Chapter 23: How to Forgive
'what is this?'
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'I feel.. cold' Kiba's eyes opened slowly as he looked at his desaturated surroundings. He sat upright and scanned the room he was in. A door to the left and two to his right, one behind him and a staircase before him leading upwards. The door to his left swung open and out walked a woman. 'Leverton's?'
Kiba got to his feet and his surroundings suddenly received some color with every step he took and he proceeded up the staircase where he saw a Boy and a Girl happily chasing each other 'Faye…' he sighed and entered his room, it looked like it had always done. Granted, nothing changes that drastically in 10 years. 'Atleast until Lupin' he left the room again and headed for the roof where he saw himself with Faye. Looking at the dark nightsky above.
He remembered the stars he saw back then, but when he looked now he saw nothing. "Promise…" he heard himself say. Kiba returned into the building and stopped at the top of the stairs. A light shun brightly outside the front door, and he felt drawn to it, unable to look away from it's pale hue. He approached it with an outstretched hand and then felt something.
The light faded and Kiba saw a set of armchairs a couch a table and three kids that were his age. His hand was placed on the cheek of the one in the middle. There wasn't a doubt in his mind as to who they were. 'Hermione.. Harry.. Ron…' but as quickly as they had appeared they faded into black mist leaving only a dark trail through the woods before him. 'is this what it's come to?' Kiba asked as he began walking, slowly, step by step. 'i feel like last year, only more realistic… am i actually dieing this time?'
He walked along the trail feeling himself grow weaker and weaker with every step. His breaths grew heavier, his bare toes began dragging through the fallen leaves and he was slumped over with his arms dangling loosely by his side.
"Voldemort was after your time" a voice suddenly echoed distantly through the trees.
"Voldemort is my past, present and future!" Kiba's heard another voice say, one he recognized immediately from his darkest moments.
"Father?" he called out to no response.
"Surely, you didn't think I'd keep the name of my filthy muggle father?" Tom's voice echoed "i needed a name which would instill fear at the mere mention of it, so i changed my name.. I am Lord Voldemort!"
"It was you that attacked the school?" asked the first voice which Kiba could finally identify as Harry's. "you petrified everyone?!"
Kiba wanted to storm into the woods and chase after the voices but every time he tried his feet would shy away and instead take him further down the trail.
"oh no, it was Him. my Son, Kiba. He did all those things, he wrote the messages, killed the roosters, commanded the Basilisk" Tom said slyly
"Why would he do that?" Harry asked
"because i told him to" he answered.
Suddenly Kiba stumbled and fell to his knees and hands as he struggled to maintain conscience.
"Kiba…" a soft voice spoke.
"Hermione?" Kiba asked unable to look at the figure that now stood above him.
"Look at me…" a hand moved past his face and to his chin lifting it up along with his entire body so he was back on his feet. Before him stood a woman, red hair falling from her head and past her shoulders accompanied by the softest expression Kiba had ever seen. "my Son.."
"M-.. Mom?!" Kiba spoke in barely a whisper
"You've grown so much.." she whispered as she kneeled down to embrace the boy "would be a shame if this was the end of the line right?"
"It is.."
"Why is it? You can still go back"
"what do you mean?" Kiba said releasing the hug.
"You're dieing.. you're not dead" His mother replied holding his hands "you can still make the choice" she let go of his hands and stood up to take a few steps further down the trail. She extended her hand and looked at the boy "you heard the voices, your brain is still listening to the real world.. Your hanging but by a thread. Either you take my hand and join me, or you run, as fast as you can, as long as you can.. until you wake up" Kiba stared into the abyss of the trees and then to his mother.
"Maybe I'll join you… at some point.." Kiba replied, "even though I'd deserve death, i believe it's not my time yet"
"Then go, no more time to wait. Remember Kiba, Mama loves you"
Kiba smiled "i love you too, Mom" suddenly Kiba charged forwards into the darkness. He fought his way through the bushes and vines as the voices grew louder.
"what are you doing?!" Tom asked in a panic. Kiba heard a loud yell and saw a tiny light appear in the distance. It pulsed as Kiba drew closer to it and increased in size. A Red Rain began dropping through the leaves as Kiba came closer to the light and with one more shout from Tom Riddle, his father, the light engulfed everything.
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It was quiet, the light faded and the feeling in his body returned. From the pain in his feet to the burning of the many cuts and scratches on his hands and fingers, the dryness of his mouth and the ringing in his head. But Kiba felt refreshed, like he had slept for days.
