Hello again.
I am quickly uploading this chapter. Yes, i know i said that updates would be less now but, i decided to do this over writing a script about the French Revoloution- yes you guys are more important than the French Rev! :D
This chapter isnt one of my absolute favourites, but i really just needed to keep writing.
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Thank you Mabajama, i appreciate it so much and thought it over. You are right. The problem is that he would do well in ANY house! *Sigh* Tough choices...
So here you are., Chapter 9
P.S Albus dies in this chapter.
Chapter 9
"You have got to be joking." I said, my mouth open.
He laughed, "What? You said you wished you could fly."
I looked at the broom he held in front of me. Sure, it looked fancy. All sleek and glossy with gold, slanted writing on the side,' Nimbus 3001'. That is one long name for a broom, just name it... I don't know 'broom 1', a lot easier, don't you think?
"Yes, but I don't have a dead wish." I said, eyeing the broom warily.
"Oh come on. It will be fun." He insisted, "What you don't think I will let you fall?"
I pretended to think about that, "Yes, that is why I am going to be keeping my feet on the ground."
He put his hand over his chest, "You have wounded me. I am the best flier to ever walk the face of the Earth."
I laughed. That was such an Albus answer, "Not to mention the most modest."
He did smiled, his eyes shining, "Glad to see you agree."
I rolled my eyes, "I wonder how a broom of that small size is able to keep that abnormally large head in the air."
He laughed this time, "Is that why you won't get on a broom with me, scared of too much load."
I swatted him, "No, more on the fact that I am scared of heights."
He just laughed, "Trust me, all you have to do is keep your mouth closed. Bugs do not taste nice."
I bit back a laugh, "Fine. And only because I promised to do this."
He grinned and climbed the broom; I looked at him awkwardly, not really knowing what I was supposed to do.
He turned around to see me staring at it confused, "Just climb on, I'll do the rest."
I copied him, climbing onto the broom. I felt so awkward, noticing how close we were sitting, right on top of each other, my hands hanging loosely at my side.
He turned his head and asked, " Just out of curiosity ,what would you do if you fall?"
Great, this is really what you ask a first time flier, "I am bringing your eardrums down with me."
He chuckled, "Hold on."
And with that we were flying. I grasped his waist and closed my eyes. I didn't know how far up we have gone, but I knew by the wind in my hair , blowing it all back, that we were going forward. I pressed my lips together, trying to hold in a scream. I pressed my head into his back.
Please just stop! Please just stop! I kept praying in my mind, trying not to think of the possibility of falling to the ground.
"Open your eyes." Albus screamed from the front.
I shook my head.
"Look. No hands!" He screamed.
My eyes popped open. Is he trying to get us killed? My eyes went on their own accord to his hands, which were still on his broom.
"You are such and arse." I screamed at him.
He laughed, ignoring that comment, "Look at the stars."
Curiosity got the better of me, I looked up at the stars and I gasped. I felt so close to them, like I was about to fly into them, being a star on my own.
"It is beautiful." I whispered. Not knowing if I was talking to myself or not.
I said nothing for a while after that. I started off with looking at the stars and only the stars ,but after a while my eyes wondered around, looking at the forest moon, mountains in the area. I could be happy with never leaving. Even after a while I looked down, not really paying attention to the height, but rather the feel of it. It felt like adrenalin but, at the same time I felt calm. I never want to leave, not ever.
"You want to get off?" Albus asked me after a while.
Never, "No. I think I could put up with this a while longer." I said, resting my head on his back, his scent engulfing me completely. I closed my eyes, feeling the wind against my face.
I couldn't leave and Albus knew that. I would have to wait and see what Mr. and Mrs. Potter say and if -by some miracle- they decide to keep me I would work for the rest of my life to make sure that I repay them in every way possible.
I could feel the tiredness coming over me. I blink the whole time, trying to keep myself awake.
"You want to stop?" Albus asked me, I could hear him getting tired too.
I was a little reluctant, "Sure."
We started to descend slowly. I looked up at the stars, getting smaller and smaller.
He flew through the forest, dodging the branches and whatnot. I silently thanked him.
I closed my eyes, savoring the last moments of flight I still had. I opened them when my feet slightly brushed the ground. We came to a stop, I looked around expecting to see the house or the driveway, but instead I saw a small lake and on either side were glass as green as the color of Albus's eyes. He helped me off and then climbed him off too. He walked over to the edge of the lake ad sat down his broom next to him and patted the ground next to him, I walked over and sat down.
He stared at me nervously, "So did you enjoy it?"
I laughed nervously, not really knowing how to say it, "It was- It was,"
I breathed. Words could not describe how I felt. I still had that soaring movement all around my body like I was still up in the air.
It was the most exciting feeling ever. If I could do it for the rest of my life, I would.
He grinned at me, "I know exactly what you mean. I would never forget the first time I flew."
I sighed, "I don't think anyone really does."
I put my foot just above the water, the coolness relaxed me. I yawned, feeling extremely tired.
"Why here?" I asked him, closing my eyes.
"It was my last hope to make you stay." He said softly.
I laughed quietly, " Don't worry, you succeeded."
And he did. I needed this family. Not for accommodations , food or anything like that really. I needed them because they were the only people who could make me stay. They were my home.
And with that I feel asleep, not hearing his last careless whisper
Joke! He doesn't die. That would be pointless and cruel!
But anyway.
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