Hey everybody! No, I'm not dead, contrary to common belief. I just couldn't
believe how long it's been since I last updated! I thought it was maybe 2
or 3 months, but NO it was almost a year! But I have to say, I've written
this chapter about 7 times, and somehow I've always managed to lose it. And
now, I'm finally able to update!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!
But anyway, thank you for all of the kind people who didn't give up on me, and wouldn't let me give up either. Everyone who reviewed, and especially the emails just made me NEED to get this chapter out, if only not to let you down.
Now this has a lot of explainations in it, and is really kinda sad. But I hope you enjoy anyway!
***
Usagi yawned and fell into bed. It had been a long day, and now all she wanted to do was get some sleep. She never knew showing a few foreigners around could be so exhausting! Here she thought there wasn't anything to see in Jubban, but apparently Harry, Ron, and Ginny didn't feel the same way. They wanted see not only the arcade and the library, but also every single restaurant, the mall, and they even asked for particular streets that they had heard the Sailor Scouts had been sighted at. Which was just one more reason for her to be tired. It got draining to have to dodge, or pretend ignorance to so many questions about the Scouts. She wasn't supposed to know anything, and while she wasn't a very good liar Usagi thought she did a pretty good job at not even looking like she knew anything. But she couldn't help but wonder why it was that people from England could know so much. She had foolishly thought that it was only a local thing, and there was no way her and a couple of her teenage friends were world famous. But today she learned otherwise.
Crawling under her covers, she roughly pushed Luna out of the bed, ignoring the startled screech of the angry cat. And when Luna lifted her paw to claw Usagi for daring to touch her, she stopped and sweat-dropped as the loud snores caused her to fall off the bed.
** Dream **
Her blonde hair blew around her face as she ran down the street. She was late to get home.again. Serena was beginning to panic as she ran frantically down the road in a futile effort to get back to the orphanage before they noticed she was gone. And it was all her fault! She had snuck over to Harry's again, and completely lost track of time as they played hide-and-go-seek together. And now she was gonna get caught, and never be trusted alone again!
Tears started to stream down the small girls face as she thought about being separated from her best friend. It wasn't like they were mean to her there or anything; it was just that at the orphanage there weren't any people her age anymore.
It wasn't always like that, however. She had arrived in a basket when she was a baby, without even a note. At the time that she was growing up there were all sorts of people she could play with. But then slowly, one by one they were adopted and left. And even though they always promised to keep in touch, Serena had yet to get a letter from one of her 'friends'. And there were new people that came in sometimes. But they had no interest in playing her games, and had far too much on their minds. Which didn't make sense to Usagi. After all, they were only six. They weren't supposed to be serious! It was their job to go and play around, and use their imagination until they go mad! But that wasn't the way anyone else thought.
Besides, it wasn't like she was being completely ridiculous when she pretended she was a witch. After all, she knew that magic was out there. She didn't quite understand how she could be so positive of this, but sometimes when she closed her eyes and thought really hard she could see a kind face. She wasn't sure who this woman was, but she thought it was her mother. She was smiling at her, as if she was the only person in the world. But then the smile turned sad, and the face slowly vanished. But afterwards she had this incredible feeling of being protected and watched over. And she knew that it was magic.
And she never told this to anyone. After all, people already thought she was crazy, even though she proclaimed that she was only 'pretending'. And what would they think when she told them that she could still remember her mother? Maria would tell her that she was crazy, and she had been 8 months old when she was dropped off. No one could remember that far behind. But remembering was very important to her, and she didn't want to lose any part of her past, especially not her mother. So every night before she went to sleep she would slowly picture that face until it was perfect in her mind, so she would never forget. And that nameless face was the only one who could understand her, if only she was there.
