Chapter 8
The days were going by, slowly but surely. They were a little more filled though, not as empty as before. Liz now had someone in her life other than her mother. She was still very concerned about her mother but now with someone there to help her, the pain wasn't as extreme, still pretty bad though. Liz was now in the Great Hall for supper. During the entire time she was eating she keep looking up at the blonde headed Slytherin. She was almost in love with him, not yet though. For him he was head over heels.
"So is it true?" asked an oblivious Emily.
"What's true?" said, Liz, she really wasn't sure, there were a lot of things that are true.
"You and Draco?" she assisted, waving her hand.
"Oh." Liz blushed. "Oh, kind of."
"No way!" shouted Emily. "You so lucky, Draco's a stud."
Before Liz got to say anything an owl dropped a letter to Liz. She opened it eagerly.
Dear Liz,
This is so tough to say, your mother, she has passed. Her time ran short, I'm so sorry, sweetie. Your mother loved you dearly as well and she told me to tell you that she hopes you find the best in life and that you love uncontrollably as she did you. She gave you her heart, and she will love you from her grave.
And I love you dearly as well,
Nana
"No, no this can't be…"she whispered. She got up and ran out of the hall. Draco saw her, and got up himself.
"I have some business to attend to," he said, to his posse. He walked out, once he got out the doors he saw Liz running outside. That's when he picked up the pace, to a run. "Liz!" he bellowed. She didn't hear him, though. "Liz," he shouted again, even though it wasn't going to work. He followed her all the way to the lake.
When he caught up to her she was on her knees in the mud, screaming. Draco jogged up to her, and wrapped his arms around her trembling body.
"No," she said, flinging herself out of his clutches. "This….this," she started, in a shaking voice, "this is your entire fault! If you hadn't stopped me from thinking about her, I would have been by her side; she died without me, Draco!" He didn't know how to respond, he only wanted to be by her, to help her in anyway he could. He wasn't going to take that though.
"My fault! Liz I'm sorry your mother died, before you expected it, I really am, but this is not my fault. I was only being there for you!"
Liz was flabbergasted, so many things just happened so fast and a lot of it didn't make sense. She just blamed Draco, her mom died, and just everything was wrong. With her eyes filled with tears she said, "Draco, I'm so sorry, it isn't your fault I just…I just don't know."
Seeing her like this tore Draco up on the inside, he did the only thing that made sense.
"Come here," be said, gently, opening his arms up. Slowly Liz went up to him and let him hold her. Her hands rested on his chest and she just cried and cried. "It's going to be alright," said Draco, he wanted to tell her he loves her, but didn't think this was the right time.
"No, Draco, it's not, she gone," sobbed Liz, gently pulling herself out. "I need to go," she said, walking away without any further words. She left Draco standing alone on the dreary lake shore.
Liz went to Dumbledore's office, she had to go home, and she had to give her final farewells to her deceased mother.
"I've been expecting you," said Dumbledore, as Liz walked in. She didn't say anything, she just stopped in her tracks. "I am sorry to hear about your mother, sometimes we just can't predict these things," he said, smoothly. Liz still didn't say anything. "I suppose you want to go home for a bit."
"Ye…yes, please sir," said Liz, as clearly as possible.
"Very well, go pack your things and meet me in the courtyard in fifteen minutes."
"Thank you, sir, thank you so much." Liz was out the door and up in her dorm getting what she was going to need together. When she was done she was straight out to the courtyard, she didn't even say goodbye to Draco. She was so flustered she had actually forgotten about him briefly, she knew she just wanted to go home and that's what her mind set was. She saw Dumbledore in the courtyard she was right on time.
"Ready to go?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes."
"Grab my arm and hold on tight," he said, and with a flick of his wand they were gone and in a flash they arrived at Liz's house. "I'll let you go from here I think you can handle it." By the time Liz went to thank him, he was gone.
The lights were all off, and the house had an eerie feel to it. Liz walked up to the door and opened it, it was so lonely. She flicked on the lights to reveal the yellow walls, oak table and creamy furniture, Liz broke down. Her mom used to be right in the corner reading all the time, in her fancy recliner. Her house wasn't much, it was small but sufficient. She curled up on the couch and cried herself to sleep.
A/N: There's chapter 8. For those of you, who reviewed, thanks a bunch. Due to the high demand of not ending this story yet, I am now planning of ways to make it longer, but not too long. Possibly a sequel, but first I have to finish the first part, and if its not satisfactory enough, well we'll see. Reviews More Chapters