He was gone. Tom Riddle, his father.. Voldemort. The memory that had resided in the diary and then him, was gone.
As heavy as his eyelids felt when he opened them, he felt nothing but relief at the sight of the diary that had been stabbed with the tooth of the dead Basilisk that lay in the chamber. And nothing brought him more joy then seeing Harry smile down at him with a phoenix perched on his shoulder.
"Harry.." he whispered, still weakened by his frail body. The boy simply smiled, his robes were torn on his right arm and beside him was a sword. He stood up and offered Kiba a hand.
"It's over," he whispered "let's go Kiba" Harry pulled the heir up and threw his arm over his shoulders to stabilize his walk. Fawkes jumped off and grabbed the sword and hat from the stone floor and flew off while Harry continued to half carry Kiba towards the chamber exit. "Ron?" Harry called out.
"Yeah I'm here," replied a voice from behind the fallen debris that blocked their path "how are we going to get out Harry?"
"I don't know," replied Harry "Kiba is weak, we have to get him out of here!"
"Wait, i think I can come over to you" Harry carefully placed Kiba down on some rocks and helped Ron make a path for him and Lockhart to come through.
"what happened to him?" asked Kiba as he saw the obviously excited and confused man.
"He used my wand and it backfired," replied Ron as he headed over to the Parselmouth "he hasn't got a clue who he is. Wicked right?" Kiba nodded before Ron embraced him.
"wow, look at that! What do you think is up there?" asked the man looking up through the opening in the ceiling that led to the castle grounds.
"We're gonna have to climb up there.." muttered Harry, "but i don't think Kiba can"
They remained silent as all of them thought.
"Hotaru…" Kiba whispered.
"what's that?"
"My dragon, Hotaru.. maybe we can call her somehow.." Kiba sighed. He tried to recall everything from the year but he could only remember snippets of it, he barely remembered anything since the diary had come to him. He remembered most of what he had said to Hermione, and what he had said to Hotaru.. but why was he angry with her? He couldn't remember
"Kiba? Where is she?" asked Harry in a concerned tone because of the unresponsiveness of his friend.
"Don't know.. i told her to go, i was angry… i don't remember exactly"
'I'm here!' Kiba suddenly heard her angelic voice, while the others heard but a screech or a sort of roar. Diving down from the night sky towards them was the blue scaled Dragon. 'I told you, I'll always be there for you'
"I'm sorry Hotaru, for what i said.. i wasn't in my right mind, literally." Kiba said apologetically "can you forgive me?"
'of course,' she replied happily 'I've never done this before.. let's see if i can do it.' She hopped to the ground and stretched her limbs. 'come on now, i can do this!' with a sudden jerk in it's movement her tail increased in length and thickness and her legs began swelling up in size. Her head grew larger as did all her features. Her wingspan extended and her muscles pulsed visibly underneath her skin.
She increased in size until she was big enough to carry the four. 'that felt weird,' she muttered as she looked at the transformation her body had gone through 'i should do this more often' she smiled at Kiba.
"what an odd creature this is.." Lockhart mumbled "does it live here?" he asked the boys.
"Let's get on," Kiba said as the boys pulled him up and onto the Dragon.
'best hold on now' Hotaru said with a majestic roar as she prepared to take off with a giant leap. The fresh air stuck Kiba's face like another refreshing wave of water, he closed his eyes and was finally able to breath again. It felt like he had breathed the foul air of the chamber for months and Ron and Harry visibly beamed with excitement as the Dragon carried them over the castle.
"This is incredible! Simply incredible!" Lockhart exclaimed befor laughing hysterically.
As soon as they had landed and gotten off of the shrinking Dragon Kiba collapsed due to his malnutrition. The boys didn't hesitate and carried him to Madam Pomfrey, who was luckily tending to the filled beds. "you found him?" she said in disbelief, "but Minerva said he was in the chamber of…" the hospital does swung open and McGonagall entered with quick steps.
"Mister Potter, Mister Weasley. With me please" she said sternly as her gaze was fixed on the slowly breathing Boy on the hospital bed, the same bed her had been in on Christmas. She took the two boys through the corridors and up to Dumbledore's office where she then waited outside.
"um, Professor Lockhart is running around the school grounds.. he's not in his right mind anymore" Harry said to the Head of his house
"Yeah, you might want to go catch him before he does serious damage" Ron added as they ascended the staircase.
