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Chapter 6
"Come in...." I muttered. "Abby?" I looked up to see it was my father and then turned back to my desk. He walked in and sat on my bed. I continued to ignore. There's no way I was about to give in to his fatherly intentions. "I heard from your mum that you made the Quidittch last year. That's great." "Yep," I said in a rather dull voice. "I knew you would carry on the Quidittch gene in our family," "Uh-huh" I really was only halfway listening, I had no interest in the conversation. "Abby, are you even listening to me?" my father asked in a calm voice. However I could sense the small annoyance he had in the way I was acting. "Yeah," I really was paying attention now, but I planned to drag him along a little while longer. "Then could you answer me with more then one worded sentences?" "hmmmmmm" "Please turn around and talk to me. I want to know why you are so mad at me!" He didn't sound mad, but he was dreadfully close to being there. I turned around and looked at him straight in the eye, "Do you really want to know? Because I don't know if we would have enough time for me to tell you everything that is making me ignore you!" "Just start from the beginning," my father's green eyes turned somewhat misty. He really did care. "Okay, my life has been somewhat of a blur to me. I can always remember people giving me second glances when they heard my last name. At one point at the beginning of 1st year I never even told people my last name unless they asked. They expect me to be just like you, to be another Potter. Which isn't that hard to do considering I am so much like you. Every wizard out there has heard of your adventures and there were people coming to me just because you were my father. To tell you the truth, I'm just fed up with it! People would do things for me, and give me things. I've wanted to do something with my life, but there was always someone there to live it for me. I even had teachers giving me slack on papers because they "knew what I was going through," my eyes began to water, I had never actually told anyone how I felt about this, except for Skylar. "Abby, it's not my fault that I'm famous like this, all I ever wanted was to be just a normal wizard," the words my father said stung. I knew for a fact that he could have said no to the minister of magic. "Then you left again, my father, famous Harry Potter had to be the hero again. You left mum and me in the dust. Like you didn't even care for us anymore!" "But I do care for you!" "Well, you certainly didn't show it. You don't know how much mum cried! She thought of you every waking second! And you have no idea what was going through my mind! You just left us. Sure, you sent a few letters, but I wouldn't count five letters in 14 months and 19 days as a lot of letters!" and my tears just started pouring down, as if someone just pulled a plug on me. My father hugged me and I hugged back. My father looked up at me and smiled. "You counted all the days I was gone?" I smiled back, got up went into my closet and pulled out the calendar I had been counting the days. "Abby, I thought of you and your mother every single day I was gone. I was constantly worrying weather or not you were getting through your 3rd year at school or not. I just want you to know that you were right too, I had wanted to be the hero again. It's just the blood in me, and I know you have it in you too," just then Ollie swooped in from the window carry a letter. "Who's the letter from?" my father asked. "O, just Skylar, I had sent him a letter earlier today and he's just replying," "How is everything with you and Skylar, best of friends as always I suspect?" "Yeah" "You and him remind of me two friends I had. Their names were Ron and Hermione," "O yeah, I think you once told about them. Whatever happened to those two?" "I don't really know," which was a lie, he knew exactly what happened to them, but at the time I didn't know he was lying. My father hugged me once more and left the room. I couldn't help but feel better. I had needed to talk for so long.
Chapter 6
"Come in...." I muttered. "Abby?" I looked up to see it was my father and then turned back to my desk. He walked in and sat on my bed. I continued to ignore. There's no way I was about to give in to his fatherly intentions. "I heard from your mum that you made the Quidittch last year. That's great." "Yep," I said in a rather dull voice. "I knew you would carry on the Quidittch gene in our family," "Uh-huh" I really was only halfway listening, I had no interest in the conversation. "Abby, are you even listening to me?" my father asked in a calm voice. However I could sense the small annoyance he had in the way I was acting. "Yeah," I really was paying attention now, but I planned to drag him along a little while longer. "Then could you answer me with more then one worded sentences?" "hmmmmmm" "Please turn around and talk to me. I want to know why you are so mad at me!" He didn't sound mad, but he was dreadfully close to being there. I turned around and looked at him straight in the eye, "Do you really want to know? Because I don't know if we would have enough time for me to tell you everything that is making me ignore you!" "Just start from the beginning," my father's green eyes turned somewhat misty. He really did care. "Okay, my life has been somewhat of a blur to me. I can always remember people giving me second glances when they heard my last name. At one point at the beginning of 1st year I never even told people my last name unless they asked. They expect me to be just like you, to be another Potter. Which isn't that hard to do considering I am so much like you. Every wizard out there has heard of your adventures and there were people coming to me just because you were my father. To tell you the truth, I'm just fed up with it! People would do things for me, and give me things. I've wanted to do something with my life, but there was always someone there to live it for me. I even had teachers giving me slack on papers because they "knew what I was going through," my eyes began to water, I had never actually told anyone how I felt about this, except for Skylar. "Abby, it's not my fault that I'm famous like this, all I ever wanted was to be just a normal wizard," the words my father said stung. I knew for a fact that he could have said no to the minister of magic. "Then you left again, my father, famous Harry Potter had to be the hero again. You left mum and me in the dust. Like you didn't even care for us anymore!" "But I do care for you!" "Well, you certainly didn't show it. You don't know how much mum cried! She thought of you every waking second! And you have no idea what was going through my mind! You just left us. Sure, you sent a few letters, but I wouldn't count five letters in 14 months and 19 days as a lot of letters!" and my tears just started pouring down, as if someone just pulled a plug on me. My father hugged me and I hugged back. My father looked up at me and smiled. "You counted all the days I was gone?" I smiled back, got up went into my closet and pulled out the calendar I had been counting the days. "Abby, I thought of you and your mother every single day I was gone. I was constantly worrying weather or not you were getting through your 3rd year at school or not. I just want you to know that you were right too, I had wanted to be the hero again. It's just the blood in me, and I know you have it in you too," just then Ollie swooped in from the window carry a letter. "Who's the letter from?" my father asked. "O, just Skylar, I had sent him a letter earlier today and he's just replying," "How is everything with you and Skylar, best of friends as always I suspect?" "Yeah" "You and him remind of me two friends I had. Their names were Ron and Hermione," "O yeah, I think you once told about them. Whatever happened to those two?" "I don't really know," which was a lie, he knew exactly what happened to them, but at the time I didn't know he was lying. My father hugged me once more and left the room. I couldn't help but feel better. I had needed to talk for so long.