That is, until there was Harry. She had first met him when she had snuck out of the orphanage to explore the park. She had been holding a stick, and pretending that it was her magic wand. She was blasting the trees, and making believe she was doing magic. She had thought she was all alone when she heard someone walking up behind her. At first she had thought it was someone from the orphanage to bring her back, and had whipped her stick around to point it right between the person's eyes. But all she saw was a skinny boy in clothes that were WAY too big for him. He had been looking at her with curiosity, wondering what she was doing. Her heart had gone out to him as soon as he smiled and asked: "Can I play too?"
After that they had become the best of friends. And sometimes she would try to arrange meetings where she would sneak out of the orphanage, and he would sneak out of his uncles, and they would play wherever they wanted. Her hours were filled with constant magic when she was with Harry. He was her one true friend, and the thought that she was going to lose him was something she couldn't bear.
Besides, even if the orphanage didn't forbid her, Harry's uncle probably would. He had caught Usagi playing magic with Harry one day in the park, and had gotten angrier than she had ever seen an adult. He had forbidden Harry from ever talking to her again, which was why Harry had to sneak out just like she did. Vernon would love nothing more than to request for the orphanage to keep her locked up permanently.
Her hand unconsciously went to her pocket as she thought about being separated. They had met a nice man in the park a week ago, with a camera that could take pictures instantly. They had posed, and the man had taken two pictures. One for her, and one for Harry. She always kept it safe in her pocket, and when she had it with her she somehow felt that Harry was with her as well.
Her small chubby legs were beginning to ache as she continued to run. She ignored it and persisted on. She was now running down one of the side streets, and she should be 'home' in about 5 minutes.
She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. She wouldn't cry over anything, not yet. People always told her she cried too much, but she wasn't a baby or anything. As she closed her eyes for the blink of a moment to wipe the tears away she totally missed the headlights as a huge semi came speeding towards her. It was going about twice the speed limit, and the driver was driving like he was drunk. She didn't even see anything until she looked up, and the truck went off the road entirely and smashed into her small body, throwing her backwards.
She connected rather harshly with a tree, and felt a sharp stabbing pain in her head. Blood began to drip into her eyes, and all she knew was blackness.
***
Usagi woke up with a start clutching at her head. She didn't think she was screaming, but her own voice was evidence that she was wrong. And her parents and a Shingo who came through the door that her father had thrown open couldn't just be her imagination.
The next thing she knew she was in her Mothers arms, and her Dad was standing over her protectively, looking around the room.
"Shhh.its all right." Her mother continued to hush under her breath, unconsciously trying to calm her child. The only thing was, Usagi didn't need calming. The fear and pain had gone as soon as she had woken up, and she didn't even remember what her dream was about anymore.
Her Dad moved over to the side of her bed, and looked sternly down at her. "What happened? It wasn't a burglar was it?" Ikuko glared at her husband, but Kenji just kept looking at Usagi.
Usagi just shook her head. "No.I'm sorry for waking you all, but it really wasn't anything. I must have been having a bad dream."
"Yeah, I'll bet rabid bunny's were attacking you, Hun Meatball Brains!" Usagi turned to glare at her brother, who only stared angrily back. She stuck her tongue at him, and soon they had a fierce tongue war going on.
Usagi heard her father sigh, and looked up at him. He was currently looking from her to her brother over and over again. "Well, if there isn't any problem, why don't we all go see if we can get any more sleep tonight." With that said he practically shoved Shingo out of the room, and with one last squeeze Ikuko turned to follow him.
"Geez, what do they think I am, 2 years old!?" Usagi muttered under hear breath and lay back down.
"What, are you saying you aren't?" Usagi ignored Luna and closed her eyes. But before she could sleep her hand moved to just above her forehead. Gently she touched the scar that she had since she could remember. When she had woken up, she had been clutching at that scar.
***
Harry sat, Indian-style on his bed. He was once more cradling the small picture in his hands. He had taken it out of the frame so he could hold it close to him. The smiling girl haunted him even to this day. While he had never known why Serena was so important to him, it was a fact he had never tried to deny. She had been just alone as him, and in each other they had found a kindred spirit. And maybe it was the fact that they were always playing like they were witches and wizards. Maybe his blood knew that it wasn't all make believe, and the part of him that wanted to believe in magic had been drawn to her.