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"professor, calm yourself!" McGonagall shouted as she restrained Lockhart in one of the chairs in her office.
"I don't mean to be rude, but I'd very much like to know who i am, where i am and what I'm doing here" the man replied politely and desperately. "what are you doing?"
"informing someone of your condition. Don't worry, you'll be in good hands by Dawn" she replied as she folded her parchment into an envelope and send it off.
"all anyone has told me is that i am a Professor and that my last name is Lockhart, can you please, please tell me more"
"I don't know exactly what happened to you" McGonagall sighed, "your name is Gilderoy Lockhart, you used to teach here at this school. But the rest will be explained to you by the proper authorities, good night." She stood and promptly left her office, leaving the black minded wizard in the chair.
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Kiba's eyes slowly opened as the first rays of the spring sunshine shone through the window to warm his face. He slowly sat upright and scanned the filled Hospital wing. His eyes landed on the nurse. "Mister Scamander, dear. How do you feel? You sure look better"
"I feel better then I've done all year" Kiba replied further counting the victims. Which went far above his last count. He stumbled out of the bed and refused to lay back down on Madam's command.
"dear, please! Sit and eat first!" she pleaded, but the boy fought back with his returning strength
"No! I have to see them! All of them" Kiba stumbled over to the bed and was able to use it to stay on his feet. He looked at the man with the cat by his side, he continued on to Colin and his still naive visage. Next were Justin, Ernie and Luna along with the Gryffindor house ghost that floated in the corner. Kiba hesitated as he approached the next bed, he knew who lay there. Her bushy hair gave it away immediately, and there she was. Her face still bearing the surprise of Kiba's action, forcing her to be petrified was better then to see her die, Tom would have if Kiba hadn't done it. But Tom wasn't strong enough at that point.
And those were all his Eight victims, at least so he thought, but the motionless figures in the next hospital beds didn't reassure him. He swallowed hard and stepped over to the next bed in which laid a girl, Hannah Abbot a Hufflepuff from his year in the next was Susan Bones, another Hufflepuff. Kiba increased his peace as he spoke the names of the victims softly "Terry Boot, Lisa Turpin, Pansy Parkinson, Angelina Johnson, Roger Davies, Penelope Clearwater, Fay Dunbar, Parvati Patil and.. Draco?"
'what the hell?! It's like he went on a spree, how come no one died? How did all of them survive?' Kiba fell to his knees and dropped his head to the ground holding it tight. 'Nineteen… Nineteen people. Petrified, because of me! All because of ME!' the boy cursed himself internally as he rocked back and forth slightly.
"don't worry dear, the concoction is almost ready. They'll all be fine. Now please, sit down and eat and you will be fine as well" Pomfrey pleaded one more and finally Kiba agreed.
… 'it's all my fault' …
It didn't take long until Kiba had regained his healthy and good looks that he had lost over the course of the year, and school would only last a little longer then a week. Kiba had reunited with Ron and Harry and they had told him the entire story from their perspective, somehow they didn't seem to think he was guilty. They entered the great Hall and continued "so Ginny had it for a while, but then tried to get rid of it on the bathroom. Which is where we found it" Ron said "but then at some point, someone stole it from Harry"
"Guessing that was me," Kiba said "I-.. Sir Nicholas?"
"Huh?" Harry looked to his left and saw the previously petrified ghost happily floating about. "but that means.."
"Yeah," Neville chimed in "the concoction worked, everyone is back to normal" and indeed, Parvati and Fay were at the table. Draco was chatting with his friends, including Pansy. Everyone was back. Even Filch stood at the doors with Mrs Norris on his shoulder. "look there's Hermione"
'Hermione..' Harry was quick on his feet as Hermione ran towards them, as was Ron. She jumped into Harry's embrace with a big smile. She released Harry as McGonagall called for attention. The girl quickly ducked underneath the table and popped back up on the other side beside Kiba without a word.
"Congratulations, i can't believe you solved it!" she whispered
"We had loads of help from you" Harry replied holding out the ripped book page.
"Right.." Hermione mumbled.
"Good evening children!" Dumbledore said "first off, please join me in applauding Professor Sprout, Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey for successfully bringing back those who have been petrified" Everyone began clapping loudly and a few whistles and shouts could also be heard. "secondly, surely you're all wondering who was behind these attacks. And i think you all deserve to know" Dumbledore spoke loudly and with unusual seriousness in his expression. "His name is Tom Riddle. But today, of course, he's known by another name.. Voldemort" gasps could be heard all around and Kiba hung his head low.
