A/N: Hey guys sorry it's been a little while, but now I have another chapter for you! I'm sorry it has been a bit of a wait, but first I found a new fanfic that I fell in love with, but it was really long, so it took me a few days to finish. Then I had some rough days that I had to get through, but my writing helped a bit. So here you guys go, please read and enjoy. If you would be so kind as to review because I am way too hard on myself, and want to know if you guys like my story or have any questions or anything.
Disclaimer: I don't on Harry Potter or any of its characters, they all belong to J. K. Rowling. I would like however if you would let my characters stay mine.
After dinner we all went upstairs to the room Rose and I were staying in. When I got there I sat on my bed and curled my one good leg into my chest and stared off into the distance. I didn't want to talk, but I knew I would have to. I started to think about what I was gonna say. How could I cover up everything? James was the only one who knew how badly my injuries were whenever my brother physically beat me up, and none of them knew how much I blamed myself for everything that went on.
I had never opened up to anyone fully before, and I just felt like it was all going to get worse if I told them the truth. They knew my brother was cruel, but they thought it was just teasing most of the time. Rose came and sat next to me on my bed putting her arm around me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Albus and James on Rose's bed looking at me.
"Well," I began with a pause, "Where would you guys like to start?"
"How about from the moment you got home from the station," Rose suggested.
"Yeah," Albus agreed, "That sounds like a good place to start."
I began to fill them in on everything that had happened before I had gotten to The Burrow. I felt calm as I had Rose's hand rubbing up and down my back, but I knew I was going to cry, the more I talked about it. I told them about how my parents had left the moment we got home, how my brother had beat me up and starved me out, how my parents hadn't noticed when they got home, how no one had noticed in Diagon Alley, how my brother had treated my Christmas present, and the presents my brother had given me. I left out information on the locket mum had given me, any scars unrelated to my brother, and the pause Scorpius had shown me.
When I finished Rose hugged me and Albus came over to join the hug. I looked up as James got up to walk over, and I saw a sight that no one else had ever seen. I saw no gleam in his eye, all I saw was anger and hurt. He came over and gave me the biggest hug he had ever given me.
"I'm walking you to all of your classes this term," James said.
"As are we," Rose replied.
"We will protect you," Albus said.
"Thanks you guys, but I'll be fine, really," I said.
"Just keep up the good work for me okay?" Rose asked me.
"Of course."
We hung out for another hour or so trying to lighten up the mood, but it was really hard for them to think about anything other than what I had said earlier. Eventually, as it started to get late, the boys bade us goodnight, and headed out of the room. Rose and I got ready for bed, and got into our beds so we could go to sleep.
"What are those scars on your wrist and upper arm from?" Rose asked me in a sleepy voice.
"I'm not ready to talk about that yet Rose," I said.
"Why not? I only want to help. You know that right?"
"I know, I just, I just can't right now. I don't know when. Okay?" I said, on the verge of tears.
The silence was so deafening that you could have heard a pin drop.
"Sorry," I said.
"You don't need to apologize Iz, I get it. Thanks for telling us everything that you did."
"It was going to be talked about whether I liked it or not," I said chuckling.
"True," Rose replied, "By the way, that was a great prank earlier, but next time could you include me on your side?"
"Of course!" I said giggling, "It was pretty funny wasn't it?"
"Yes, yes it was."
With that all said Rose and I each turned to sleep, knowing that we had a fun week or so ahead of us before going back to classes.
I awoke with a start, breathing heavily. I thought back on the dream that had a just woken me up, and I was scared. I couldn't shake him out of my head. No matter what I did I couldn't stop thinking about how badly he was gonna hurt me. He had always told me it would get worse if I had told anyone. Anytime I tried to tell my mom or dad it had gotten worse, and now? Now I had told my friends, and inside I was so scared that he was going to come after me that I was dreaming about him making everything worse.
I sat up and looked around. It was still dark outside, so I figured it was probably around four in the morning, but I knew I wasn't going to be going back to sleep unless I could clear my head. I turned on the lamp that was next to me and pulled out my journal. Luckily, Rose was turned away so the light wouldn't wake her up. I started writing, but couldn't get any of it out of my head. Normally writing helped, but this time it wasn't. I couldn't figure out why, but then I remembered how I had felt while I had been flying, and I knew that I could clear my mind then.
I climbed out of bed as quietly as possible, which was pretty hard with my crutches, got dressed in a sweater and jeans, and attempted as well as I could to grab my broom. I couldn't grab it and my crutches, so I found some string to tie my broom to my crutches. Somehow it worked, and I was able to move around. I went down the stairs as quietly as I could, and eventually got outside. Instantly I felt better. At home when I had wanted to escape at times I would climb onto the roof of my house, and look out at the stars. Now, I was going to be able to fly among them. I got out the the field where we had all been flying earlier. I sat down in the grass and looked up at the stars. It felt like home. I was able to see so many stars that I had never seen. Just sitting in a field looking at stars made me feel safer than my real home did. I had never understood that. I looked over at my broom and smiled. I untied my broom and got on.