But that part of him had died when she did. She was just a little girl! She didn't deserve to die! And she was the most vibrant person he had ever met. Her eyes were so alive with a sparkle that he had yet to see in anyone since. She had taken a mistreated boy, who slept in a cubbard and had given him new hope. She had given him something to live for other than taking care of his family by cooking their food, and cleaning their messes.
But that had all died with her. He had stopped believing in magic until Hagrid came and told him who he was. He had resigned himself to forever being Dudley's punching bag, and stopped even trying to have fun. And of course, the irony would never escape him. If anyone deserved to escape the muggle world and join the world of the wizards she did. And no matter how hard he tried to tell her it was all pretend, she always told him that magic was real. She knew it! But she had died before he had ever gone to Hogwarts. And he had never been able to apologize for telling her that she was wrong. He had never been able to tell her just how right she was! And she would be so happy to know what he was doing with his life now. She had always had dreams for the both of them. And he knew that she would take to magic far faster than even Hermonine. Because it was already in her soul, and all she needed to do was learn the words.
Of course, that was only if Serena WAS a witch. Which was a possibility, but highly unlikely. Anyway, he would never know now.
He looked back down at the picture and smiled sadly. He would never forget the day that Vernon had come into his room and told him gleefully that his 'little friend had finally died.' If nothing else caused him to hate his family, the look in Vernon's eyes was enough. He had never liked Serena. And even though Harry knew why now: Vernon was afraid of Harry playing with magic and discovering he was a wizard, that didn't make the anger go away. That piggy smile made Harry want nothing more than to shove a fist in his mouth, even to this day.
It had been Dudley who had told him how she had died. Dudley had always been jealous of their friendship. The thought that someone would want to be friends with his little cousin instead of him was more than he could take. He had relished every word as he explained in infinite detail how Usagi had been going home from playing with him when a drunk driver hit her. She had been thrown into a tree, and died on impact. But the one thing that Dudley had stressed the most was how she had been going home from being with him. Which meant that it was all his fault. He just had to keep her later, or let her go sooner. A split second of her staying to play longer or leave earlier could have been the difference between life and death. Of course, if she hadn't come to play with him at all she never would have been in danger in the first place.
Harry allowed the tears to begin to flow down his face as he held the picture to his heart. It was now 8:58. The exact moment she had died.
Harry heard the knocking on the door and Ron's voice asking "Harry, what's with you anyway?" But he chose to ignore it and pretend he was sleeping. The last thing he needed right now was questions from his new best friend about the old one that could never be replaced.
***
*tears* I know, it's sooo sad! I hate to do that to them! But what can I say, it's important for the plot for the story, and it needed to happen. No matter how hard it was.
Now, here's the deal. I know that this story isn't very good, but people seem to like it, so I guess I'll continue it anyway. BUT if you want me to do so, I need to know there are still people interested after all of this time. So please PLEASE review, just so I know that my hours of labor weren't a complete waste!
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com
IMPORTANT, MUST READ- Now, I don't normally do this, but I feel there is a certain need. You see, I have another story out, that I think is better than anything I've ever written. It has a better plot, characters, and I'm really into it. The problem is that people just aren't giving it a chance. And I know that people like predictable plots and balk at things that are different, but you could at least try! So far I have 4 chapters and 9 reviews. That's the worst I've ever done, on anything!
So, if you want me to update anything in the future, just go and give it a chance. I'm gonna need at least 15 reviews before I get another chapter of this out. That means that 6 of you have to go and read a story much better than this one, and just tell me what you think.
Now, I know this is really harsh, but nothing else seems to work, and I highly doubt anyone has even bothered to click on the name.
