Umm... Hello?

So...

I dont know exactly how to apologize for the long wait, it wasnt my fault though! I promise.

So here is a summary of why it took so long:

1)Two weeks ago our internet connection had run out and i had to wait until we could bye some gain.

2)Then we had a couple of strikes going on in our country and that was another delay.

3)Then we had a huge storm which hit close by our house and DESTROYED our modum... Curtsy of my lil' bro forgetting to unplug it.

So yes that is why. But dont worry everything is working now. So i am back in business baby. hehehe.

Also i would just like to take a moment of silence to those who have been effected by Hurricane Sandy, my wishes and prayers go out to you all. My family has been following the story on the news.

My exams are starting next week friday. You know the BIG ones! lol. So i am pretty nervous about that and i hope that i will have time to post and write during them. We are writing for two weeks straight, from monday to friday, none stop! Hectic, but then i have two weeks off, which is an extra holiday ,and will post then.

I have already written the next chapter, just has to be checked and i am busy with Mr. Potters Birthday Party which is going to be long and funny XD! Heads up!

Anyway that is all! I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter. This chapter goes out to all of you and those who have favourited and alerted! Means so much *Sobbing happily here*

I know i didnt mention Albus being injured in that chapter, because the idea came to me last minute(literally). I was to lazy to write another chapter of them fighting because come on i hate it when they fight! But there is a reason why he got hurt, i thought that through afterwards. I can honestly say that I got annoyed with him acting like a ... JERK! But there is reasons for that which you guys will hear in one of the chapters! :D

Anyway on to the story. :)

Chapter 14

"SOMEONE HELP!" I screamed into the silence.

My breathing came out ragged, filling the silence. I tried to ignored it and focus more on the other sounds. There were no loud steps running to the rescue, no one was coming. I looked down at Albus in panic. His face now as pale as sheet, he looked so peaceful and that's how I knew I didn't have long.

I looked around once more in hope. I didn't have a choice, I was going to save him. I couldn't let him die and by the large amount of blood that covered the floor it didn't give me much choice. I leaned over and placed my cheek above his slightly open mouth, I paused, waiting for a slight breath and sure enough there, was even if it was just a soft graze of air. I looked down at him, not really sure of what I should do.

I closed my eyes.

You have been through this before. Remember, I urged myself and I did.

My body felt so sore. My arms, legs, waist, neck. But what was worse was the amount of pain in my head. I tried to keep the tears back that threatened to escape their imprisonment. Today's torture session was particularly bad. After they had taken what they wanted-needed, they sent me to THE ROOM. I was thrown around and hit and slapped, at one stage, HE was even kicking me. I was able to deal with all that. The pain and their taunts, not saying a thing. They always hated that. They hated that I didn't seem fazed by all that, that I didn't cry for mercy or even backchat. I was silent. Why else should I give them the benefit of hearing my screams or my voice? But no, that is not what they wanted nor what they liked.

HE grasped me by my neck, cutting off all air , I clawed at his arms and face trying to get free. I could feel the panic rush through my body as it noticed the lack of oxygen, I wriggled, clawed and they laughed. They laughed at my distressed, no pity. My eyes started to get heavy and the thrashing of my body subsided. Fog seems to have taken over my brain, my body felt limp. He seemed to notice that I was losing consciousness and dropped me to the ground. I gasped, my body pleading for more oxygen.

He looked at me as though I was pathetic and I thought I was to. I clutched my throat, trying to control my breathing.

In. Out.

I tell myself over and over again.

They laughed and clapped their hands having enjoyed that.

The vampire that was 'looking after me' stood over me like an eagle waiting for its prey.

"You enjoyed that." He taunted me.

I looked up glaring at him, anger rising through me.

"If you thought I enjoyed that, you are obviously a bigger fool than I originally thought." I snapped at him, my voice hoarse and dead.

His friends stopped laughing looking between us. There heads moving from me to the other, like a bunch of confused dimwits they are.

"Break that brats neck." They jeered and shouted.

I glared them on.

HE grabbed me by the hair, a whimper escaped my mouth, and he threw my across the room into a wall with all his vampire strength. The back of my head collided with the wall with such a force I was knocked out.

And so here I sit, body in such pain that death would have been a kinder option. I lifted my hand to my head, my hair was wet. To that, I frown and withdrew my hand glancing at it in the darkness. I moved closer to the door, there was always a little light that shinned through the bottom space of the door. I lied on my stomach with my hand in the light. That little movement causing such pain, dizziness and nausea. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed in and out again.

And opened them. Blood stained my fingers, dripping off. The dizziness increase. I touched my hair again, feeling how it was so wet ,and it was in that moment that I knew that it was serious. I didn't need the light to tell me how much blood there was. I put my hand on the ground and into a puddle of blood.

