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Releasing the Pain

"Wisdom open this door this very minute!" Harry Potter yelled to the door in front of him.

"I will not! Go away!" Wisdom yelled back.

"Wisdom Calla Potter! You do not speak to your father like that!" a very unhappy Hermione answered.

"I don't care! Just leave me alone!" Wisdom screamed right back. "And don't you even think about using a spell to open my door, it's not going to work!"

"Wisdom!" Harry bellowed.

Wisdom heard her mother speak to her father softly, "Harry, give it a rest. She's obviously upset, since she's got her anger from your side, let's just give it a rest alright?"

"Er---all right. Fine, we'll leave her alone," Harry said in surrender.

'Thanks mother,' Wisdom thought, relieved from all the stress, well most of her stress. Wisdom walked to her balcony. It was a small one, but she loved. It was just big enough for her to sleep on it during the summer. The cool gentle breeze brushed against her warm tearstained cheeks. She closed her red eyes enjoying the breeze. She hated it when her father would try to dictate her life. She understood that her father just wanted the best for her, but not if it was going to break her heart. She didn't understand why her father wanted her happy but turn around say that she couldn't date this guy or that guy, just because their families used to follow the Dark Lord. He always told her that if there was one bad apple the whole bunch was rotten.

"If you say that, then you are just like them!" Wisdom always answered right back. "They always said that if there was a Muggle-born in the lineage then the whole lot was bad. You are just like them!" After she would say this, she knew she was in over her head.

Wisdom shook her head. She didn't need to think tonight, she needed to forget. She walked back into her room, over to her nightstand, and opened the top drawer. Lifting Pride and Prejudice out of the drawer with one hand, she grabbed the shiny blade with the other. It was cool to the touch and felt friendly. She placed the book back into the drawer and sat on her bed. She pulled the pale blue silk curtains around her four-poster bed. Sitting cross-legged in the middle of her bed, she stared at the blade in her right hand for a few seconds before resting it to her wrist. She hesitated for a second before she pressed down firmly and pulled it across her left wrist. Deep crimson blood began to flow from the cut. Wisdom stared at the cut that she just made. She sighed and rested the blade on her wrist again. She winced in pain as she made the second cut. The first time she didn't feel the pain, but now that she irritated the area, she knew the rest of the cuts were going to hurt, until her wrist was numb with pain.

After eight more cuts, Wisdom put the blade down on her bed and reached under her pillow to grab her wand. "Accio towel," Wisdom whispered. A white towel zoomed through the air and hit the curtains of her bed. She reached down and picked up the towel and held it to her wrist. Soon the towel was half red from the blood. Wisdom removed the towel, picked up her wand again, and said a simple healing charm. Soon the cuts were healed but there were visible scars.

"Dammit!" Wisdom cursed softly. She was never good with healing charms.

She looked at her bed. There were bloodstains all over. She didn't know any cleaning spells so she said a simple spell she learned from a friend. Soon her white sheets turned a navy blue. She wiped the bloody blade clean with the towel and got out of bed. She opened her nightstand drawer again, lifted Pride and Prejudgice, and placed the blade underneath the book. As she was closing the drawer, she heard a soft tap at her door.

"Who is it?" Wisdom called. She threw the bloody towel under the bed.

"Wisdom? It's me," her mother, Hermione, answered. "Can I come in?"

Wisdom sighed and walked to the door. Before she unlocked the door, she slid down her sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt, hiding the scars. She unlocked the door and opened the door. Hermione walked into her daughter's room. She looked at her daughter, who looked so much like her and Harry. Shoulder length brown hair that always fell in soft curls and electric green eyes; she was also tall and curvy. She had beauty, but also the brains. Hermione was always shocked at the fact that Wisdom was so much like her and Harry. Not only in her appearances, but her personality showed it too.

"Honey, why don't we sit down," Hermione said walking towards Wisdom's bed. Wisdom held her breath, afraid what was going to happen. The towel was barely in sight, but she didn't know how good of eyes her mother had. Hermione pulled back the curtains. "You didn't tell me you wanted navy sheets; I wouldn't have put the white ones on."

"It doesn't matter. Sheets are sheets. I just need a little change," Wisdom lied.

"I'm sorry for you father's behavior. He just loves you Wisdom and he tries to do the best for you."

"The best for me? He breaks my heart every time he tells me I can't date this guy because his family was a follower of Voldemort or I can't see this guy because his family was in Slytherin. And everyone knows that Slytherins are all bad to the bone," Wisdom said, with a hint of sarcasm to the last phrase. She continued, "Take Kyle Zabini for one. From what I know, his father was never a Death Eater and his mother is Lavender Brown. You know her, don't you mom? She was you're old roommate back at Hogwarts, but daddy doesn't care, does he. All he knows it that Kyle's last name is Zabini, and that his father was in Slytherin. Kyle isn't even in that house! He's a Hufflepuff for Merlin's sakes!"

"Wisdom Calla! Watch your language," Hermione said, warning her daughter.

"Sorry," Wisdom apologized.

"It's alright, but proceed. I know you're not done."

"Well, there's this one guy I know daddy would never approve of. He's the most wonderful guy I ever met mother. I mean, he treats me like I'm supposed to be treated. Normal. Just because I'm the daughter of the famous Harry Potter."

