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Chapter 15

"How's he doing?" Lily asked, walking into the room.

I looked up from one of the books Mrs. Potter brought me to read.

"Still the same." I shrugged. I have answered this question about a hundred times so far, especially to the worried-out-of-her-mind Mrs. Potter, who checked up on him every half hour.

"Still sleeping?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, "No. He learned how to be awake with his eyes closed."

She rolled her eyes, a light blush forming on her cheeks, "Okay, I guess that was a rather stupid question to ask."

I laughed, "You said it not me."

I laughed at her shocked expression.

She plopped herself onto the floor beside me and saw the book sitting on my lap.

"What you got there?" She asked curiously.

"A book." I said simply.

She rolled her eyes, "What book?" She challenged.

"One with pages." I challenged.

She slapped her forehead, "May I have the name of the book?"

I looked at her quizzically, "You can't have it. That would be plagiarism."

She slapped my shoulder, "What's up with you today?"

I didn't want to tell her that I was-if not more than Mrs. Potter- worried about Albus. I knew it was idiotic of me, seeing as everyone reassured me that he would be fine, but still he was my friend and I still felt extremely guilty. So, I did the most Aurora thing possible and put on a fake smile and replied, "Nothing, I am perfectly fine."

She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow, "Do you really think I am that stupid?"

I grinned slightly, "Yes."

She smiled, "I am amazing, aren't I?"

My mouth dropped open, "I didn't say that."

"You said yes." She countered.

"Not to you being awesome." I frowned, replaying our convocation.

"You said yes." She smirked.

I sighed, knowing we were not getting anywhere. One of the things about Lily is that she could swap your words around so it could suit her. Funny to watch it happen to someone else, but not really that fun when it is you. James was an absolute master at it, he could find a way to make it sound like you complimented his 'Oh-Socharming persona'. And don't even get me started on Mrs. Potter. I guess it is a Potter thing.

"You have been spending way too much time with James." I glared at her.

She laughed, "I learn from the best."

I rolled my eyes as she started standing up.

"Where're you going?" I asked slightly confused.

She stretched, "I actually just came here to ask you if you wanted some lunch."

I shook my head, "No thanks, I am okay."

She looked over at Albus's unmoving body, "You want to go do something?"
" No, it's cool. I will just wait for him to wake up." I smiled up at her.

She looked at me quizzically, "Are you sure? You have been in here for a whole four hours, I am sure you are at the very least a little bored."

I shrugged my shoulders. Truth be told, I was very bored. Sure, I had a book to read, but I wasn't really in the mood to read.

"Only a little." I stood up to and walked over to the window to get some fresh air. Lily made her way to the door but turned around when she reached the doorway.

"You could always bring your stuff here and draw." She said and walked out.

I have thought about it but there was only a slight problem, I still needed to draw Albus and I was sure he wouldn't like it if I drew him sleeping. I sighed and started to walk around the room in boredom. I paused at his study table; one of the pictures on the wall caught my eye. I leaned over the slightly disorganized table and pulled the picture of the wall carefully.

It was one of Mr. Potter and Albus together in their pajamas, both of them grinning at the muggle camera (Mr. Potter taught me the difference between them). I looked over at the still unconscious Albus who was spread out across the bed in a position that clearly stated that he would not be waking up anytime soon.

I walked out of his room briskly, trying to make as little noise as possible. I rushed into my room, grabbed all of my equipment, and returned to Albus's room, only to see him in the exact position. I rolled my eyes at him and paced everything on the floor, getting everything I need ready for me to draw. I checked up on Albus once more and then returned to my fabulous spot on the ground and began.

I don't know how long I sat there drawing. Lily and Mrs. Potter checked up on me a couple of times, both promising to keep Mr. Potter away, for which I was thankful.

The sky had been black for a few hours and I yawned as the lateness of the night drew in me. I looked down at my finally finished drawing and beamed, pride rushing through me. My bottom and legs had gone numb with all the sitting and I decided to check on Albus again. I stood up and stretched, my joints popping and clicking. I smiled at the immense relief and walked over to Albus.

He seemed so peaceful in his sleep, so calm and happy, it made me jealous. I knew it was rather pitiful of me to be jealous of him, but still, he has everything that I have ever wanted and for that, I will always envy him. I knew it was very conceited and pitiful, it is not as if I hate him (that could never happen) or blamed him for anything. But I was happy for him at the same time, if any family deserved the best happiness that life has to offer it is this family and that was something I was certain of.

"You know you hum when you draw?" A voice croaked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked down at Albus in shock who was busy yawing.

Previous thoughts forgotten.

I jumped down on his bed and grabbed him into a big hug and to my relief he hugged me back, looked like grumpy Albus was gone. I carried on hugging him, he was all right and that thought made me grin. After a few seconds he chuckled and I pulled away, though a little reluctant.

"What?" I asked defensively.

He chuckled again, "I should get injured a lot often."

I frown at what he said, but shrugged it off, he was my friend and nothing else mattered. I put on a stern face and tapped his nose, "Get hurt again and I will make sure you will never wake up again." I threatened, but the smile forming on my lips ruined the whole effect.

But out of decency, he put on a shamed face and looked down, "Yes, Miss Aurora. Next time I will plan more carefully."

I grinned and nodded, "You do that."

We looked at each other and laughed again. I collapsed on the bed grinning. Happiness seemed to be exploding inside me.