My eyes started to get heavy and for a moment I wanted to close my eyes, fade in to the sleep that called for me. But I knew that if I closed my eyes now, I wouldn't open them again and for some reason that didn't sound as bad as I thought.

I have had enough. I didn't want to be a slave, be a victim of their wrath. I wanted the pain gone, it wasn't welcomed at all. Dying in my sleep seemed like a good way to go. Close my eyes and drift away, no pain involved. Besides, I wasn't really living, what is living if you were in captivity. No, it wasn't living.

But then again, if I closed my eyes THEY would have won. Have gotten the best of me. I wasn't a person who gave up when times were hard and aching. I had to fight and if not for me at least my family. I had a chance to stay alive, if not live, but they had none.

I spent time staring at the invisible wall, time that I knew was fading from me, from my body. I just sat, imagining death and then imagining living. The pros and cons were listing in my head. Notes and reasons alike until it became all confusing and painful.

Mama, I screamed silently to myself, I do not know. What is the point of life if it is behind these walls that brocades me from a life of freedom? What life is that? And even if do decide to carry on fighting against them, how can I? My body hurts and is cut open. My heart is sad and needs comfort. My head is bleeding and I will die from the loss of blood soon. What do I do?
My cry echoing in my head, making it hurt more. I took a deep breath in, calming my over active mind. It was silent all around me, even my mind seemed to have stilled as the small, gentle voice whispered back to me lovingly.

Remember my daughter, I have fought for you and have cared for you since the day you were mine. I have protected you till my last dying breath and not once shall I regret it. You need a scar to know what you are fighting for and I am that scar. When you talk, I am there listening. Where you walk, I follow. Sing with all your heart and you will heal , as long as it is pure. And as long as you sing, I will love you.

The voice in my head started to fade; I called for her to come back, to stay. Her soft words embedded into my mind, something I could forget.

She wanted me to live, to fight…

I gently place my hand over the cut and sang softly the words that came to mind first.

I am struggling to hold on

Not strong enough to be brave

My body has been through so much

That I am struggling with the pain.

Morning turns into dawn

Nothing seems to change

Not even my struggle

Or even my pain.

But somehow I know

I will be okay

My body seems to love me

I will make it through the day

I will fight for what I believe in

Stand for what I right.

I need the scars

To set the bars

Tears fall down anyway.

So I will stand up tomorrow

Head held up high again.

And I did heal, just like that. My magic was pure.

And I did remember. I remembered mama and I couldn't help but feel joy in me for that, I mentally latched on that memory. I had to remember her voice and her message…

I knew what I had to do for Albus. I had to heal him the same way that I had to heal myself all those other times. I was going to make sure he was going to make it.

I leaned over him, my hand placed just above the injury of his head; I drew in a breath and breathed. It had to be pure, it had to be me. I allowed all the memories of him and me to flow to my mind and opened my mouth allowing the song to come through me.

I am sorry for the things I said

That we left things as we did

You are lying on the floor

And my heart too,

For it feels broken to pieces to see this blood come from your head.

Please wake up and be okay

There are many things we still have to say.

Don't leave me here

Wake up you fool

Don't leave me Albus, here in fear.

Heal and be well again.

Body be well and fit.

Everything about you must be healthy times ten.

Wake up to my voice

Blood stop and allow him to heal

Death is not a choice.

I carried on singing the song, the bleeding started to slow down. My arms shook ,but I ignored that focusing more on Albus. Guilt ripped through me, chewing me away slowly, even though I tried to convince myself that it wasn't my fault but it didn't help. I look over at Albus his skin wasn't as pale anymore and his chest was raising up and down. I looked around at the blood that stained the floor and panic filled me.

What if he lost too much blood?

I looked around frantically for something to help me, anything at all. But there was nothing. I looked down at Albus again and figured that if he needed more help than I could give him. I debated about, trying hard to think of another plan to get help, but I couldn't think of any.

I had to leave Albus to go fetch help.

I knew it was a stupid idea, but what other choice did I have. I couldn't even heal myself properly, so how on earth was I supposed to heal him. That left me with one choice, I had to go and fetch someone. I just started shifting my weight so that I was able to put Albus down in a comfortable position when I heard footsteps down stairs, my heart started pounding fast.

I drew in a deep breath, "Up here, quick." I screamed.

There was a pause in steps.

"QUICK!" I screamed again.

This time the steps followed after each other, racing up the stairs. I checked on Albus, who was still on my lap, in case he moved while I was screaming. I looked towards the stairs as the footsteps approached.