Suddenly he feels something in his right hand, and it was Hermione's hand, who intertwined her fingers with his and squeezed lightly without looking. 'does she forgive me?'
"only, he chose to act through another. I will not tell you who he acted through, but i apologize to everyone in their stead, and ask that you chose forgiveness. Not for he-who-must-not-be-named, but for the student that he used to do his bidding" silence remained in the hall as Hermione squeezed Kiba's hand a little tighter. "and. In light of the recent events.. All exams, except the N.E.W.T's and O.W.L's of course, have been cancelled!" Everyone cheered loudly and Dumbledore raised his goblet to signal the start of the feast. His eyes met those of Kiba and the old wizard have him a respectful nod.
Throughout the feast Hermione held on to Kiba's hand but they didn't really share a word. They exchanged glances and ever so often squeezed the others hand slightly. But neither really understood why they were doing it, it felt right. That was all. Somehow, just being near Hermione again soothed him, and increased his heart at the same time. But it calmed and distracted his mind from everything that had happened.
The feast ended and the last week went by smoothly and Dumbledore himself taught defense against the dark arts for the time being. And then the year ended, it was early in the morning when Kiba was called to Dumbledore's office. Kiba felt like the year had only been a few months, he remembered all the lessons but it felt so short, all of it. "Good Morning Professor," Kiba said "you asked for me?"
"Yes.." the old man replied "i wanted to give you some time before we talk.. we have to address the obvious"
"I figured sir," Kiba replied "i don't remember it all that well"
"Kiba.. i don't believe you are guilty of the crimes committed this year" Dumbledore said softly "the memory that was preserved in the diary was more then you think.. it was a very piece of Voldemort's Soul.."
"a piece of his soul?"
"yes, it is called a Horcrux" Dumbledore sighed "that's how he was able to possess you, and use you to attack the school" Kiba remained silent and simply looked at the ground where he stood.
"Did you know, sir?" Kiba asked
"know what?" the man replied
"about my heritage…"
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"Yes"
"and you didn't tell me? Why..? Because you wanted to spare me?!" Kiba asked as tears threatened his eyes.
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"Yes" Kiba sighed and sat down opposite to Dumbledore and sighed heavily. "You must understand. I wanted to bring you into the wizarding world on your own terms, to experience the good before you know the truth"
"Yeah? And how did that work out?" Kiba retorted. "it's not like I'm innocent. I've taken a life. And i got worse… i got clever. I manipulated people to chase the wrong trails"
"that wasn't you, dear boy. It was him, he was manipulating you from the moment you touched the diary" Dumbledore spoke as softly as he could.
"if you knew the whole time that is was me.. that it was Him. Then WHY!" kinda shouted as he slammed his hands into the headmaster desk "Why didn't your stop me?!" Kiba's chest was pounding hard, his anger with the old man who could have prevented everything was boiling at it's highest. But Dumbledore remained calm.
"because i believed in you, Kiba. I believed in you ever since i met you." He said "I believed that you would make choices and follow paths that would distance you from your father, and you did. You might look like your father did, but in here.." he said pointing to Kiba's chest "there is not a trace of him. You might not see, or understand it.. but i do. I knew Tom Riddle, and you have what he lacked.. empathy, compassion, a will to do the right thing, and above all.. Love"
"I don't believe you" Kiba replied sitting back down
"then how is it, that even though you were under his control, that none died?" Dumbledore asked as he rose from his seat "Miss Granger told me what you did. An act of such is something that Tom Riddle could never have performed. And you didn't stop there, even unconsciously you did the right thing. Always preventing the deaths, and forcing them to be petrified, knowing that they would live, rather then be killed.. that is empathy" Dumbledore walked to Kiba's side and sat on the edge of his desk. "it is also why it took him so long to fully possess you. You were fighting him, and you didn't even know it"
"What with? With love?"
"Exactly" Dumbledore said "your love for your friends is what kept him away for so long"
...
"Sir, there was something. Before i woke up in the chamber.."
"Yes?"
"I saw my Mother.." he said "she told me i could go with her, or go back. And i choose to go back for Harry, and Hermione and my friends here in Hogwarts and back in Leverton's"
"You see, Kiba. It is not our abilities that define us, it is our choices. And your choice to go back, to live after what you had done, for your friends. That is what separated you from Voldemort"
"but how can anyone forgive me? I nearly killed Nineteen People.. well Seventeen and a Cat" Dumbledore remained quiet and placed his hand on Kiba's shoulder.