He watched me, " And why are you so happy?"

I yawned. Yes, I might be happy ,but that does not mean that I could just forget about my heavy eyes. I didn't want to get all mushy now, so I turned it into a joke.

"Finished my drawing." I teased and turned my head to look at him.

He spluttered, "And here I am thinking that it was because I woke up."

I laughed, "Now why would you think that?"

I stuck my tong out, he laughed.

"I know, the very thought is just plain foolish." He said seriously.

I chuckled, "Glad to see you have finally come to your senses."

All he did was wink.

There was a moment of silence. I knew he wanted to ask something, I don't know how but I just knew. And so I waited for him to say something, but the comfortable silence carried on.

"Can I ask you something?" He finally asked.

I answered, "I am sure you can, but if you may is another question."

He pulled a face, "Okay Miss Come-back. May I ask you a question?"

I smirk, "Well, I suppose you may."

"Why am I in bed and why are you in my room?" He asked curiously.

I looked at him in shock, "You don't remember?"

I asked.

He shook his head.

"What was the last thing you remember?" I asked unsurely.

He shrugged, "Everything has been a little bit of a blur, I remember waking up this morning in a bad mood, the injury on my head, obviously, and the some small stuff throughout the day, but I am not sure if it was a dream."

I looked at him curiously, "Like what?"

His facial expression clearly stated that that he was confused about all that was going on. I sympathized for him knowing how it felt to come out from a daze, not knowing what was real and what was not. However, I needed to know.

I smiled kindly at him, "I have an idea. What if you tell me what you remember and I will state whether it is real or not?"

He shrugged carelessly, but I could see the panic in his eyes, "Sure."

He frowned thinking, "I woke up and felt rather grumpy."

And you were, I thought to myself bitterly.

"The rest is a little bit of a blur. I remember something about visiting you."

He looked at me unsurely.

I nodded, "Real."

He nodded, "Then there was a purple unicorn prancing around holding my broom."

I put my hand over my mouth to hide a giggle. He looked at me unsurely. I breathed and tried to keep a straight face, as I answered, "Not real."

He pouted, "Damn"

I giggled at his putout expression.

"After that?" I struggled to keep my voice steady.

"Um, I remember arguing with you." He looked at me, his eyes shining, "Please tell me that's not real."

I nodded a little unsure of his reaction or if it would bring about the sour mood again, "Real."

He looked at me seriously, his eyes pleaded, "Tell me I wasn't that bad."

I shrugged, trying not to show that it did hurt that he was like that to me, "It's okay, no harm done. Besides, I wasn't exactly kind either. I acted like a real-" He cut me off.

"No, don't blame yourself. I don't remember you doing anything to me, well not enough for me to start an argument." He pulled me into a hug.

I smiled then remembered, "I almost forgot! How's your head?"
He looked at me the put one hand on it, "Perfectly fine." He paused, the asked with a frown, "How did it happen, may I just ask?"

I blushed, "You sort of stormed out and then sort of fainted. I don't know where you got the injury, probably when you hit your head on the ground," I frowned.

He pulled away and felt it again, "It feels perfectly fine."

I sighed relieved, "That's good. I was slightly worried."

He raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

I blushed, this seemed to catch his interest and he insisted, "Why were you worried?"

I shook my head stubbornly, he looked at me for a second before recognition came over and he laughed.

"It doesn't have anything to do with:

Don't leave me here

Wake up you fool

Don't leave me Albus, here in fear."

I gasped and covered his mouth, "You were supposed to be unconscious, you idiot!" I spluttered.

I felt my cheeks burn up.

He chuckled, "No one can be unconscious while you sing."

I blushed and buried my head in my hands embarrassed.

He grabbed my hands forcing them away from my face, after a few minutes of putting up a resistance, I sighed as he won.

"Thank you, for saving me." He smiled.

I waved it away.

He paused again and then whispered, "I kind of understand what it is like for you know."

I frowned and looked at him, "What?"

He frowned, "It is a horrible feeling having your thoughts all jumbled or them not being there."

My mouth fell open, " Oh that."
He looked straight up to the ceiling, " But you can't remember any of them. Not your family, or your life before that. And the sad thing is that you don't have anyone to help you, unlike me."

He turned to me, his eyes shining.
I avoided his eyes and looked up instead. I had tried hard not to think about it, it was only depressing. I still replayed that memory of Mamma in my head, it was the only piece of hope that I had that I was going to get over my past. But I couldn't help the sad and empty feeling in my chest. I knew that it would always be there, but I couldn't live every moment wishing life was different. I couldn't. My mother's voice still ran through my mind. She loved me and that was enough to give me motivation to find out about my family. As for Albus's sympathy, I didn't feel all to comfortable with that. I didn't like pity, it made me feel weak, poor and vulnerable.

I shook my head, " It's alright. I will remember one day."

I smiled at him and he returned It and said, " I know and I will help you."

I beamed at him. He was truly the best.

We sat there in silence, both deep in thought. I felt him shift beside me and I looked at him, his put his arm under my head, his arm was now my pillow.

I smiled at him and whispered, " Thank you."

He just looked down at me and replied with a smile.

He then became serious, "One more question?"

"One more." I said warily, wandering what it could be now,

He grinned, "Real or not. James walking into the kitchen with only a shirt?"

I groaned and put my head into my hands, "I hope not real."

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