The story is called 'chaos enslaved' and is VERY GOOD. You can reach it by clicking my name next to the title of the story.
Sorry everyone for the little side blurb. But just please listen to me?
Ja ne
But anyway, thank you for all of the kind people who didn't give up on me, and wouldn't let me give up either. Everyone who reviewed, and especially the emails just made me NEED to get this chapter out, if only not to let you down.
Now this has a lot of explainations in it, and is really kinda sad. But I hope you enjoy anyway!
***
Usagi yawned and fell into bed. It had been a long day, and now all she wanted to do was get some sleep. She never knew showing a few foreigners around could be so exhausting! Here she thought there wasn't anything to see in Jubban, but apparently Harry, Ron, and Ginny didn't feel the same way. They wanted see not only the arcade and the library, but also every single restaurant, the mall, and they even asked for particular streets that they had heard the Sailor Scouts had been sighted at. Which was just one more reason for her to be tired. It got draining to have to dodge, or pretend ignorance to so many questions about the Scouts. She wasn't supposed to know anything, and while she wasn't a very good liar Usagi thought she did a pretty good job at not even looking like she knew anything. But she couldn't help but wonder why it was that people from England could know so much. She had foolishly thought that it was only a local thing, and there was no way her and a couple of her teenage friends were world famous. But today she learned otherwise.
Crawling under her covers, she roughly pushed Luna out of the bed, ignoring the startled screech of the angry cat. And when Luna lifted her paw to claw Usagi for daring to touch her, she stopped and sweat-dropped as the loud snores caused her to fall off the bed.
** Dream **
Her blonde hair blew around her face as she ran down the street. She was late to get home.again. Serena was beginning to panic as she ran frantically down the road in a futile effort to get back to the orphanage before they noticed she was gone. And it was all her fault! She had snuck over to Harry's again, and completely lost track of time as they played hide-and-go-seek together. And now she was gonna get caught, and never be trusted alone again!
Tears started to stream down the small girls face as she thought about being separated from her best friend. It wasn't like they were mean to her there or anything; it was just that at the orphanage there weren't any people her age anymore.
It wasn't always like that, however. She had arrived in a basket when she was a baby, without even a note. At the time that she was growing up there were all sorts of people she could play with. But then slowly, one by one they were adopted and left. And even though they always promised to keep in touch, Serena had yet to get a letter from one of her 'friends'. And there were new people that came in sometimes. But they had no interest in playing her games, and had far too much on their minds. Which didn't make sense to Usagi. After all, they were only six. They weren't supposed to be serious! It was their job to go and play around, and use their imagination until they go mad! But that wasn't the way anyone else thought.
Besides, it wasn't like she was being completely ridiculous when she pretended she was a witch. After all, she knew that magic was out there. She didn't quite understand how she could be so positive of this, but sometimes when she closed her eyes and thought really hard she could see a kind face. She wasn't sure who this woman was, but she thought it was her mother. She was smiling at her, as if she was the only person in the world. But then the smile turned sad, and the face slowly vanished. But afterwards she had this incredible feeling of being protected and watched over. And she knew that it was magic.
And she never told this to anyone. After all, people already thought she was crazy, even though she proclaimed that she was only 'pretending'. And what would they think when she told them that she could still remember her mother? Maria would tell her that she was crazy, and she had been 8 months old when she was dropped off. No one could remember that far behind. But remembering was very important to her, and she didn't want to lose any part of her past, especially not her mother. So every night before she went to sleep she would slowly picture that face until it was perfect in her mind, so she would never forget. And that nameless face was the only one who could understand her, if only she was there.
That is, until there was Harry. She had first met him when she had snuck out of the orphanage to explore the park. She had been holding a stick, and pretending that it was her magic wand. She was blasting the trees, and making believe she was doing magic. She had thought she was all alone when she heard someone walking up behind her. At first she had thought it was someone from the orphanage to bring her back, and had whipped her stick around to point it right between the person's eyes. But all she saw was a skinny boy in clothes that were WAY too big for him. He had been looking at her with curiosity, wondering what she was doing. Her heart had gone out to him as soon as he smiled and asked: "Can I play too?"