"Who is this 'guy', Wisdom?" Hermione questioned.

Wisdom looked at her mother. It was the first time her mother was ever interested in any of the guys she talked about. She never would ask for the guy's name or any other detail. Wisdom took a deep breath and said, "Adrian. Adrian Malfoy. But before you say anything, let me say this. He's nothing like his father or his grandfather. Tell you the truth; Mr. Malfoy has more compassion than his father, Lucius. Adrian always liked me, mother, since first year. I never told you or daddy because you two, along with Uncle Ron and Aunt Ginny, has a grudge with Mr. Malfoy. Come to think of it, you guys never had any respect towards anyone that was in Slytherin. I know they made your life miserable when you guys were in school, but that doesn't meant they're anything like their parents. Sometimes I hate being the daughter of the famous Harry Potter!" Tears were forming in her eyes and she turned away from her mother.

"Wisdom, why do you say that?"

"Mom, I feel like daddy did when he started schooling at Hogwarts. Everyone treats me different. Mom, I now you and daddy and Uncle Ron got into enough trouble when you were at school, not to mention almost getting killed during the war. To me that was the most dangerous thing I can think of. But I can't date a single guy! Why can't you guys trust me?"

Hermione looked at her daughter and said, "Honey, it's not that we don't trust you, it just your judgment in guys. I'm sure Kyle and Adrian are nice boys but what about Devin Longbottom or Shawn Thomas?"

"Why? Because they're in my house? Or because their parents were in your house? No mother! I won't!" Wisdom was getting angry. "Monique Jordan is dating Evan Flint! That's a Gryffindor/Slytherin relationship! Her father doesn't care because it happened in the past."

"Wisdom, let me test your Latin for a moment. Lupus pilum mutat, non mentem."

Wisdom thought for a moment then realized what her mother was saying. "The leopard does not change its spots. Mother what does that have to do with anything? A leopard can't change its spots but their cubs don't have the same spots. Why don't you get it!" Wisdom got up from the bed and walked to her balcony. It was getting colder out now.

Hermione sighed and walked over to her daughter. "Listen, how about when you go to school tomorrow, just forget about everything. Make your seventh year worthwhile. But please be safe about it, okay?"

Wisdom turned to face her mother. She couldn't believe what her mother was saying, or wheat she thought she was saying. "So you mean...that I can do whatever I want with whomever?"

Hermione chuckled. "Not exactly, but just be careful that your father doesn't find out. Now get some sleep. We're leaving tomorrow early so we can stop in Diagon Alley. We're meeting the Weasleys there." Hermione stood on her tiptoes and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "By the way, stop growing, otherwise you're going to be taller than your father."

"Wait mother. Betty and Barbara are going to be there?"

"According to Ginny, yes. Now get some sleep alright?"

Wisdom nodded and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Good night mother. See you in the morning."

"Good night sweetheart. See you tomorrow." Hermione walked out of Wisdom's room and shut the door quietly behind her.

Wisdom stood on her balcony for a few more minutes, and then decided she need to relax. She walked over to her nightstand again. She lit the three white candles with the matches by them and turned off the lamp. She grabbed her nightshirt and walked to her bathroom. She lit some baby blue candles and ran some hot water in the old fashion tub. She loved that tub. She would be able to soak up to her neck. She added some bubble bath and the scent of lavender and rosemary reached her nose.

Wisdom undressed and stepped into the steaming tub. The hot water felt wonderful against her pale skin. She closed her eyes and began to relax. No sooner that she did that, she heard the sound of an owl's wings.

"Mercury," Wisdom whispered. She lifted one of her legs out of the tub and the snowy owl flew to perch on her leg. "What do you got there?" Wisdom asked the owl. The owl stuck out its leg. Attached to it was a rolled up piece of parchment. Wisdom reached out and untied the parchment from the owl's leg. Mercury flew to the vanity nuzzled itself on top of the towels.

"What does Adrian want this time?" Wisdom wondered out loud. She unrolled the parchment and began to read the writing.

W
Try to find me tomorrow at King's Cross, otherwise I'll be on the train already, but look for me alright? I know you'll be with your parents and your cousins, but could you try at least?
A

Wisdom smiled coyly and set the letter on the window ledge. She slowly got out of the tub and unplugged the tub. She started Mercury when she grabbed a towel from underneath the owl. She watched Mercury fly into her bedroom as she wrapped the towel around her. She grabbed her nightshirt from the vanity, blew out the candles, and walked into her bedroom. Her room had a yellowish orange color to it due to the candles. She walked over to her bed, and started to dry off her body. She slipped her nightshirt on, grabbed the towel, walked to her balcony and hung the towel over the railing. Wisdom walked back to her bed and pulled back the blankets. Mercury flew from his perch, landed on Wisdom's shoulder, and hooted softly.

"Sorry Mercury, but I'm too tired to give you a reply," Wisdom sighed. Mercury gave an irritated hoot and flew off to the balcony. Wisdom shook her head. "Just like your owner." She crawled into her bed and pulled the blankets up to her chin.

Wisdom smiled to herself. 'Tomorrow is going to be great,' she thought to herself before slipping into sleep.