A/N- The new chapter of The Truth of the She Wolf. I have noticed that everyone has a lot of questions. I would try to answer them to the best of my abilities.
ro781727- Yes, Harry does not love Leah as much as he thinks. You cannot love someone you met afew months ago more than someone who has stood with you through thick and thin throughout your life.
A I Oriddick- The death part is in the Prologue which will become clear quite later in the story. The reason to put such a prologue at the start is to aquaint the reader with Leah's sorrowful life. And I am trying to keep imprinting away from my story and Leah and Harry will fall in love the natural way. As for Leah being the death eater, that will become clear in this chapter.
The moon shone brightly in the dark sky which was sprinkled with tiny little stars. Under the moonshine lay a small grey feline who was whimpering like the world was coming to an early end. Despite the brightness of the moon and the stars which eclipsed the darkness of dark sky, the creature held only darkness in its thoughts.
Sorrow. It was such an ironic thing. Very much unlike happiness, which came after ringing a bell, sorrow did not care giving a notification, it just plunged into the sea which was life and converted the orderly thing into a horrible mess. That was what had happened to the large creature. It was sooo filled with sorrow that no other emotion dare come near it in the fear of being corrupted by the unholy thing.
The creature howled all of a sudden and then faltered and resumed whimpering. This continued for hours on end, during which, all the creatures of the forest remained away from the wolf, respecting it and fearing its wrath. Even though the creature had not tried to harm anything but animals had a good sense of preservation to know that it could if it wanted.
The interesting thing about this gigantic wolf was that it could change into a human. Or rather a human who had the special ability to change into a wolf. One would think that such an ability was the biggest blessing one can hope to have but for this human girl, it had brought only misery in life.
Her heart was broken many times, but this time it was particularly unbearable. Maybe because she had allowed hearself to trust someone so blindly after so much time. His stick, pointed at her, the image was not getting out of her mind. However much she tried. Atleast with Sam she knew he left her because he loved Emily. Same with Emily. But this time, she was clueless what caused harry to attack her. And she had also broken the secrecy of the pack in panic, which was double worse.
The dawn came clear with a fresh day ahead. But Leah Clearwater could not bring herself to enjoy it. To bask in the sun's warmth, to go to the beach and sink her toes into the fine sand, to curl them when water hit with a mighty splash. She just woke up in the woods near the backyard of her cottage, she had slept in her wolf form, and walked inside the house. The memories of her last night encounter with Harry and Hermione came to her mind and a sob escaped her lips.
Bellatrix Lestrange screamed in agony of failure. She was defeated yet again. Twice in a row by women who did not know the tenth of what she knew of magic. And one of them did not even know its existence. How that half breed had escaped, she did not know but it was a damning shame. What would her master think? What would he think of her utter failure against weaklings?
Yet, despite her defeat, she knew that she had completely destroyed Potter. This immediately caused her to become extremely happy. And Bellatrix Lestrange being happy meant doom for a muggle.
Oh! She wanted to kill Potter so desperately but couldn't. He was still useful. And even if he wasn't, she would not kill him so easily, she will make him suffer for all the misery he had brought in her master's life.
He watched as the grey wolf ran out of the door at an unimaginable speed, howling so loudly that they must have damaged his eardrums. The howls were full if sorrow. Even an ordinary human ear could hear the anguish in it which echoed in the air clearly. His heart tore when he realised the extent to which he had hirt Leah. An hour ago, he was plan trying to execute a plan to protest Leah and now he had hurt her himself.
Even though the 'boy' called Harry Potter was brooding, the soldier inside him registered the fact that they had fount no reason for darkness to reside inside the house. A rational part of his mind said that Leah had such a huge secret, so she was probably the death eater but his heart could not accept the theory that his sweet and lovable Leah was a death eater, that he had fell in love with a death eater. An anguished scream tore out of his throat which conveyed all his hurt to god.
He had brawled the whole night, sitting on the living room floor of Leah's house, mind not registering a certain friend's absence. When he woke up from his sleep as the first rays of sunlight hot the horizon, he felt tired. Looking around, when he did not find Hermione, his mind went reeling with possibilities. What had happened to her? Did the death eater take her? What the hell had happened?
Panicking, he ran home. Running through the dirt path which connected his house to Leah's , his mind went reeling as it was assaulted with a swarm of memories. All of those memories did their best to intensify the ache in his heart but he could not possibly get hurt any more than he already was. Dozens of memories were related to this path. Good times spent on this path, just hanging out with Leah, could not be anymore precious as there was no value to them. They were invalueable. He could still remember the construction on this path.
