Summer To September
By: Twitch of Queenliness
(or Ela Lunera Artemis, which is my other lovely penname.)
Now a story of sorrow and the story of a girl who never knew what was going to happen…And who ended up with a good life, while hurting those beside her along the way.
Author's Note: Oh, my faithful readers, it certainly has been ages since I wrote. I must tell you, I am a much-changed girl. Apologies. Really. Based on true-life events, the plot is about to take an unexpected turn. If it shocks you, just know that it shocked me too. But then, what can you do? When this shocking thing happened, I found myself unable to write for ages. Now, I stand before you, writing the few last chapters of my lovely story. Forgive me, if I cut the story short. But the song draws to an end, just as my story does. These things happen. Now, on to a better note, I have an ending planned. It isn't great, but I'm working on it. At the moment, I have most of the last chapter(s) written. Also, I think this will be one of my longer chapters. Yay me! Actually, this may be the last chapter. I don't know at the moment. I may write a sequel later.
Disclaimer: No. I don't own it. Don't own the characters. Don't own the song. J.K. Rowling and the members of Greenday have that lovely privilege. So stop harassing me. I never will. Now GET OFF MY CASE. Besides, now if you try to sue me, you'll have to pay me money, because I have about three and a half million disclaimers. So ha.
Author's Note: Additionally, I apologize as best I can for the long gap in writing. Now, please try to take this chapter with a certain amount of light-heartedness, because it is not a happy thing. It seems like I'm being terribly dramatic, but for me, it really is quite the sad thing. Thank you.
Chapter Six: Surprises and Sorrows
Summer has come to pass
The innocent can never last
Wake me up
When September ends
Like our fathers come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up…
When September ends
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As I looked on to the scene before me, I couldn't help but think it was all a dream. And indeed it was. I could see it as though it were a movie – playing before me. There I was…And Sirius. And in my arms…
I almost broke into tears. A little girl. I appeared to be older, about 25, as did Remus…but where were James? Lily?
And it almost took her breath away to see Chelsea not there. But what had happened? Had she died? This was obviously a Christmas celebration of sorts. What on earth would possess Chelsea not to show up? Especially when Remus and Sirius were here…It was then that she heard Remus talking.
"Chelsea sends her regards." He muttered. Oh, well that explained it. However, when I heard my own response, I almost cried.
"I'm glad she decided not to come. It would have been so awkward for me." And I saw Sirius nodding. I gaped at the scene. Was this to be my future?
I can remember sitting there, watching the scene. I learned that my little girl's name was Casey, which was the name of one of my muggle friends. Casey Justine Black…But that meant…I was married?
To Sirius.
The thought frightened me out of my wits, even more-so than the feeling of dread that had swept over me when I had seen my life without Chelsea. Maybe Sirius was the reason that I could look so happy…Maybe I had moved on. Even as I thought about it, I knew that it seemed horribly cruel of me.
It was like…abandoning her. I couldn't imagine doing that for any reason, but apparently, I would…Or perhaps she would? I just couldn't imagine it.
And as I blinked, the scene faded…even though it was one that I wanted to hang on to forever…
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I awoke, rubbing my eyes. "Hey Sirius…" I muttered. "HOLY SHIT! SIRIUS!"
However, this woke him as well, unfortunately, and he looked utterly shocked. I stood and left immediately, not sure whether to feel giddy or upset. I settled for a combination of the both, which ended up leaving me with an upset stomach. "Jayde! Wait!" I heard him call…but no.
When, I found Chelsea, I hugged her tightly. She looked at me, surprised. Whatever would I do without her? Truthfully, I didn't know. "What was that all about?" she asked curiously.
"You know that I love you right? And if anything ever happens to make us not-friends, don't hate me…please." Even I thought it sounded strange. She looked at me curiously, but said nothing.
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Over the next few weeks, I could see a change in Chelsea, and it scared me. She was getting increasingly depressed and critical and I hated to see her that way.
I also was no longer enjoying her company as much as I should have been. Chelsea…well, she was a changed girl. Something had happened, and I didn't know what it was. But then, I suppose it was possible that I had changed – an option that I doubted, but knew to be possible.
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Wake me up…
When September ends
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Many months since my dream first appeared, and still it plagued me. It was both a nightmare and a fantasy, and it was killing me, not to be able to tell a soul. So, I began keeping a diary. At first, I felt foolish, but soon later, it actually helped me. By now, the dance had since passed. Sirius was now my beautiful beau, Chelsea and I were still friends – if barely, and Orion had gotten suspended for 'inappropriate actions' and 'unwise moral decisions'. Life seemed to finally be on track.
