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Chapter 11: Proposals and errant thoughts
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“This isn’t working,” James’s voice is frustrated, but I have to agree. The chemo isn’t working and he knows it as much as I do.
I sigh in frustration, pulling a hand through my hair. “I told you that it’s probably more of a palliation rather than a cure.”
“I know,” James grumbles, and I have to look away from the tears in his eyes before I break. “But I want this. I want to live.” His hazel eyes flash with desperation. “More than anything, Scorpius.”
I close my eyes and nod slowly. “I’ll see what else I can do.”
James nods in return, a slight sob-like sigh escaping him and he turns and leaves the room, probably to find Amelia. I lean back in my chair, rubbing a hand down my face. There’s nothing I can do for him. The only way to get rid of the cancer would be to get it back into one place and then operate to—
Merlin. I jolt upright, freezing slightly.
… Would that actually work? For a short second I’m barely able to breathe as I consider this.
It would. If the spell was executed right. But then I frown. There’s no spell for that—I would have to create one. I wince slightly. That’s probably a bad idea.
Well, which is more important, a voice in the back of my head snaps, your wand skills or your friend's life?
I nod to myself, grabbing my bag and leaving the office quickly, racing home as fast as possible.
I sigh slightly as I approach Amelia’s front door. I can’t take this any longer. The only time I can hold onto hope and think about even living is when I’m around her. I think Scorpius understands it and that’s why he isn’t as bothered by the fact that I’m always around his surrogate sister.
Amelia beams when I knock on the door, and instantly, everything seems better. I smile back at her, shaking some of the rain out of my hair and making my way to the couch to sit with her after I take off my coat and shoes.
She instantly leans into me and I wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer to me. My other hand stays in my pocket, playing with the small box in there. I consider backing out for a moment—not doing what I’m planning on doing—but then I know I could never do that.
I swallow slightly and whisper, “Amelia.”
She looks up at me with wide grey eyes. “James,” she murmurs, pain in her eyes, “The chemo…”
I shake my head slowly, cupping her face with my hands. “No,” I whisper softly. “It’s not… It’s…”
Her bottom lip trembles a little. I pause and then move off the couch and say again, “Amelia.”
She look at me softly, sadly and asks, “Yes, James?” A frown seems etched in her face, and I want to make it go away. I want her to be happy again, with or without me. Hopefully with me, but if it comes to it than without.
I let out a nervous, trembling sigh, and start, “Amelia, I know that I may not have known you for very long, and I know that I could die in a month, but… Whenever I’m around you, you make me feel things I’ve never felt before, you make me a better person than I am, and I want to be with you forever. Amelia, I know how cheesy this sounds, but I love you… And I was wondering…” I swallow, staring into her deep silver eyes, hoping she can see all of what I’m trying to say. “I was wondering if I survive…”
Slowly, nervously, I drop onto one knee and bring the box out of my pocket, opening it to reveal a simple, but strangely beautiful ring. “Will you marry me?”
Amelia is staring at me, her jaw hanging open a little bit. I bite my lip nervously, wondering how our conversation could have changed so fast.
After a long moment Amelia seems to unfreeze and after a strangled noise escapes her she gasps, “Merlin, James…”
I chew at my bottom lip nervously.
“Yes,” she murmurs softly. “Yes… You surprised me, but… Yes…”
I smile and pull her into my arms, kissing her softly. She laughs and I slide the ring onto her finger before she yanks me closer, and a new feeling of desperation seems to fill our kisses.
“I love you,” I mumble to her.
“Mhmm,” she mutters as her lips find mine again. “And I love you to,” she adds, and I kiss her harder.
I put my wand down, growling in frustration. I pause when I hear a knock on my door and, tilting my head I open it.
And stop in shock.
“P— Percy? Th—Theo?” I stare at them, my mouth hanging open. “Uh… What are you doing here?” I try not to look nervous.
Percy pauses, tilting his head, his violet eyes glancing around curiously. “We wanted to see where you lived.”
“But, um… How did you find it…?” My voice is rather squeaky.
“Your dad,” Theo says amiably.
“What?” I demand, staring at them. My dad? Is that even possible? My dad knows I have muggle friends and he told them where I live? What the hell?
“Yeah,” Percy agrees, grinning at the look on my face. “He found us the other night when we were leaving. Gave us your address, said to stop by at any time.”
… I’m going to kill you, Dad. Just thought I’d let you know.
“Well then, come on in,” I say, waving my hand inside. They enter, glancing about. I wince when I notice a moving photo on the side table.
Thankfully, Theo seems to be oblivious to the odd things lying around my flat. I don’t think Percy is as ignorant as his best friend, however. He glances about the room, his eyes narrowing at every strange thing he sees. He pauses his walking in circles after a moment to stop by the side table and look down at it.
I wince and finally say, “Did you two come for any reason in particular or are you just going to look around my home?”
Theo grins slightly and shrugs. Percy’s eyes narrow. “Actually I wanted to ask you about something.”
“What is that?” I mutter, raising an eyebrow. He picks a piece of paper off up of the side table and says, “Care to explain?”
