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See. by Original Oregonian

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Format: Novel
Chapters: 25
Word Count: 63,637
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ginny, Albus, James (II), Lily (II), Rose, OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Other Pairing

First Published: 03/05/2010
Last Chapter: 03/28/2011
Last Updated: 03/28/2011

Summary:





All her life, Isolde has known who she was going to marry. She sees things. And this boy was in every piece of her future. So why couldn't he see that?

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The next morning I woke up late. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to go to the game. I didn’t want to play ever again. But I dressed in my robes anyway. Having all of Ravenclaw pissed off wasn’t going to make things any better.

I waited until just before the game, and then ran down to the pitch. The whole team stood up when I got there.

“Finally.” Silver, the captain and one of the chasers, said. “We thought you’d overslept.”

I looked up at Al, who stood in the corner, looking… weird. Not concerned, but not angry or happy, either.

“I did, a little. I had a late night.” I said, pulling my broom out of my locker. The room was silent. I turned around to see them all staring at me. “Who’s ready to beat Gryffindor?” I asked, trying to smile.

Silver grinned. “That’s more like it. Let’s kick their arses.” She said, waving the team out of the locker room.  Al waited behind, following me out.

“Izzy…” he began.

“Stop.” I said. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I said, hurrying out onto the field.

I ran out and joined the circle of players amidst the roar of the crowd… and into James.

“Izzy.” He said, his voice a mixture of sorrow and hope. “I…”

“We’re not talking about this right now.” I said, mounting my broom, and getting ready to kick off. I looked at him. “You’re on the wrong side.”

He opened his mouth, but then closed it and walked to the other side of the half line.

The whistle blew and I kicked off the ground, hard, already scanning the skies for the glitter of gold. James flew up beside me.

“Izzy. It wasn’t what it looked like, last night.” He said.

“Oh?” I said, choking back a sob. “Then what was it?”

James looked thoughtful for a moment. “Okay, maybe it was what it looked like.” He said.

“Yeah. And it looked like you and Trisha were… having sex on the floor of a classroom!” I choked out, flying to the other side of the pitch. Al flew by, holding the quaffle, but shooting me a worried look.

James caught up with me a few moments later.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just needed someone who would…”

“Shag you?” I asked, yelling. “I’m sorry I wouldn’t do that. I just thought that we could go slow!” I said, almost screaming.

“Stop.” he said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“What?” I said. “You didn’t mean to upset me? How did you think I would feel?” I said, swinging around and looking him in the eyes. “Happy? Oh, there’s my boyfriend and some Hufflepuff slag, shagging on the floor! Let’s all go out for a butterbeer!” I said, laughing bitterly.

“No, I- I’m not saying this right.” He said.

“Then don’t say anything at all.” I said, dropping into a steep dive and then pulling back out, and heading down by the south goal posts. I wiped away another tear, and then surveyed the pitch again. The tears kept coming, and I couldn’t stop them. When would things get right? I thought everything was going well, and then it all came crashing down. I couldn’t even see the pitch anymore, because my tears were so thick.

I wiped my eyes on my sleeve again, trying to hold it together. I saw Al with the Quaffle again. He was racing towards the hoops I was flying above, a fierce look in his eyes.  He threw the ball through the goal posts, and a loud bell rung through the stadium. He pumped his arm and smiled, and then looked up at me. He stopped, and then flew up to where I was.

“Al! What are you doing? Get back down there!” I said.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Do you think I’m alright?” I asked, almost screaming.

“I told you he doesn’t love you.” He said.

“Sodding hell. Get out of my face.” I said.

“It’s the truth, Izz. I’m here, and I am fighting for you, and he’s not.”

“Albus. This. Is. Not. The. Time.” I said, gesturing to the pitch, where the game was still going, albeit lopsided now that Ravenclaw was minus a chaser.

“You’re going to go back to him, aren’t you?” Al asked, his voice suddenly full of ice-cold chill.

“What? No.” I said, stammering. I could feel my face grow warm.

“Yes, you are.” Al said quietly.

“So what if I am? I have to forgive him! He’s my future!” I said.

“When are you going to stop believing those stupid Sees?!” he yelled at me. “He is not going to marry you. He doesn’t care.” Al said.

“Stop saying that!” I yelled back. “I love him. I know how I felt in those Sees.  And stop getting involved. I am not going to date you. Not now, not ever. You’re just screwing up me and James’ relationship! I cannot stand to look at you!” I said.

The whole pitch rung with silence. The game had stopped going and everyone was staring up at me, yelling at Al. The whole school was watching me. And then I felt my stomach flip. Sodding hell.

Al’s eyes didn’t soften this time. His arms didn’t reach out to hold me. All I could see as my real vision started to fade was his face, stony and cold, burning a hole in my heart.

I hands slipped from the broom and I could feel air rushing around me. I was at my wedding again. Ivy covered the walls and mirrors reflected my white dress all around the room. I spun in circles, dancing with my husband. I laughed, and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. I looked straight into his face and saw…

Al.  Wearing a tux, and staring back at me.


And then I hit the ground. 





A/N: Ahh, decided to stop pretending it wasn't him. I know, I know it was pretty obvious to everyone but her. But don't think she's dumb, please. You're just looking at it from afar. Izzy can't really step back from her own life to see the big picture. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, please keep at them, because it's really encouraging. And sorry about the short chapters. This story is just better told that way!


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