A/N-Here's the next chappy...
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I wasn't in the mood to go back to the Slytherin Common Room, so I decided to take a walk around outside. The edge of the Forbidden Forest where it was secluded by the Black Lake was my ultimate refuge.
It was raining outside, but I liked the drops that fell onto the cool grass. I conjured up an umbrella and silently walked to my spot. It took my fifteen minutes to get there.
I completely forgot that my friends were waiting for an early dinner in the Great Hall. It didn't matter. They would wait and wonder. Let them come and find nothing.
Still in those garments that made me look like a boy that I was wearing earlier, I sat down on the muddy ground, knowing that my pants would definitely get soaked in the color brown. I found no use for the umbrella and I vanished it. It disappeared with a tap of my wand.
In a few minutes, my whole being was soaked by the rain. The coolness felt good. The droplets that fell from my hair looked sparkling and glittery in the dim shine of the sun that could escape the clouds.
Having the first time to think in a while, I sat back and started reminiscing...
It was a cool summer day. I just woke up and was at the balcony of my room, having my breakfast at the white metal antique tables and chairs. Again, I was alone. My parents were out working.
My small seven year-old body was curled onto the chair, hugging my legs and gazing at the long expanse of green that was the view from my room.
I took a random book and opened it at a random page and began reading out loud.
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
I read a line of Romeos' and sighed heavily, and continued Juliets' lines.
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art myself, thought not a Montague.
What's a Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title, Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee Take all myself."
In my astonishment, a voice from below said the next lines.
"I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized.
Henceforth I never will be Romeo."
I scrambled out of my chair and leaned onto the rail and looked down. I knew the next lines.
"What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?"
Of course, it was morning, and I could see him perfectly. He skipped a few lines and said:
"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"
"What satisfaction canst thou have this morrow?" I asked, changing the tonight to make it suitable for the morning.
"Th' exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."
"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,
And yet I would it were to give again."
"Kates? Could I climb up?" Sirius asked me, he was only a few feet down. And conveniently, a tree could be climbed to get into my balcony.
"Yes, do."
He jumped up onto a branch and leapt from the branches until he gracefully landed on all fours onto my balcony.'
"You lie in faith, for you are called plain Kate,
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst.
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate (For dainties are all Kates)-and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation:
Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
Thy virtues spoken of, and thy beauty sounded (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife."
I laughed, and it was a childs' laugh, high and adorable. "Petruchio!" I ran into his open arms.
Eight year-old Sirius was already a good navigator at the tender age of eight. And I don't remember why we knew these Shakespeare lines by heart. I always thought that Sirius read them to spite his parents, but he always hid in his covers at night, intrigued by the writing of Shakespeare. I should know, I let him borrow my copies.
"How are you this morning?" he smiled warmly, seating himself on a chair and eating one of my grapefruits.
"Better."
"What does better mean?"
"I was in a foul mood earlier."
"But you aren't now?"
"No, now that I have company."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Do your parents know that you're here?"
"Yes. And they were ecstatic in my meeting you again."
"I'm glad."
He took my hand and kissed it. His innocent face hurt me to look at.
I awoke from my memory as I noticed tears streaming down my face, blending easily with the rain. How ironically similar my position and his are so like Romeo and Juliet. "Two households, both alike in dignity from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean." Those two households are Gryffindor and Slytherin, which renders it impossible for me and Black to really continue anything.
The only difference with Romeo and Juliet and Sirius and Alex, is that Romeo and Juliet decided that it didn't matter that they were supposed enemies. And me and Sirius, well...Sirius decided that what his friends thought were more important, and a name made me a sworn enemy as well.
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" I whispered, tears streaming down my face. My voice was husky, almost inexistent. "My Romeo, why have you not renounced your name? I have renounced mine the minute you cursed me."
The sun was disappearing completely and I had been out for an hour. I looked like I took a shower, but my jeans, once light blue, were now a muddy brown. I stood up, shivering from head to toe. Slowly, I made my way back to the castle. It was a heavy walk, and it took me half an hour to get back, since my feet wouldn't budge for more than eight inches per step.
The brown got washed away from my pants and my trainers were the only ones that remained in that color. As I entered the Entrance Hall, every eye seemed to know where to find me, since pretty soon, everyone was staring at me with disbelief.
"Alex?" I worried voice sounded from behind me. I was halfway throught the Entrance Hall now, shaking violently from the cold. "Where have you been?"
I felt warm robes being placed onto my shoulders and a hand leading me into the Great Hall. The hands slipped me into the sleeves of the robes. The person cast a spell to dry my clothes. I felt a hot sensation as my clothes dried, and after a second, they were warm and comfortable to be in again. The only problem now was my wet skin and hair.
It was Regulus, and he seated me onto the bench. "Drink some Firewhiskey."
I obeyed and took the bottle that was labeled Butterbeer, from him. Inside it was Firewhiskey. After one small gulp of the stuff, my throat felt like it was burning. I felt hot.
"We've been worrying about you," he said impatiently, taking the bottle from me and hiding it in his pocket again, since his robes were on me. "Where have you been?"
"Outside, walking." I croaked. Everyone was looking at me. "What? Don't you people have anything to do? Fuck off." I said loudly to everyone.
"Merlin, walking in this weather?" he looked up at the ceiling, seeing the black night and pouring rain. "I thought you were a rational human being."
"I am." My voice was definitely gone.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I had an epiphany that I didn't enjoy."
"Will you tell me?"
"No, I don't think you would like it either."
He nodded in worry and suspicion. I sighed. It seemed that I've been sighing a lot in the past hour. My epiphany...
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A/N-Here ya go...I was feeling a bit down for the lack of reviews and personal stuff, but there. And I never have the mood to continue stories when there's nothing to motivate me. If I get bummed for one of my stories, I usually don't continue my other ones. Reviews.