I snatch the paper from him and I know what it is the second I pick it up. Damn it, how did he find that…
I growl slightly under my breath. I should have put it away—it was a letter from Hogwarts asking me to come in this year and talk to the Seventh and possibly Sixth years who wanted to become healers. I was going to write back and tell McGonagall yes, which is probably why it was still sitting out.
“What about it?” I ask nervously, shoving the paper in my pocket. Percy rolls his eyes slightly, “You knew what I was talking about the other night, didn’t you?”
I glance at him nervously. Theo’s eyes bounce back and forth between us and I finally force out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Muggle?” Percy tries again. “Ravenclaw? Gryffindor? Slytherin? Hufflepuff? Voldemort? None of those ring a bell for you?”
He must catch my small wince each time because he grins in triumph. “They do, don’t they?”
I look to the side. I can’t answer this. I can’t tell them. Or, at least, I’m not supposed to, but if they didn’t tell anyone else…
It’s still probably a very, very bad idea.
After a moment Theo finally says, “Scorpius?” I glance at him, wide-eyed and he asks, “What are you not telling us, Scorpius?”
“I…” My voice chokes in my throat for a second and I finally say, “I can’t…”
“Tell us,” Theo mutters, “Cut the crap, Scorpius. Just tell us what’s going on. I don’t care if you’re supposed to tell us or not.”
“Fine,” I say wildly, suddenly not caring. “But you can’t tell anyone else, or I swear to Merlin they’ll kill me.”
“Merlin?” Percy mutters.
I throw my arms wide open and say, “I’m a wizard.”
There’s a long pause before Percy and Theo start hooting with laughter. I raise an eyebrow and Percy finally gasps out, “Right okay. You really can tell us the truth, you know. We won’t tell anyone.”
I throw my arms up and finally say, “I’m not bloody joking, you two!”
“Of course,” Theo says, snorting.
I glare slightly and whip my wand out of my pocket, turning to the plates on the kitchen table and say, “Wingardium Leviosa.” The plates lift off the table, floating upwards. I glance at Percy and Theo, who have suddenly gone pale. I let the plate drop back onto the table, muttering, “Reparo,” at the ones that break.
“Holy shit!” Theo is the first one to move after my flying dishes display is over. “You—you’re actually a wizard?”
I glance at him and nod, rolling my eyes slightly.
Percy unfreezes and finally asks, “That means… Roxanne…”
“Yeah,” I nod slightly, glancing at him. “Her whole family are witches and wizards. Al and James’s father, Harry Potter, is the savior of the wizarding world. He killed Voldemort twenty-something years ago and saved us all.”
“Blood hell!” Theo says, looking like a giddy child on Christmas morning. “That’s freaking brilliant! I wish I was a wizard!” He grins at me, and I roll my eyes.
“Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin are the houses at the best school of magic in Britain—Hogwarts.”
“Hogwarts?” Percy snorts, seeming to thaw a little from his shock.
I roll my eyes. “It’s a stupid name.” After a pause I finish explaining, saying, “Muggles are people who can’t do magic.”
“Like us?” Theo asks, glancing about.
“Right,” I say with a nod. “Like you two.” I pause and say, “In the wizarding world there’re purebloods, halfbloods, and muggleborns.”
“And you are?” Percy asks after a moment.
“Pureblood,” I say. “Roxanne is too. Some of the Weasleys are halfbloods, and so are the Potters.” I shrug slightly. “Blood status used to matter a lot, but nobody really cares now.”
“I want to be a wizard!” Theo says again. “That looks so damn cool, Scorpius!”
I roll my eyes at him this time instead of Percy. “Yeah, I suppose it can be cool.” I frown. “We still can’t do everything though.”
“Meaning?” Theo asks, settling on the couch.
I pause and then say, “I’m healer. It’s like a doctor, sort of.” They nod, catching up quickly, and I continue, saying, “Well, anyhow, I have a patient… He’s also a really close friend… And he’s got cancer.”
“You don’t have a cure for cancer?” Percy asks, leaning back on the couch as he sits next to Theo. I plop down on the floor and say, “No. And I don’t know what to do.”
“Well…” Theo pauses and then says, “Surely you can make something to fix it?”
“I think I have,” I say, “but if it doesn’t work I might kill him.”
“He’s got cancer though,” Theo mutters to himself.
“Give him an option,” Percy says reasonably. “But if nothing’s working then the cancer will most likely kill him anyways.”
I sigh. “I know. I know.”
Theo pats my shoulder and Percy finally says, “So… Care to explain the rest of the wizarding world to me?”
I grin, looking up at them, and settle down comfortably, getting ready to tell them the story of their life.
A/N: I'm so sorry! For the long wait and the short chapter. This story is becoming harder and harder to write what with Al and Rose leaving. Hopefully they'll show up in a few chapters. If I ever get them written.
I will not abandon this story, for those of you that are worried, but. But. But. But. You'll have to keep waiting, and for that I am sorry.
Please leave a review at least. :)