But then, life couldn't really be perfect, could it? It never was. For one, NEWTS were coming up, and I hated to study – though I knew this would probably be the most important set of tests that I ever took in my life. It would earn me my spot in the Wizarding World, which was what I knew that I needed. More importantly, I could feel my strong bond of friendship with Chelsea beginning to fray.
And the worst thing was, I could feel myself avoiding her presence, and it was tearing the group apart. And, as I knew, Sirius and James chose me. Remus split his time, and Lily, who had finally agreed to a date with the ecstatic James, was now hanging out with me too.
It was tearing us all apart, and it was alienating Chelsea. And I felt horrible about it.
So, about a week before our NEWTS, I told Chelsea that I couldn't be her friend anymore. She reacted strongly, though I knew that she had known it was coming. Chelsea always knew. I had had a vision, and still Chelsea knew.
That horrible dream, it was coming true. And I knew, because I had just skipped two periods.
I was going to have a baby. My life was falling apart at the edges, and this time, there was no Chelsea to pick up the fallen pieces and weave them skillfully back into my life. All I had was Sirius, who I had to tell…And I dreaded the thought.
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Another chunk of time, gone. It was just a week before school ended, and there was now a small bulge in my belly. I don't know how I made it through these past weeks, but somehow, I am still alive. Emotionally and physically. It's been difficult, but somehow, I am still alive. Somehow, I had made it.
Perhaps I was stronger than I had thought…Or perhaps I had stopped leaning all of my weight on Chelsea and put it onto the other around me. However, I didn't want to believe that, because a huge part of me felt guilty for it, so I pushed it to the back of my mind. If you couldn't solve a problem, ignore it. It was a motto that I lived by subconsciously. Had I really known about it at the time, perhaps I would have been a different girl. Perhaps I would not have ditched my friend.
For, surely, that is how she felt about it? What if the same thing had happened to me? Wouldn't I feel betrayed? Oh, my horrid conscience was keeping up with me. And I of course, just had to tell her with the Auto-Note sheets that she herself had made. At the time, I had forgotten to specify her name, so everyone who had one…they all knew what I had done.
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Well Diary, what do you think? I didn't have a terribly exciting seventh year, but I still feel guilty about it. Especially Chelsea. I never got to tell her sorry either. When we turned 27, she was killed in a Death Eater attack. After all, she was a muggle-born, even if she was a genius. I saw her maybe three times from the time we were at Hogwarts to then.
And now, I can't help but feel a bit horrible for leaving her like that. It would be like…leaving your spouse, we were that close of friends. When we first met, everything had fallen into place. The best of friends. I kind of regret it I think.
It almost makes me laugh, looking back on it. When we were in school, she always said she was saving her virginity for when she was 27 years old. Of course, this never held intact, but had it, she may very well have died a virgin.
If not for Orion…and Remus. They finally got together. He was broken-hearted. Until, of course, he found Tonks. I had to live through so much. I saw James and Lily die, and then Sirius died. My daughter, Casey Justine Black, ended up falling ill. Even now she is in a muggle hospital with a coma. She chose not to leave a life of magic. She was a squib anyhow.
I however, well, I'm forced to live in my Animagus form, for I'm still a prime suspect and victim for the Death Eaters. I live as a white owl that this famous boy, Harry Potter, named 'Hedwig'.
So now, I live the melancholy life, and am only human when the opportunity arises.
Well, the boy stirs in his sleep. He'll do great things one day, just as everyone predicts. But I must go.
Much love to you Diary…I just hope that one day I can feel more at peace. I remember what Remus told me. The last thing that Chelsea had said on the brink of death was that she loved him. But the penultimate thing that had uttered from her lips was that she forgave me.
I don't think I believe her, but I can hope.
Chelsea, if you're out there, I love you, and I'm sorry.
Love,
Jayde.
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And, as I turned back into my owl form, I could swear that I heard all of them – James, Lily, and Sirius – kiss me goodnight. And I could swear that I heard Chelsea's gentle voice in my ear.
I loved you too, once.
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Wake me up when September ends
Wake
me up when September ends
Wake
me up when September ends
.:FIN:.
Author's Note: True, I don't know if the girl who represents Jayde really feels this way, but I'd like to think that she did. This is a story that is based on fiction, but has truth to it. I hope you enjoyed it. If not, please tell me what I could have done better. Additionally, if I get a request or two to write a sequel songfic, then I very well might. Well, I truly hope that you enjoyed my little work of art, considering that it took me ages to think of a proper ending. Well, thank you.