Mr. Potter came into my view, clothes slightly rumbled. He looked surprised to see me on the floor but snapped out of it when he saw the problem. He ran up beside me a kneeled down, running his wand over Albus's body.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice serious.

I decided to skip the whole, long story and give him a brief version.

"He stormed out of my room and collapsed, I rushed out and saw the blood and came to is need immediately. I noticed he had an injury to the head and was able to slow down the bleeding." I informed him.

"How?" He asked.

I frowned slightly, "How what?"

"How did you heal him?" He elaborated.

Oh…

I shook my head.

"It is complicated. I basically used magic." I said simply.

He smiled slightly, "That much is obvious. " He paused and frowned, " I didn't know you knew how to heal people."

"I had to know, one of my daily requirements." I said darkly.

He seemed to understand and moved on, "How long has he been injured for?"

I paused, thinking, "Plus-minus ten minutes."

Mr. Potter frowned, concentrating. He started waving his wand in a complicated movement, a little blue light shone off Albus.

"What's wrong?"I asked.

He shook his head, "Nothing at all, that's the problem."

I frowned, "But that's supposed to be good, isn't it?"

He smiled, "Yes, but for someone that has never learned magic before, this is very impressive."

I blush at his compliment.

Mr. Potter bent down and picked him up, I jumped up to help but he didn't need it and lead him through the door on the left. I walked through, trailing after them and then stopped awkwardly in the middle of the doorway.

Mr. Potter turned around, confused by my sudden stop until it dawned on him, "Come in. I am sure Albus won't mind."

I was about to reply to that saying that with the way he has been acting towards me the past few days that I would beg to differ, but decided to keep my mouth shut.

I walked into Albus room and could honestly say I was surprised.

He had a neat room, not like an organized room, but you know it was fairly neat- for a boy. He had white walls and green banners draped the walls and his double bed. It was bright and sunny, his windows showing the back of the garden. He had thousands of pictures and posters that covered his walls and even a bookshelf in the corner.

I turned my attention back to Albus who was now lying on the bed. Mr. Potter moved around him jabbing his wand here and there. I stayed silent, waiting for further notice on his condition.

Mr. Potter did a few more pokes with his wand, then stretched up again and turned to me, " I am not the best with this kind of thing, but from what I can tell is that nothing seems to be wrong with him. He seems perfectly normal, no dark curses or anything, but then again I could be wrong, so I would think it would be wise if Ginny did it. Just to be sure."

I nodded and moved over to the bed until I was just next to him, "I really did try to help him."

I frowned looking at the sleeping Albus.

Mr. Potter chuckled slightly, "You should give yourself more credit. Albus is almost as good as new."

I looked at him and shook my head, "But it is my fault this happened anyway."

" And why would you say that?" He asked.

I blushed, wishing I had rather kept my mouth shut.

" Oh come on." He laughed.

My cheeks getting redder and redder, "We were arguing and he stormed out." I stated.

Mr. Potter raised an eyebrow, " What were you two arguing about?"

He insisted.

I sighed, " He has been off with me for these past few days and I didn't know for what. So, I didn't the most logical thing and confronted him about it and it turned out into a full blow. We both said things that pushed each other's buttons. I could see he was tired ,but I carried on. He left the room and that's when the rest happened. And now I wish that I didn't say anything at all, maybe it was my fault."

I chewed my bottom lip.

Mr. Potter came over and hugged me, it was only then that I realized I was shaking; he pulled away and looked at me seriously.

"It is not your fault. Do not go feel guilty for things that are out of your control. He is safe and sound now and it is all thanks to you. You saved him." He smiled slightly.

I nodded. He was right, besides, there was no point crying over spilt milk.

He smiled, "Maybe you should go look for Ginny. Get some fresh air and all."

I nodded and smiled, "Yeah sure. It gives me something to do anyway."

I took a step towards the door but a hand shot out and grasped my wrists, I turned around.

"What- " I looked down at Albus who was holding my wrist.

"Please don't go." He asked in a small voice, like a little child.

I smiled, a little shocked at his turn of emotions, and looked over at Mr. Potter who nodded, "I am not going anywhere, I promise."

Mr. Potter cleared his throat, "I'll go fetch Ginny so long."

I turned to him and smiled, he walked out leaving me alone with Albus.

He moved up from the side of the bed, so I had space to sit.

I sat down not sure of what to do.

So I sat and thought of the day's events only to have them disrupted.

"Can you please sing to me?" He yawned.

I smiled and sang for him as he fell asleep to the sound of my voice, a smile plastered on both of our faces.

SO THEY ARE FRIENDS AGAIN!

Yupp, i wrote the songs myself. Not my best i have to admit.

By the way it was my birthday on Sunday, had an awesome time! Just thought i should share! XD

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