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Chapter Two: Disobeying 'Last Wishes'
As I heard the memorable 'pop' of disapparation, I ducked under my bed, not knowing if the situation would be helpful or horrible. I peered underneath my sheer black bed skirt to see a pair of old tattered brown shoes creak on the floorboards while turning around, then walking away towards my door. As they turned away, I peered a little further upward to see my favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher; Professor Remus Lupin. I painfully hopped up from under my bed and proceeded down the heavily carpeted hallway, finding Remus bending over my half-dead father. I lost it. I could not hold it in. Tears silently streamed down my face, and Remus' head shot up and his eyes softened once they saw me, standing there. That paler, lanky, sandy-haired person stood up, and touched my shoulder. I could see that my father's breathing was still heavy, just as before, but now he made a terrifyingly deathly wheezing sound. His chestnut brown hair falling over his face, and his once strong figure abused and helpless.
"Where's your mum?" he tenderly asked after he embraced me in a comforting hug. I always thought of Remus as a sort of uncle figure. I once again painfully limped down the stairs and into the kitchen, right where I'd left her. I noticed I had the roll of burnt parchment still clutched in my hand and I nudged Remus, showing him. He looked at it for a moment, then nodded and went upstairs back to Kitten. It felt like he was gone for an eternity, and I was now in a kneeling position hunched over my mother's almost lifeless figure, lightly stroking her jet black hair off of her face. Her chest was barely moving up and down. I looked up at Remus and he was holding what looked like an enchanted gurney that was levitating. He carefully levitated my mother's weak body onto the gurney, and produced another one. We climbed up the stairs with the other hospital-looking bed that was apparently for my father. He did the same with Dad as he did with mum, and I gradually started to feel better and better, like they actually were going to be okay. I didn't even want to think about what happened in the events before this one; I knew I would probably collapse under my own weight.
I remembered the portkey, and knew I either had to go with Remus, or take it. And I also knew he'd want me to take the portkey instead of coming with him to see the healers. And although I would usually be stubborn, there were two sides to this situation. One: I could go with Remus and wait with my parents in the hospital and be with them in case… Two: I take the portkey to my unknown destination and fulfill my parent's last… God, what the hell is wrong with me? Well, that's a stupid question, your parents are dying. No, wait, not dying, not dying… I thought as we descended back down the creaky stairs.
"Remus, there's a portkey my mum told me about; she wanted me to take it. But I need to ask you a favor. Just please; let me go with you to St. Mungo's. I want to be with my parents when they…" No! What the hell are you talking about? I mentally slapped myself as I trailed off.
"Here, why don't we take the portkey first to see if any of the members of the order are there; then we could go to the healers? You look like you hurt your leg anyway," he said looking thoughtfully at me. Then trailing his gaze down my leg to a trickle of blood trailing down some dirt and bruises on my leg. He muttered something under his breath and the blood was gone, and the pain lightened up. I gave him a weak half-smile before replying.
"But what about…?"
"I'll send them, and we'll see them there. Just don't worry about it," he said grasping onto both of my shoulders and looking into my eyes, even though I did my hardest to avert his gaze. I nodded after a few moments and watched miserably as he sent my parents to the healers by first putting some sort of charm over them so that they were in a big invisible bubble, then sending them by Floo Network. Now it was time for the portkey.
I led Remus down towards what used to be our parlor. We stepped over remnants of books, shards of glass, and splintered pieces of wood until I located the sad-looking cigarette holder. We both gripped on tightly to it, and then came the pain. We started spinning as I tightened my grip and shut my eyes tighter, feeling like I was turning inside out and being stretched farther than I could go. The pain in my leg grew worse than ever; and it felt as if the bone was protruding out of my skin. I needed to scream for many, many reasons, but the breath in my lungs was sucked out of me and was replaced with thick smog. Then, I managed to hear someone say 'let go', and I gladly did.