DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, but I can make it my own, right? Fineā¦. I guess I can't! The lyrics are by The Fray and the song is Where The Story Ends
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Up until the holidays, life went by quite fast. There was Quidditch practice, a plethora of detentions and just generally torturing my older brother. But that all stopped one week before Christmas. I had received a letter from my Aunt Narcissa saying that I had to spend the holidays with them and Tristan, my hated older brother. Anyway, I was sitting up in the girls' dormitory with tears pouring down my red cheeks and just throwing things into my trunk. I could hear footsteps thumping up the stairs. I scraped the tears off of my face and slammed my trunk shut.
"What are you doing?" Aspen asked, stopping outside the door and putting all of her weight onto one leg. "Term doesn't end until Friday, two days from now."
"Yeah, well, try telling that to Auntie Narcissa," I spat, sitting down on my bed and crossing my arms over my chest. "All three of us are leaving tonight. Me, Tristan and Scorpius. She's picking us up in fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes? That's completely ridiculous! Who is she? Your mother?!" I scoffed and felt tears well up in my eyes again.
"She might as well be!" I had my knees clutched to my chest and I was shaking. Would she hate me? Probably. Not much I could do about that now! "What am I supposed to do?! I can't survive without them!"
"Don't worry. Everything will end all right!"
"How do you know that, Aspen?!" She just blinked and widened her eyes. "That's right, Aspen, you don't! So why don't you just shut up and go back to your perfect family that loves you?!"
"Fine! But don't expect to come back to any friendship with me!" she screamed, her face red with hot anger. I pushed past her, dragging my trunk behind her and tears scalding their way down my cheeks.
I made my way through the corridors, greeting harsh stares with less than grace. I could hear people whispering at me, but I didn't pay them any attention. I was just trying to get to the entrance of the castle so I could get over and done with this holiday.
I finally made it to the entrance of the castle and sank down onto my knees. Sobs were ripping their way out of my chest and echoing across the walls. Hot, salty tears were catching on my chin and dripping onto the floor, reminding me of raindrops. Footsteps reverberated around me and then stopped abruptly. A pair of strong, warm arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me in. I clutched onto them and sobbed into the boy's shirt.
"Shh, shh," Tristan cooed, rubbing circles into my back. "What happened? Why are you crying?"
"Wh-what d-do you c-care?" I sobbed pushing away from him and standing up. "And do-don't use th-the I'm y-your big b-b-brother l-line!" I was wiping the tears away from my eyes and glaring at Tristan. He had a stupid little smug grin on his stupid face.
"Yes! I don't care! That's why I'm over here, asking you what's wrong!" he yelled back, throwing his arms up to the sky.
"Piss off!" I whispered, sitting down on my trunk and holding my head in my hands. I was through with crying. No one would ever see me cry at this house again! I was sick of everyone getting through my thick head. Tristan was just staring at me, his mouth agape at what I had told him to do. I allowed myself a smug smile and waited until Aunt Narcissa showed up.
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We were rounding the driveway to the house, my things shoved right next to me uncomfortably. I was silent and waiting until I could jump out of the car and run up into my room. Though, I had no idea where it was, Tristan or Scorpius would have to show. Which meant spending more time with my family, which I really did not need.
"Here we are, Malfoy Manor," Tristan said grandly when I jumped out of the car. I glared at him and pulled my things out of the car. "Aunt Narcissa wants me to show you your room. I picked it out for you earlier this year."
"What do you mean you picked it out for me earlier this year?!" I growled, glaring at the huge manor.
"Well, Aunt Narcissa knew she wanted you to live here. If only for personal reasons. And she wanted me to pick out your room for you. I picked the best one if I do say so myself!" He smiled down at me and I couldn't help but smile back.
"So, you all knew I was coming?"
"Pretty much. Though, we were all wondering what you looked like. I'm glad you look like our mother. It kind of leaves more to the legacy."
"Legacy?"
"You know. The Black sister legacy. It was our mum, Scorp's mum, and Aunt Andromeda. Though, we're not supposed to talk about her. She's supposedly a blood traitor." My eyes widened at that. I had assumed that she was the nicest woman on the planet. "Exactly. But, it's Aunt Narcissa's rules."
"What about Uncle Lucius, I've heard quite a bit about him." Tristan's face turned from laughing to solemn in about five seconds. "Sorry. I didn't know I had touched nerve."
"No. You should probably know about this, anyway. Uncle Lucius died about three years ago. Don't talk about him in front of Narcissa. She'll scream and then burst into tears. Which will bring Draco into the picture. You don't want him to come near you; he's a very mean person."
"Wonderful. Another person that hates me!"
"He doesn't hate you. But don't worry. I won't let him hurt you. One of the perks about being an older brother, I get to beat on other people." I laughed at that, a belly laugh that usually only happened around James, Aspen and Fred. "You laughed. You actually laughed at something I said."
"Yeah. Don't get used to it." He nodded and opened a door. It was my room. I gasped when I saw it and dropped my things. There was a piano in the corner and a window seat that let the perfect amount of sun in. There was a gorgeous four poster bed in the corner and I loved it!
"So, I take it you like it," he laughed, standing in the doorway.
"Are you kidding me?! It's perfect!" I ran over to the piano and started playing a few chords and then sang. "Trying not to lose my head, but I've never been this scared before. Tell you what I'll do instead, lay my body down on the floor to forget what I've done. Silhouette 'til the good Lord come. All we know is distance, we're close and then we run. Kiss away the difference. I know you hate this one."
"I didn't know you wrote songs," Tristan smiled, coming over to the piano. "Is there anymore where that came from?"
"Of course. It was the only thing that kept me sane in the orphanage." I smiled up at him, but was greeted with his serious green eyes. "Trying not to lose your own boxing up everything you've got. All you ever knew of home. You're scared scared to see your mother there in the door. You wonder, where did the years go? All we know is distance, we're close and then we run. Kiss away the difference, I know you hate this one. But this is how the story ends, or have we just begun? To kiss away the difference, I know you hate this one. The violins make no sound and I begin to feel the ground. All we know is distance, we're close and then we run. Kiss away the difference I know you hate this one. But this is where the story ends or have we just begun? To kiss away the difference, I know you hate this one. The century is turning, watching twenty one. Rushing past the window, like he's watching his own son. And sixty years of sorrow brought five or six of bliss. Left my mother's mother without so much as a kiss."
I looked up at Tristan with expectant eyes, but he was off in a world of his own. I snapped my fingers and whistled, bringing him back to the present. He looked down at me with a sad expression and then walked over to my bed. He sat down and then started to mess with the pillows on the bed.
"What's up? You're like off in your own world!" I laughed, sitting on the window seat. He was still gazing past my head. "Are you going to answer me?"
"I suppose your wondering why mum left you at the orphanage and why I got to live with Narcissa and live a good life."
"Well, I was at first, but I guess it's just fate. Right? I mean, mum obviously knew that you were going to live a good life so she gave you to Aunt Narcissa, but then said that I couldn't live a good life. That's how I ended up in the godforsaken orphanage, anyway." I had quickly started to sulk. I was glaring out the window with hatred. My mum was a stupid, messed up woman! And now I was going to become a stupid, messed up girl! How fair was life?!
"You are completely wrong!" Tristan laughed, staring at me from where he was sitting.
"What do you mean?" I spat, not turning away from the nature outside.
