The Mediator : Harry Potter
Ghostly Magick
(A/N: hey all. sorry for the really long delay. i had the worst case of writer's block for my mediator fanfictions.
actually, no, not really. it's just that i've kind of given up on writing mediator fanfictions. i'll keep this one going because it's a crossover of the one thing i'm actually interested in writing in, now - harry potter.
NOTE: If any of you are interested in reading Harry Potter fanfiction, take a look at my fanfic called "Of Mudbloods and Sex." Rated M for later sexual chapters, as apparent in the title. This is in the MWPP era, and focused mostly on James/Lily. Not bad for my first Harry Potter fanfiction, if I do say so myself. )
Chapter One.
Suze's POV
I opened my eyes and found myself in the same place I was transported to every time I closed my eyes.
"No… no…" I clapped my hand to my mouth, backing away from the house – away from the sight that will meet my eyes when I stepped inside.
"No!" I shrieked, turning away, running.
And then I was transported into another place – gravestones scattered everywhere.
I backed up, horrified, until I tripped and fell over something.
"Aaah!" I screamed as I struggled to regain my balance. I breathed hard, looking at what I had tripped over.
Five gravestones spread out in front of me.
Andy Ackerman… Helen Ackerman… Jake Ackerman… Brad Ackerman… David Ackerman…
No… The graves weren't filled, and the dead bodies of my family stared up at the sky – unmoving, frozen, glassy, dead.
Then, slowly, they all turned to look at me. "You…" they mouthed. "You did this…"
"After all I've done, this is what you do?" Andy accused. "I made your mom happy… why did you do this…"
"No, no, I didn't do it!" I cried, tears running down my cheeks.
"Suzie… little Suzie… you killed me… you killed your dad…"
"No, mom, no!"
"Suze… Suze… This is how you reward a protective brother… I was only trying to protect you…"
"Jake, no, please, no – I know, I understand!"
"Suze…I know about Jesse… I've always known… is it because you didn't want mom and dad to know? Is that why you had to kill me…"
"Brad!" she cried, sobbing. "You idiot! No, Jesse's a ghost, he's… he's…"
"Suze…" David looked up at me piteously. "Suze… I helped you so much on your homework… I knew about Jesse… You told me about my mom… I thought you loved me…"
"Dave! No, Dave, I do love you, I'm sorry I never told you, please don't blame me!"
"You never loved us…" They all mouthed, their eyes digging into my soul. "You never loved us… you never did…"
"No, no! I loved you, I still love you! No, please, no, no, NO!"
I collapsed on the ground before a group of dark, hooded, cloaked people appeared, surrounding me. I blinked in fear, looking around for somewhere to escape.
And then the voice. It always came, I always heard it – it haunted me, it will never go away…
"Get her."
My heart raced in my chest as I turned and ran – ran from the horrifying voice, the hooded figures, the red sky – from the sick green skull whose eyes bore into mine and burnt them, the snake that protruded from its mouth slithering down to engulf me – my mother's eyes, blank and dead, staring at me, accusing me, torturing me –
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching London. We will be starting our descent shortly. On behalf of the cabin crew, we hope you enjoyed the flight. We wish you a nice stay in London."
The PA clicked off and I breathed hard in my seat, trying to calm my breath.
It's a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. But I knew that was a lie.
I was finally here in London. I could not believe the things that had happened in the last month. I had only been California for five months, and now I had to move again – this time to a new country. I had lost another home, and I had lost –
No. Stop thinking about it.
I refused to linger on the dead eyes that stared at me in the dark. Even now no one knew what had happened – they did an autopsy, and there was nothing wrong with them – they were all healthy, and suffered no bruises, there were no foreign substances in their body. It was as if they just dropped dead.
But I knew they didn't.
I shook my head. I should not think about them – not now.
But why? whispered voice in my ear. Why did it matter anymore?
