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Three years have passed since I impulsively drove out of LaPush without a destination after Sam's wedding.
I had set out to start a new life without a concrete plan. Just one suitcase containing my clothes, some important trinkets and bare essentials and a purse with a bit of cash and a debit card.
These items would have been enough if only I had decided a destination and got a place to stay. I realised this when I had just got out of LaPush.
My first stop of my journey was Seattle where I stayed for nearly a week. I was staying there when after two days of my departure, I recieved a call from home.
I was out on the streets of Seattle, exploring the city. It was tge first time I was here. From childhood I had never been at more than 2 hour distance of home.
Suddenly, my phone started ringing loudly. Seeing the phone no. I went pale. How can I forget to call home after being away for nearly three days? It was through this panic and fright of my loving mom's temper that I picked the call and said a meek,"Hello mom." My voice was weak with fright. When I had disappeared with Seth and Jacob, my mother had for the first minute hugged me and the next, she was screeching her throat out at me. Seth had not gotten off much better but for me, it was scariest nightmare as I was supposed to be the mature as expected, the screeching started after a pause of a fe seconds,"Leah Suzanne Clearwater! Where are you? Come home right now..." I had to shout to stop her never ending rant."I'm not coming back mom."I said in a tone that sounded like the thing I stated was the most obvious thing in the world."Not coming back? What do you m-mean?"Her voice broke at the end at the end of the dialogue which I guessed was meant to convey a feeling of anger. Her broken voice broke my heart. The second hardest part of this conversation was explaining her the reasons for my abrupt departure. Second hardest? What was first? Hearing heart wrenching sadness in my little brother's tone. I felt like a horrible sister but tried to assuage my guilt by reminding myself that he waas grownup now and did needed to protect and support himself.
I departed from Seattle after seven days of sightseeing through the city. For a girl who belonged to an extra small township like I did, the huge city was overwhelming. The skyscrapers, industries, ports and other modern structures made me wonder how far the world had gone and how the combined four to five thousand inhabitants of Forks and La Push lived so near yet so far away from this lifestyle of this modern world. The city was a perfect combination of city life filled with clubs and industries and natural habitat. Mount Rainier was too beautiful to describe in words.
It was during my stay in Seattle that I rekindled my love for fine arts. The beauty of the city was more than a bit inspiring to paint it on a canvas and sometimes capture in a camera. Not that I gad any of these. So I sketched Mount Rainier in an empty notebook I had brought and captured the images of tge city in a digital camera I bought in the city. Seattle was where I decided to travel until I did not have anymore urge to.
After Seattle, my next stop was Potland. On the way, I realised that I really will not have anymore money if I did not find a constant source of income as my expanditure was increasing day by day resulting in a dent in my funds. The source of said funds were my savings from small amont of money I earned on the reservation by making paintings, postcards and wooden ornaments with tribal engravings. My second source of income was my share in the fishing trade my father did. The last source was my monthly allowance from my mother. Even all these sources weren't enough to fund me for a long time. So, in Portland I decided to extend the duration of my stays from a week as I had decided before to a month or two. This time allowed me to make some paintings, postcards and tribal arts and capture pictures and make some income by displaying and selling them at exhibitions. After a three month and half of stay in Portland, I drove along the coastline of Oregan, capturing the beauty of the region. The beaches, the sunsets, the wildlife and all the other elements. Phasing into my wolf form was rare but frequent enough to not start ageing.
I was staying in a small town called Cannon beach when my mom first brought up the topic of visiting home. I myself was feeling a bit homesick and wanted to return. So, I left my car in the small cabin I had bought in Cannon Beach and flew home for the first time in ten months, since Sam's wedding.
At home, the welcome I recieved was unbelievable. Who thought that both the packs will be at Port Angeles airport ro recieve the bitter harpy after she ran away. And who knew what shock I would feel when I saw Sam and Emily's baby boy, of whose existence I was unaware of and when I was requested to become said boy's godmother.
"Hey Leah."I jumped a little in surprise when I heard a small voice speak from the doorway. My counsin was standing there, holding a quiet bundle in her arms. I had not seen the child cry even once since I got back.
When I recovered from my shock, I replied,"Hi," and invited her inside.
After years, I did not feel any resentment towards my cousin. I almost felt overjoyed sitting at the dining table, sipping tea and munching on muffins I had made and chatting quietly with her. An year old Liam, her and Sam's son was babbling happily in his high chair while making a mess of the myffin he was holding. When I had first met him, he looked like a miniature Sam ( of course without all those muscles ) but looking closely, he had a lot of Emily's features.
It was during this light conversation that Emily quietly said,"Leah, I had a request?" When I gave a nod, she continued,"Will you be Liam's godmother?" For a few minutes, there was deafening silence in my mother's kitchen. After which my eyes started to sting. They were filled with tears of joy and just like my teenage days, I hugged Emily tightly like a sister and agreed to her request.
After a month of stay at home, which was filled with joy, I flew back to Cannon beach. I had brought some other things from La Push. My old photo albums. A new one too which was filled with pictures taken during my stay. But my mother did not like sending me away again. So it was decided that I would return home atleast one an year. It was the tribe council that gave me the best gift of my life, I was granted exclusive rights to sell Quileute artifacts and was made the proud owner of a small store bought in Cannon beach. The only sour point was saying goodbye to my godson which only strengthened my resolve to visit frequently.
It was a warm Sunday morning when an emrald eyes teenage boy with a bushy haired girl came knocking on my little cottage's door. I was confused because I didn't know a lot of people here and whom I knew, I was not very well aquainted with them so they very scarcly visited me.
"Hello", said the girl while the boy was staring stupidly at me. Seeing this, the girl whacked him on the head and introduced herself,"I am Hermione Granger. We are lost. Can you tell us how we can reach Portland?"
Now, I was confused. Royally confused. How can a person get lost on the way to Portland and land in Cannon beach? I looked for any sign of bad mental health on the teenagers' faces but found none. Atleast not on the girl's face. The boy did look a bit mentally unstable by the way his eyes were glazed over.
I also looked for any sign of malice but their faces looked very innocent if a bit worn.
Introducing myself, I invited the duo in the living room and sat down with them. As I was about to open my mouth, the boy spoke for the first time,"Hi, I am Harry Potter."