I've been wanting to get to this point in the story for soooo long, yay! I think it'll be easier to update from here, since I'll only have 1 or 2 chapters before we jump to Harry's first year at Hogwarts. I can't wait :)
Once again I want to remind you that I only write this to develop my own writing and english skills. Most of it is written spontaniously, so just tell me if something is bad or give me advice if you have any good ones!
I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE ORIGINAL PLOT MADE BY J.K. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, ONLY EMERALD AND OTHERS THAT I HAVE MADE UP AND PARTS OF THE PLOT!
Chapter 6: Too different?
I ran. All the way up to my bedroom and locked the door. I didn't want to see them. Didn't want to ever talk to them again. They were supposed to be my family! Wasn't family supposed to be the one and only place where you could always belong, since your family would always accept you? Apparently not.
My bedroom had grown dusty over the months. Like no one had been in there since I left. As I walked along my bedroom wall towards the huge window, I let my hand slide along the surface of my bookcase, closet and desk, brushing off dust all the way. It was quite sad actually. To see the whole room look so deserted and different. So dark. The only thing that indicated that it was indeed my bedroom was the guitar lying on the bed and the pictures on the walls.
Outside the new moon stood bright in the sky. Careful to not make too much noise I got up on my tiptoes and opened the window. The air gave me chills, but oh so fresh. I felt like crying. Felt like breaking down, but I couldn't. No tears would come. Not a single one. Hogwarts might have turned my homelife upside down, but I was no little girl anymore. I had grown up. Maybe too quickly, but I had.
I hadn't even noticed how fast the time went by before I took another look at the sky, finding far away from where it had last been. I didn't want to go to bed. Didn't feel like it. A couple of minutes later I had wrapped myself in some sheets, and sat curled up in the chair in front of the open window. It was cold, but for once I embraced the coldness.
*A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER*
I was walking alongside a dark figure. My head screamed at me to not trust the person beside me, but my legs wouldn't listen. They just continued walking, never showing any sign of stopping. The figure beside me was a tall, cloaked man. But something was off about him. He looked, blurry, like he wasn't really there at all. Suddenly I stumbled down a flight of stairs. I tried getting away, to scream, but the man only got closer and closer. His eyes blood red.
I woke up with a yelp. It was still dark outside. Only 3:06 AM. Way too early to get up. All signs of sleepiness had been drained from my body by the nightmare, so I just sat up in a curled position against the wall. The truth was that I was afraid of the nightmares. They seemed so realistic. Like they weren't dreams at all.
Mom had tried to talk to me several time during the week, but I didn't want to listen to her. Dad and Sirius had avoided me all together, never staying in the same room as me or getting eye contact. At least mom had gotten to the point where she accepted it, just like Remus had. He was my godfather after all, so he had always been there for me when I needed someone outside my actual family. The two of them had told me again and again how I should give dad and Sirius some time to adapt. Like there was anything to adapt to.
Slowly but steadily I noticed the room get brighter and brighter. The nightmare was still fresh in my mind, but I had other things to worry about. I would be heading back to school at 11 o'clock. Usually dad took me to the platform, but that was out of question now. "Maybe Remus will be there to take you there?" said the voice inside my head. It was right, of course.
When the clock started to approach 6 AM I jumped out of bed and hurried along to the bathroom. There I took a long shower and got dressed in a light blue sweater and jeans, quickly putting my hair into two pigtails. It was nearly 8 o'clock when I walked back into my bedroom. Stuff after that went by in a blur. Once again I checked if I had everything packed, taking with me new clothes and several new books. I ate breakfast with the family, never looking up from the table.
"Emerald, love?"
"Hm?" I quickly looked up from the table into the big eyes of mom, so alike my own.
"Your dad's going to run some errands in a bit, so he won't be able to take you to the platform" Yeah, right. Avoiding me was more likely. "So either Remus or myself will take you there. Have you packed everything?"
I nodded, trying to not show how emotional this made me. "It's okay. Remus can take me. You stay here. We'll be fine."
*AT THE STATION*
The station was packed with students like always, but for once this made me feel more relieved. I wouldn't draw that much attention to myself if I broke down crying. Remus had been very helpful, he even lightened up my mood slightly. At least he understood.
"You shouldn't let this bother you too much, Em." Remus whispered in my ear as he hugged me. "Your father and Sirius, well, they're just too immature to accept it. Even though myself and Lily did warn them that you could get into any house, not just Gryffindor." The man smiled.
"They accepted me before they knew. Why did they change their minds all of a sudden?" A single tear tickled down my cheek. "Am I too different now?"
Remus dried away the tear with the back of his hand. I felt terrible. I guess Remus couldn't quite find the right words to comfort me with, since all he did was kiss my forehead and hurry along with my suitcase, telling me how I'd miss the train if we didn't hurry up.