After that they had become the best of friends. And sometimes she would try to arrange meetings where she would sneak out of the orphanage, and he would sneak out of his uncles, and they would play wherever they wanted. Her hours were filled with constant magic when she was with Harry. He was her one true friend, and the thought that she was going to lose him was something she couldn't bear.
Besides, even if the orphanage didn't forbid her, Harry's uncle probably would. He had caught Usagi playing magic with Harry one day in the park, and had gotten angrier than she had ever seen an adult. He had forbidden Harry from ever talking to her again, which was why Harry had to sneak out just like she did. Vernon would love nothing more than to request for the orphanage to keep her locked up permanently.
Her hand unconsciously went to her pocket as she thought about being separated. They had met a nice man in the park a week ago, with a camera that could take pictures instantly. They had posed, and the man had taken two pictures. One for her, and one for Harry. She always kept it safe in her pocket, and when she had it with her she somehow felt that Harry was with her as well.
Her small chubby legs were beginning to ache as she continued to run. She ignored it and persisted on. She was now running down one of the side streets, and she should be 'home' in about 5 minutes.
She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. She wouldn't cry over anything, not yet. People always told her she cried too much, but she wasn't a baby or anything. As she closed her eyes for the blink of a moment to wipe the tears away she totally missed the headlights as a huge semi came speeding towards her. It was going about twice the speed limit, and the driver was driving like he was drunk. She didn't even see anything until she looked up, and the truck went off the road entirely and smashed into her small body, throwing her backwards.
She connected rather harshly with a tree, and felt a sharp stabbing pain in her head. Blood began to drip into her eyes, and all she knew was blackness.
***
Usagi woke up with a start clutching at her head. She didn't think she was screaming, but her own voice was evidence that she was wrong. And her parents and a Shingo who came through the door that her father had thrown open couldn't just be her imagination.
The next thing she knew she was in her Mothers arms, and her Dad was standing over her protectively, looking around the room.
"Shhh.its all right." Her mother continued to hush under her breath, unconsciously trying to calm her child. The only thing was, Usagi didn't need calming. The fear and pain had gone as soon as she had woken up, and she didn't even remember what her dream was about anymore.
Her Dad moved over to the side of her bed, and looked sternly down at her. "What happened? It wasn't a burglar was it?" Ikuko glared at her husband, but Kenji just kept looking at Usagi.
Usagi just shook her head. "No.I'm sorry for waking you all, but it really wasn't anything. I must have been having a bad dream."
"Yeah, I'll bet rabid bunny's were attacking you, Hun Meatball Brains!" Usagi turned to glare at her brother, who only stared angrily back. She stuck her tongue at him, and soon they had a fierce tongue war going on.
Usagi heard her father sigh, and looked up at him. He was currently looking from her to her brother over and over again. "Well, if there isn't any problem, why don't we all go see if we can get any more sleep tonight." With that said he practically shoved Shingo out of the room, and with one last squeeze Ikuko turned to follow him.
"Geez, what do they think I am, 2 years old!?" Usagi muttered under hear breath and lay back down.
"What, are you saying you aren't?" Usagi ignored Luna and closed her eyes. But before she could sleep her hand moved to just above her forehead. Gently she touched the scar that she had since she could remember. When she had woken up, she had been clutching at that scar.
***
Harry sat, Indian-style on his bed. He was once more cradling the small picture in his hands. He had taken it out of the frame so he could hold it close to him. The smiling girl haunted him even to this day. While he had never known why Serena was so important to him, it was a fact he had never tried to deny. She had been just alone as him, and in each other they had found a kindred spirit. And maybe it was the fact that they were always playing like they were witches and wizards. Maybe his blood knew that it wasn't all make believe, and the part of him that wanted to believe in magic had been drawn to her.