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"the question is…"
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"Do you forgive yourself?"
'can you forgive yourself Kiba? After what you did, this year and last year?' The boy asked himself. The question was hard to answer, and Dumbledore didn't expect him to answer it, but Kiba Rose from the chair, grabbed his wand from behind his ear and placed it on the desk.
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"I can't…" he turned and walked past the old wizard who looked confused. He promptly left the office and left the old man to his thoughts. He looked at wand that now lay beside him and chuckled.
Kiba walked along the corridors, knowing that it would be his last time… 'i can't, not after all this' he spoke the password to the Gryffindors common room and looked around. Taking it in, one last time. He sighed "it was a good story, right?" he asked himself with a sigh. He proceed up the staircase where Hermione suddenly came his way.
"Kiba, you better hurry it we'll miss the train" she said. She stood just one step higher then him, yet there eyes were on the same level. None of the two had realized what a size difference they had.
"Hermione," Kiba said "i know i haven't said anything about it yet, but i have t-" Kiba was stopped by the sudden feeling of Hermione lips on his cheek, leaving the most undescribable sensation.
"I won't look at you any differently just because of what had happened. I won't. Harry won't. No one will. That's what friends are for" she said when she looked at him again "i can't even begin to understand what you went through this year. I thought you didn't trust us, but it was all because of Him. What I'm trying to say is, we're still your friends, Harry, Ron and I. And if we can look past the fact that He is your father, then so can you"
"It's not that easy for me Hermione.." Kiba replied,
"you can. I know so" she added reassuringly. She stepped past him further down the stairs before calling back "hurry! We're going to miss the train!"
Kiba stood motionless on the staircase. His fingers touching the spot that Hermione had kissed. He felt his heart pound, hard but slowly. He didn't exactly understand but, it felt like it had done when they had held hands at the feast. That sensation that the heir just couldn't describe. One of those small things that had kept Voldemort at bay throughout the year.
Kiba entered his dorm and packed what he needed before signing heavily. 'how could they all forgive me so easily? Justin, Ernie and Colin knew it was me.. how can they do it so easily?' He felt Hotaru fly into his pocket as he took a look around the dorm one last time. With his truck in hand dragging behind him and his backpack hanging over his shoulder he headed for the door. "Kuzon, come on" the owl .hooted happily and flew after the boy, setting himself down on his free shoulder.
He left the castle without looking back and managed to get onto one of the last carriages along with one of this year's victims. "Hello" she said cheerfully when Kiba sat down opposite to her.
"Hey, Luna" Kiba replied "i know this might be weird, but do you remember what happened before you-"
"oh, those two boys ran into me when i talked with Nearly-headless nick" she replied "and they said that a boy named Kiba was chasing them, though.. he looked more like a giant snake then a boy when he came around the corner" she said with a smile. "we all saw it behind- no, through Nick"
"So you don't know who was behind the attacks?" Kiba asked
"Dumbledore told us at the feast," She replied "but i suspect that Nargles are behind it all"
"No, Luna" Kiba replied with a chuckle which made the girl smile too "it was who Dumbledore said it was, but he used me to do it.. i want you to know that i would never hurt you"
"Well that's nice," she said in her cheerful tone "i wouldn't hurt you either. But you should watch out for Nargles."
"I will, thank you Luna"
After reuniting and disregarding the orderly fashion with the trio they seated themselves into one of the compartments along with all the Weasley's. The compartment was filled with chatter and laughter throughout the journey to King's Cross, and all was well even if the compartment was cramped and everyone sat closer to one and other then usual. Ginny seemed to be extra close to Harry, even though she had space to the other side. Kiba remained mostly silent throughout, thinking about what was to come.
What would he tell Madam and Sister Crawford? That he was expelled? Where was he going to go? What was Faye going to think of him? Should he tell his friends?... Should he have died in the chamber?
They soon arrived at the station and the Weasley's left quickly. Kiba waved to Luna as she departed with her oddly dressed father, and shared a glance with Draco as he too was taken home by his parents. Kiba joined Harry and Hermione and together they pushed their trolleys through the gate where they soon ran into the Granger's.
