AN: I know I said it didn't have much of a plot, and then I kille doff Clara's mum, but it's still quite plotless actually. It won't last long untill we're back to a fluffy whouffle fic, okay? I just noticed that i wrote «seven» years leater in the last chapter, but i think they should be in their 6th year at Hogwarts cuz I wanted them to be same age as Cedric Diggory, you'll get that in next chapter. Don't know when I'll upload it, though, writers block again. And also, look! I made a cover (it's crap, I know, but I tried my best)
The funeral had been the first time since she was a kid, thst she had allowed herself to cry in front of so many people whom half of them she didn't even know because they were just college friends her mum had long since lost touch with.
Clara was now back at Hogwarts. She was all alone now, she had her dad and the doctor, yes, but she and her mum had a special type of bond that was stronger than everything. Isn't it like that with a mother and daughter? And now she was klinging that bond to her chest, tying it tightly around her heart, making sure it would stay put.
It was late, very late. She should be fast asleep, but she was just sitting there in the common room, staring at the fireplace with cold dead eyes whilst listening to the soothing sound of the flames, and didn't care at all to listen to what the paintings(and some of the plants) told her.
Clara didn't notice the doctor coming out of the boys' dormitories, but once again she felt his arms around her, and knew it was him. And he also knew that she had been crying and really needed that hug. «It's okay», he whispered. «How am I going to get through this?» Clara asked «How am I ever going to feel better?» «You don't.» The doctor answered, «It's not something that disappears like a bruise you get from slipping a bit in the stairs. Not properly, at least. It will always be there, and it will always hurt from time to time. But you'll always find things that make you smile. Something that makes you put the sadness aside. And you will always have something to be happy about. Always.»
In that moment, they had never been closer. They had never felt so strongly connected. With puffy, red and very sore eyes, her head agains his chest and the doctor with a tear-stained shirt, she fell asleep. Her arms clutched tightly around him and the doctor promised himself, he wouldn't let her go.
Short, again, I know. I think that chapter four may be a bit longer, but I can't promise you anything. We'll also move away from the angsty stuffs and start going back to fluff. At least I hope so (look how good I am at planning things)