But that part of him had died when she did. She was just a little girl! She didn't deserve to die! And she was the most vibrant person he had ever met. Her eyes were so alive with a sparkle that he had yet to see in anyone since. She had taken a mistreated boy, who slept in a cubbard and had given him new hope. She had given him something to live for other than taking care of his family by cooking their food, and cleaning their messes.
But that had all died with her. He had stopped believing in magic until Hagrid came and told him who he was. He had resigned himself to forever being Dudley's punching bag, and stopped even trying to have fun. And of course, the irony would never escape him. If anyone deserved to escape the muggle world and join the world of the wizards she did. And no matter how hard he tried to tell her it was all pretend, she always told him that magic was real. She knew it! But she had died before he had ever gone to Hogwarts. And he had never been able to apologize for telling her that she was wrong. He had never been able to tell her just how right she was! And she would be so happy to know what he was doing with his life now. She had always had dreams for the both of them. And he knew that she would take to magic far faster than even Hermonine. Because it was already in her soul, and all she needed to do was learn the words.
Of course, that was only if Serena WAS a witch. Which was a possibility, but highly unlikely. Anyway, he would never know now.
He looked back down at the picture and smiled sadly. He would never forget the day that Vernon had come into his room and told him gleefully that his 'little friend had finally died.' If nothing else caused him to hate his family, the look in Vernon's eyes was enough. He had never liked Serena. And even though Harry knew why now: Vernon was afraid of Harry playing with magic and discovering he was a wizard, that didn't make the anger go away. That piggy smile made Harry want nothing more than to shove a fist in his mouth, even to this day.
It had been Dudley who had told him how she had died. Dudley had always been jealous of their friendship. The thought that someone would want to be friends with his little cousin instead of him was more than he could take. He had relished every word as he explained in infinite detail how Usagi had been going home from playing with him when a drunk driver hit her. She had been thrown into a tree, and died on impact. But the one thing that Dudley had stressed the most was how she had been going home from being with him. Which meant that it was all his fault. He just had to keep her later, or let her go sooner. A split second of her staying to play longer or leave earlier could have been the difference between life and death. Of course, if she hadn't come to play with him at all she never would have been in danger in the first place.
Harry allowed the tears to begin to flow down his face as he held the picture to his heart. It was now 8:58. The exact moment she had died.
Harry heard the knocking on the door and Ron's voice asking "Harry, what's with you anyway?" But he chose to ignore it and pretend he was sleeping. The last thing he needed right now was questions from his new best friend about the old one that could never be replaced.
***
*tears* I know, it's sooo sad! I hate to do that to them! But what can I say, it's important for the plot for the story, and it needed to happen. No matter how hard it was.
Now, here's the deal. I know that this story isn't very good, but people seem to like it, so I guess I'll continue it anyway. BUT if you want me to do so, I need to know there are still people interested after all of this time. So please PLEASE review, just so I know that my hours of labor weren't a complete waste!
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com
IMPORTANT, MUST READ- Now, I don't normally do this, but I feel there is a certain need. You see, I have another story out, that I think is better than anything I've ever written. It has a better plot, characters, and I'm really into it. The problem is that people just aren't giving it a chance. And I know that people like predictable plots and balk at things that are different, but you could at least try! So far I have 4 chapters and 9 reviews. That's the worst I've ever done, on anything!
So, if you want me to update anything in the future, just go and give it a chance. I'm gonna need at least 15 reviews before I get another chapter of this out. That means that 6 of you have to go and read a story much better than this one, and just tell me what you think.
Now, I know this is really harsh, but nothing else seems to work, and I highly doubt anyone has even bothered to click on the name.
The story is called 'chaos enslaved' and is VERY GOOD. You can reach it by clicking my name next to the title of the story.
Sorry everyone for the little side blurb. But just please listen to me?
Ja ne