"Hermione dear, how was your year?" asked her mother quickly
"fi..ne.. Mo..m" she said as her mother began showering her with kisses "o..ne kiss is en..ough"
"Ah, Kiba.. was it?" asked her feather as he extended his hand
"yes sir," Kinda replied shaking it.
"has the year treated you well?" he asked
"well, it could have been worse. I'd say it was well enough" Kiba replied, receiving a little chuckle.
"see you after the Summer Harry" Hermione said as she hugged the glass wearing boy. "write this time, okay?"
"I'll try," Harry replied "see you Hermione"
She stepped over to Kiba and stuff on the tip of her toes to also hug the tall boy all the while being careful not to push Kuzon off of the boys shoulder "have a good summer, Kiba" she said softly "don't work yourself up to much" he felt her nuzzle into his neck for a second before she released him and said goodbye to both boys once more. Her presents also wished the boys well and then they walked off, leaving only Harry and Kiba on the station.
The two sat down on the same bench they had the year before. "there we are again" Harry sighed "just you and me after once again stopping Him"
"Yeah…" Kiba added
"Makes you wonder what's gonna happen next year" Harry said with a smile.
"Yeah," Kiba sighed "if there were a next year"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not coming back Harry," Kiba said resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward "i gave Dumbledore my wand"
"But-"
"I killed Someone last year and attacked Nineteen others this time, how can i come back?"
"It wasn't you, it was Him. And we stopped him, he's gone again"
"But is he? What if he survived inside me? What if he comes back again?"
"you'd be safer in Hogwarts then here. Your his Son, remember? He will want you to join him, he will probably find you anyways, should he come back"
"Potter!" the boys heard the grumpy voice of Vernon Dursley echo through the station.
"Kiba.. reconsider, please.. for us" Harry said hugging his friend "your not alone" they wished each other happy holidays and parted ways. It didn't take long before Lucy arrived to pick up Kiba and take him back to Leverton's. He watched the buildings go by as they drove, with good brain still pulsing in deep thought.
The car came to a stop and it's roaring subsided. Kiba opened the door and expected to be tackled as soon as he'd walk in, but all was quiet. It was late after all.. Kiba said Good night to Lucy and took his belongings upstairs got dressed into his pyjamas and laid down in his empty bed, quickly drifting off.
A few days passed, Leverton's was quieter, a few of the children had seemingly been adopted but Madam assured Kiba that Faye would be back soon from her trip with the Kenway's. Jacob was still around and he had begun to talk slightly so he could go to school. An old man had volunteered to help the boy since it had been his past work and Jacob made daily progress. Kiba had also gotten more interesting ever since he had an owl sitting on his shoulder almost permanently.
But something was wrong at Leverton's, Madam Helaway and Sister Crawford send constantly worried and on edge. "Say Kuzon, you did deliver the letters to Faye directly, right?" Kiba asked his companion quietly one evening.
'Yes, through the opening at the top of her window' the owl hooted in return 'and the packages in the windowsill'
"And you always waited for three days? But got no return letter?"
'yup'
"I'm so stupid," Kiba said smacking his own forehead "why didn't i realize sooner? Did the packages ever leave their spots?"
'not that i noticed, they remained unopened' a sudden realization dawned on Kiba, something that strangely joyed and saddened him. But the truth, it stabbed him like a sharp spear.
Kiba waited that night until Madam had done her second checkup. He crept out of his room and over to the locked door to Faye's room. He placed his hand on the knob and focused on his hand, then the lock and it's mechanism. He knew he was technically breaking wizarding laws, but what did it matter? He had to know..
"Alohomora" the lock clicked and the door opened slightly.
He entered and flipped the light switch on. What he saw nearly dropped him to his knees. Letter upon letter last on the desk beneath her window, untouched and unopened. And packages stood on her windowsill. He grabbed it all and brought it to his room hiding it underneath his bed.
'Faye never got anything that i send her. Not the camera, not the candy, not even the letters.. that means she hasn't been here… all year'
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AN: so yeah, that's CoS finished. I'm taking a little writing break and plan PoA. I've actually started writing down stuff since i usually only write from the top of my head.. so i hope i can like make the story more realistic and not have every book be like a story thatdoesn't the into anything.
but what will happen now? Kiba left school.. and where the frick is Faye?!
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PS: I've decided to drop Luna as a lover interest for Kiba, since i want to focus more on a Love triangle type situation.. but yeah haven't really explored the "Love" aspect yet, gonna get to that as the characters get older which will be soon because kinda will turn 14 in the third year.
