from?" I questioned.
"It's from your father," there was a certain happiness in her voice, yet there were still tears straining down her cheeks. "He's coming home," there, I realized that the tears my mum was shedding were tears of joy. She handed me the letter and I read.
Dear Parvati and Abby,
I'm coming home. Although not all my work is finished here I believe it is time to come back home to my family. I have missed you two for so long and my heart aches to see your beautiful faces again. Since my last letter which was three months ago, I have been stationed in Ethiopia, Africa. I would say that I didn't enjoy it, but I could never lie to you. Being an Auror has been my life long dream, yet I did not feel complete here. I love you Parvati with all my heart and leaving you for this long has been the worst mistake of my life. And Abby, I know you'll have grown up so much, and I dearly hope you don't hate me too much. I will be arriving on Aug 30 at aprrox. 12:20 pm.
I love you,
Harry
I looked up at my mother and I felt tears also rolling down my cheeks. As much as I was happy I couldn't help but stream with more anger. If my father were to come back and expect that nothing has happened between him and I, I will absolutely never forgive him. Mum had always told me that father had a tendency to loose his temper at Hogwarts and I couldn't help but wonder if I had inherited his moods.
I admire my mother. Not once during these 14 months did she look at another man, however many looked at her. She found a job at the ministry to pass her long hours of sadness. When she was around other people she looked strong. She seemed to be unwavered by the fact that everything around her made her think of my father. Yes, I admire my mother.
