Chapter 5
Everything Liz ate was gone. How could this have happened, it cannot be. Liz was in the bathroom with cheeks beat red with tears. Her heart might have well been ripped out of her chest without any drugs to ease the pain. The letter she got from her grandmother was not of good news, but of extremely upsetting news. It read:
My Dearest Granddaughter,
It is hard for me to tell you this. I know your heart will be torn and burnt as mine did. Your mother is dieing. She has a rare form of cancer and there's nothing the doctors can do about it. They say she has about 4 months to live. Sweetie, as soon as you can come home, she needs you. And I know you're going to want to say good-bye.
I Love You,
Nana
Liz blew her nose into some toilet paper, holding the letter in her shaking hand. Of course it was only Monday. Friday after classes she was leaving to be with her mom. She wasn't planning on coming back until her mom passes on. She had to go talk to Dumbledore. She had to tell him what's going on and hope that he would let her go for 4 months. She would also have to talk to her professors, even though she did not even want to say a word to them, but she also didn't want to flunk out of Hogwarts.
She stood up, wiped her nose and went to the sink to try and make it less obvious she was crying. When she was done she went for Dumbledore's office. The walk there was lonely. The halls empty, she didn't realize how long she was in the bathroom, but long enough so everybody else had gone to their common rooms. She went up the Phoenix stair case, he must have been expecting her.
"Hello Liz," said Dumbledore, as she walked through the door. He was attending his Phoenix.
"Good Evening, Sir," she said, in her attempted normal voice.
"Not good news tonight?" he asked.
"Not at all Sir."
"What can this news be?" he asked in his calming voice.
"Well, sir, this Friday I was hoping to go home for a few months," she said, bluntly, wiping her tears.
"How many months exactly?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
At this point Liz started to cry again. "Four." She put her hands over her face.
"Something must have happened at home?"
Liz nodded, "My mom is going to die in four months."
"You are very close with your mom." Again, Liz nodded. "I see," said Dumbledore stroking his beard. He looked at Liz who had crossed one arm around her chest and one by her head. He could tell she was in a large amount of pain.
"You would do book work while at home wouldn't you?" he asked, sympathetically.
She nodded. "All of it."
Dumbledore gazed at Liz's swollen eyes this was tragic news for any young lady to withstand. "I'll give you my answer tomorrow."
"Ok," said Liz, as she left the office.
She went up to her dorm, she wanted to sleep and not feel this pain. She knew this week was going to last forever, especially with Draco as a potions partner. She made it to her bed and collapsed.
Draco was sitting in the common room, watching the ashes glow. He saw Liz run out of the Great Hall, he didn't know why, but he wanted to know. He didn't know why he wanted to know either. Liz was taking over his mind. She was unlike many of the girls he had become acquainted with over the years. She didn't spill out her life's story to him to make him more interested. Instead she kept t herself making him more curious than ever. There were two things he knew about her:
1. Her name was Liz
2. She was a muggle.
How could he be engrossed with a mudblood? That was a harsh blow to his family name, but at eleven o'clock at night it didn't matter, his father would never know.