Why did it matter anymore? My family was gone. Jake, the older brother who I had just started to warm up to; Brad, who I've always been mean to, and how I regret ever treating him that way; little Doc, little Dave, who was only twelve, his life taken away from him. Andy, too – he had always been there, whether or not I wanted him to be, or wanted to believe he was. And my mom… my last connection to my father…
Tears welled in my eyes. If I had known that it would have happened – I would have thanked Andy properly for the tuna sandwich he made today, I would have hugged my mom that morning before going to school. I would have waved at Jake as he went to university, I would have smiled at Brad. And I would have said hi to David when I saw him walking around school.
I had no idea that when I came back from the Coffee Clutch with CeeCee and Adam that any of this would happen. I had no idea that any of this would happen at all.
Now I couldn't control the tears that fell. As the plane touched down, I tried to make myself as presentable as possible and got off to get my bags. I looked down at the floor, my lank hair covering the face, as I picked up my bags and headed to the Arrivals area.
I found a taxi stand and got into a taxi, handing him a slip of paper without saying anything. He took it, glanced at it, and drove off while I sat there, too tired to move.
I had never looked at the slip of paper. When Father Dom gave it to me, I just stuck it in my pocket. I almost forgot I had it until the last moment when I got to the airport in California.
… "Susannah."
I sat there, looking at the ground, as I had been doing the last couple of hours. The last couple of days, even.
"Susannah. There's something I need you to know."
I looked up into the sad blue eyes of Father D.
"Susannah, I've found out that, since you are only seventeen years of age, you have to go live with your closest relative."
At this, my eyes widened, but I gave no other sign I heard.
"It turns out that your closest relative is an aunt you have never known. She lives in London, England, and you are going to have to live there."
He leaned forward to look into my eyes. "You can't live here, Susannah," he said gently. "You won't be attending this school anymore. You're going to London."
For the first time in days, I responded. I blinked.
"Padre?" a soft voice asked. "Should she not stay longer? Look at her – she is still not well." The voice echoed of pain, of sadness, of concern and anxiety.
Jesse.
A sigh. "I know you still want her by your side, Jesse. But you have got to let go. And we have done all that we can. She has to heal the rest – by herself."
Padre"Yes, but, Padre – "
"Jesse?" I croaked, voice so quiet I could not believe they heard me at all.
"Yes, querida?" Jesse bent down quickly and looked into my eyes, worry evident.
"I… I'm going to have to go to London. I think I need to be alone for awhile. I'll call you when I need you, alright?"
Jesse's eyes filled with relief that I was talking again, but he looked sad to see me go.
"You… you will remember?" he asked.
"Yes, Jesse. I promise it."
querida
I leaned back into the seat of the car, ignoring the screams of my hair telling me that I was going to need to wash it after this. I closed my eyes and thought of how much I missed them.
All of them.
CeeCee and Adam, Father Dom, Paul – yes, Paul, stupid prick, Jake, Brad, David, Andy, mom… Jesse.
I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, we had pulled up and the cab driver was telling me to get off.
I muttered an apology, and he drove off, leaving my standing there with my suitcases. I looked up at the immaculate lawn and driveway of the house that I had been dropped in front of.
The house was actually quite nice, though all the curtains were closed, as if the people inhabiting it were afraid of spies. I saw movement behind one of the curtains – but when I squinted to take a better look at who, or what, might be looking out the window, the curtain had already fallen down to cover the mysterious person.
I began to feel nervous, afraid of what these people would see in me. They were family – that's true – but I have never before heard of them, nor have either of my parents ever spoke of them.
I took a deep breath, chasing away all thoughts of my family – my dead family – and forced a smile on my face before dragging my luggage up the driveway on the porch step.
I happened to glance up at the address of where I had ended up. I repeated the words in my head and to myself, trying not to think foreboding thoughts.
Number four, Privet Drive.
(A/N: so yes, that is the chapter. i hope you enjoyed. it's basically a filler. but that's okay.
I still recommend reading my other fanfiction. i've gotten a pretty good number of reviews, and i've only just started writing. i'll try and write more of this, but i don't guarantee fast updates.)