I am having a major writer's thing. I don't know what to call it but I keep coming out with chapters. I think there is about two more chapter left so maybe I'll finish the story before Saturday. Enjoy!
Eleven Years Later
Dad was sleeping, so I jumped onto his lap and he woke with a start. He looked so alarmed I laughed. His face softened when he noticed me and I smiled innocently.
"Isabella,"
"Yes daddy?"
"How many times have I told you not to disturb me when I'm sleeping? I was having a very nice dream."
"About her?"
"Not that that's any of your business but yes."
"Yes it is my business, she's my mother. Why won't you tell me anything about her?"
"You're too young."
"I'm eleven in two days. I'll be able to go to Hogwarts this year. I think I'm old enough to know something."
"She was beautiful."
"You tell me that. All the time."
"You look exactly like her."
"You've told me that too."
"Fine. I'll tell you everything, but you have to promise me that you're not going to hate me for it afterwards."
"You didn't kill her did you?"
"NO! Not her body anyway." I looked at him questionably. He shook his head.
"Let me start from the beginning." I sat down in a chair and he made some popcorn and handed it to me. This was going to be long.
"Now, you don't know about him, but there used to be this wizard, his name was Lord Voldemort, and your mother, Hermione's, parents did some thigns that he didn't like, so they went into hiding and lied about being wizards.."
"Why would they do that?"
"Sh. No interrupting me."
"Sorry."
"If Voldemort found them they would be in trouble. Big trouble. The only people they kept in touch with were my family, and so, Hermione and I met every summer. We hated each other but our parents hoped we would get married. Our last summer together, we fell in love."
"Awe." He looked at me menacingly. "Sorry."
"Anyway. Turns out Hermione is a princess and her parents are the king and queen. Voldemort finds out who she is and kidnaps her, so, being the noble person I am, I went after her." I had to giggle at this. He glared at me again and I shut up.
"When we escaped, Voldemort followed us and we started to fight him. Uncle Harry came to help, but it was Aunt Callia that killed him. When he was dead, Hermione hit her head and forgot all about me." He hung his head down; I could tell this was hard for him.
"Then, when you were born, your mother brought me you, and I raised you."
"How?"
"With love..."
"NO, how was I born."
"Very painfully I hear."
"Never mind." I could tell he was skimming around the subject. I just love to see him squirm. "You mean she just left you."
"I left her."
"WHAT?"
"She didn't remember me Isy, what was I supposed to do?"
"What if she remembers me?"
"She gonna call me."
"I cannot believe this. I'm going to Aunt Ginny's and Uncle Harry's house."
"Fine, be back before supper."
"I will." But I wasn't going to Harry and Ginny's house. I was going to someone else's.
When I got there is was later, but I didn't care. I sneaked past the guards and ran into the house. I was probably going to get arrested, but I had to see her. I felt like I was missing something and I had to meet her.
She could be mean or nice or pretty or ugly, I would never know unless I went through with this. I didn't tell my dad because he would one; never agree and two; try to stop me. I couldn't let that happen.
I walked into a room that looked like a bedroom. Someone was on the bed, spread all across it, like dad says I sleep. The lump was snoring quietly and I tiptoed to the side of the bed and peered at the lump. It was her. She was the spitting image of me. Well, the other way around but whatever. She had curly brown hair and brown eyes. She opened her eyes and I jumped back with a start.
"OH my god. Get out before I call the cops. You are going to be i…" She looked at me and something shone in her eyes.
"Do I know you?" she said slowly.
"Not exactly. You only gave birth to me then dumped on dad's doorstep. Wait, you didn't even do that."
Realization hit her face followed by guilt.
"Does your father know I'm here?"
"No."
"Young lady…"
"If I told him he wouldn't have let me come."
"All for the better. You shouldn't be here."
"If you didn't want me here that's all you could've said." I said with tears in my eyes. Her face softened and she hugged me.
"Of course I want you here. Why don't we have a cup of tea." We went down to the kitchen and she boiled some water and gave me a tea bag. "Sugar?"
"Yes please."
"Well, I see your father has taught you some manners. I didn't expect that."
"Why not?"
"Never mind. Why are you here?"
"I need a couple of questions answered."
"Ask away. But first, what did he name you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I let him name you, what's your name?"
"Isabella."
"He remembered." She said quietly.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. What do you want to know?"
"Why did you let him go?"
"It was complicated."
"No it's not. You tell him no, don't go. You kiss, you make up, you fall in love with him, ta da. Happy ending!"
"He left me, not the other way around. He said that he loved someone that didn't exist anymore and that even if I learned to love him back he couldn't do the same."
"Why didn't you come see me?" I was crying so hard. I was hurt, confused, sad, happy, and so many other things at the same time.
"I was busy running a country."
"Too busy for your only daughter?"
"Oh baby I'm sorry."
"I can't believe you. You forget everything, then the one thing you don't forget, you don't want anything to do with."
"Honey, that's not tru…"
"It's not? You never came back for me. I needed you. Dad is great, but I needed a mother. I hate you."
She gasped and dropped her teacup. She covered her mouth with her hands and hurt filled her eyes. "Don't say that."
"Why shouldn't I? You obviously don't love me."
"I love you so much."
"Then why won't see me. If you loved me you would try to remember him!" Tears were clouding my vision so I couldn't see her face when she yelled back.
"I DO REMEMBER HIM!"
Dun dun dun. So, she remembers him. Lalalalalala. You know, I love writing cliffies, but I hate reading them. This chapter mostly dialogue sorry. Next chapter last one/ Try to get it out by Saturday.
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