"Ow! That hurt woman." I said when Leah smacked me in the arm. My offence was, I was found slacking off my duty of levelling the ground of the newly made path between our houses which went through the middle of the woods and starting from Leah's, ended at my house at the other end of the town. The need to build such a path had been felt by both sides as we had become something of a regular visitor to each other's houses and it was damn inconvinient to take the long route through the town.
We had originally planned just to clear out a few trees so as to make a bit of space but soon found that just that would definitely not work because 'mione did not like to walk on the bare surface of forest. So, we decided that we would level it using a bit of wet soil so it would harden with time. And that was what we were doing. But seeing Leah work as she moved with elegence and grace was simply mesmerizing and I really couldn't keep my eyes off her.
As she hit me, my teasing response brought a smile to her face which I was sure could light up my world in the absence of the Sun. Our life was going just like that. Happy. I am sure that we were ready to take the next step in our relationship.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered their light jesting, soft kisses, the passion that burned when they gazed in each other's eyes, the apparent love, all that had become a memory. They never got to formalise their relationship. All those memories tied a tight knot of misery in his stomach. All those dreams they had woven, all gone on waste.
In such misery, he walked home. He felt a sort of anger towards Hermione, for what? For shattering his fantasies? For doing what they were sent here to do? He knew that blaming her could be his worst mistake. It may even cost him his friendship! But all this seemed irrelevent as the sorrow consumed him.
Sauntering inside the house, he noticed that a piece of parchment was kept on the dining table, under a heavy paper weight. Reading it, he screamed, "Noooo.."
The floor had tiny droplets of tears but Leah ignored them, thinking they were hers. Really, Fate enjoyed taunting her. Telling her that she could never be happy. Reminding her of her unnaturalness. She had not shed a tear since Sam left her. She could not afford it. She could not show any weakness. But as she saw the stick pointing at her forehead, her resolve broke and she howled out her misery.
Today, she was returning to La Push. She would remain there until she came to terms with yet another betrayal. She was leaving because being near Harry would just work to make her bitter like before and she did not want that. Now when she thought about her time as the bitter bitch, she realised how weak such behaviour made her look. It clearly showed that Sam's presence affected her. And the show was neither enjoyble for her nor for other people around her. She could cleary remember all the misery she had been and misery she had put others into.
Even though the relationship between her and Harry, if you can call it a relationship, was nowhere near as serious as her and Sam's, it hurt nearly as much. Atleast with Sam she knew she was hurt because they had dated for such a long time but could not comprehend why Harry's betrayal brought so much pain to her.
As soon as she had entered her cottage after spending the night in the woods, she went directly into her bedroom to pack a large bag to be on her way to La Push as soon as possible. Everything was being thrown in the bag at such a speed the would have made the leeches blush ( if it were possible for them to blush ). But her hands stopped suddenly as if with force when she came accross a particular article. It felt like her heartbeat would stop and her breathing did when she came accross it. A bracelet. It was La Push's traditional wolf charm bracelet. Even though, they were not that rare now as all the members of the new pack made those unlike before when only Billy Black, Quil Sr. and her father knew how to make them. But this one was special.
It was the bracelet which her father had gifted her years ago. The bracelet which had given her inspiration to pursue a career in tribal arts and master the crafting of Quileute arts.
It was my tenth birthday. Part was at a full swing. Jacob Black, Quil Ateara, Jared Cameron, Embry Call, Alicia and Emma, my good school friends and my best friends- Emily and Rachel and Rebecca Black, were all invited. Even Paul Lahote was. But despite all the fuss which was happening at my insistance, I was unhappy, sitting in a corner while everyone enjoyed the evening. Everyone had brought her presents except her Dad.
The part ended late in the evening around eight o' clock. Dad had not given me my present. Leaving all hope, I walked dejectedly upstairs and in my room. He was sitting on my bed with a pin in his hands, which were bleeding a bit, probably due to the pin. I ran to him in haste and began inspected the shallow cut in panic when my father kept his free hand on my shoulder and motioned me to sit down beside him.
"This is for you." He said as he presented me with a wooden bracelt with charms dangling off them. I sat there, staring at the bracelet in amazement. Despite my amazement, I also felt horrible for thinking that my daddy would not give me a present. If dad saw my plight, he did not comment and went on with his speech. "This is a very important bracelet, few are made like this. This type of bracelets are traditional in our tribe but tribal arts are slowly becoming extinct. It may be one of the last ones made. Cherish it my dear."
They had such a nice time that day. So, unlike her present. When all her happiness was sucked away. Just the day before, she was fooling around with Harry and now, she was sitting, crying in her bed, all the while holding at the neclace like her life depended on it. It felt like the blossoms of spring were suddenly changed into fallen, dry crunching leaves of autumn.