Chapter 17 : Fall To Pieces;
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REMEMBER, DON'T HATE ME.
Chapter 17: Fall To Pieces;
Happily, I danced and sang my way around the dorms with everyone else. The summer never looked so inviting. With the girls hopefully staying later on in the summer, (my mum hadn't answered me,) with my boys and Emmeline and my brothers and sister and endless days of opportunity and sun ahead of me, all I could do was smile.
“Morning love,” I said happily as I sat down across from Sirius at breakfast. I hummed as I ate and happily partook in conversation and banter.
Even leaving the castle didn’t make me too sad; I knew I’d be back. I smiled fondly as the castle disappeared, and I turned to everyone.
One by one, Sterling’s were leaving the school, and after us another one wouldn’t be back for sixteen years. We had left a good legacy here, we really had.
“Guys, we’re 7th years,” I said, grinning at the notion as they all smiled. We were it, we were the highest of the high, we were adults, we were old, and we were amazing.
“That’s so crazy, seems like just yesterday we were third years,” Sirius said.
“Or first years, even,” Peter said.
“I love it here, I really do,” Emmeline said.
“We all really do,” I said.
Connor came into the compartment.
“Hey Cara, can I talk to you?” he asked, motioning me out. I followed him. Chris was out there, pacing.
“There has been another attack,” Chris said, “it was on the Ministry itself, in dad’s department. He’s fine, but mum talked to Dumbledore who got the direct message to us that they have something important to talk to us about. And mum wants you to know that it’s all for the best.”
“But what is it?” I asked. The look on his face betrayed his sadness. I didn't like this already.
“Cara. We’re moving to Paris. You’re going to Beauxbatons next year.”
My feet seemed stuck to the spot. Judging by Connor’s face, he hadn’t exactly known this either. My ears started ringing.
“No,” I said, shaking my head, “its mum trying to be funny.”
“No Cara – it’s because of You-Know-Who.”
“We’re really leaving?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.
Chris nodded. I sunk to the floor.
No. No. I won’t let this happen.
I never went back into my compartment, I was a coward. I found a teacher and asked them for clarification. Gravely, they agreed. I couldn’t go back in to see my friends; I couldn’t tell them this…this news.
I didn’t understand the concept – I didn’t get it. Voldemort would be able to find us in France, right? So what if we moved? Why can’t I just return for Hogwarts? WHY?
The train stopped, and I was pale and shaky as I went back into my compartment after everyone had left to find that my stuff had been taken by all of them. I tried to prepare myself for everything, and I walked out and towards everyone. I was so angry with her – my mum. I saw her standing there and got so mad. Chris put his arm around me and squeezed me close.
I saw Sirius and tears stung my eyes, which were closed against Chris’s shoulder.
“Hey honey,” my mum said gently.
I looked at her, so upset I could barely think of anything to say.
“Why?” I asked simply, voice quavering.
“I can’t explain to you now, darling, but I promise, when we get home, we’ll all sit down with your father and talk about this,” she said, trying to look soothing.
“What?” James asked curiously. They were all watching me like I was a ticking bomb. They had no idea for the explosion they were in for when we got back home.
I took a deep breath. “Apparently,” I started, sadly, “I am attending Beauxbatons next year.”
Between Emmeline and the guys stunned into silence, you could’ve heard a pin drop.
After the most uncomfortable car ride of my life, I found myself gathered in my mum’s room, with all four of my brothers and Callie.
“Explain this…please,” I asked, pathetically waiting for someone to yell ‘GOTCHA!’
It didn’t come. Instead, my mum started to cry and my dad started to pace, just like Chris did.
“To be blunt, kids, Voldemort is after our family, especially me. And Dumbledore thinks that it would be our best interest to have a quiet life in Paris until he has been conquered.”
“But that could be YEARS!” I exclaimed.
“Chris, Cody, you don’t have to come, you guys are adults now.”
“SO AM I!” I exclaimed, "Last time I checked, turning seventeen made me of age!"
“But you are still in school,” my dad sad firmly.
“And he knows you foiled his plot to kill me at the New Year’s party a year ago,” he added. Tears fell from my mum's eyes. She didn't want to go either.
“Well that sucks,” I said.
“So we’re really going?” Connor said, looking pitiful.
“Yeah,” my mum whimpered.
“We aren’t selling the house, Emmeline, Fabian, Marlene, and Benjy are going to stay here. We’re leaving Sunday morning. And, sorry kids, I really am, but we are going to have to drop all communication. Our letters will definitely be intercepted.”
“NO!” I screamed. I had lost it. Voldemort, this man, this monster, would take no more away from me. I knew all of my friends were downstairs, I knew they could hear me and were probably listening intently.
“CARA ELAINA STERLING!” my dad said sternly.
“Oh shut up! I’m surprised you knew my middle name!” I yelled back.
“What?” he whispered angrily.
“Up until VOLDEMORT decided he wanted to kill you, all you did was work, you were never home! Then you realize you were going to die – then you want to be a father?”
Everyone was staring at me. The words were spilling out of me faster then I could control them. I hadn’t let myself breakdown and cry yet, but it was sure as hell coming.
I am going to have to leave Sirius. And completely stop talking to him. Until You-Know-Who was gone.
“The second I am out of school I am leaving,” I said, “I am coming home the second I graduate,” I said, shaking my head.
I stormed out of the room, leaving Callie and Charlie wailing and my brothers sitting in stunned silence. Fleetingly, I caught a glimpse of everyone gathered at the bottom of the stairs.
I ran straight down them and into Sirius’s arms, crying. He held me close, tightly, like he was afraid I’d leave. We stayed like that for a while, until I broke away to look at him.
I hadn’t noticed until then that my house was empty, no furniture really, just a few scattered things. My dad’s word echoed in my mind. It was Friday afternoon, I was leaving SUNDAY?
“I’m leaving Sunday,” I whispered in his ear as he exhaled deeply.
He let go of me and I looked at all of them sadly.
“Let’s go in my room to talk, yes?” I said, dismally attempting a smile as I walked up to my room and we sat on the empty floor, the hardwood dusty in a huge square my bed had been.
“So what exactly is going on?” James asked.
“Didn’t you hear?” I said.
“No, I only heard you screaming,” he said.
“Well basically. Voldemort wants to kill me and my family. So we’re moving to Paris and I can’t send any letters to you, so I am falling off the face of the earth for a year. Only until I am out of school. And I’m leaving Sunday morning.”
They stared at me, stunned into silence.
I was surprised I had said it all so calmly. It was exactly what had been running through my mind.
And I started to cry a lot harder.
“And I am going to miss you all with every ounce of me.” I hadn’t even gotten a chance to say goodbye to Lily or Hestia or Alice or Dorcas, or Fabian or RYAN or Gideon or anyone.
The clock chimed four o’clock. I had what, 39 hours left with the love of my life and the best friends I had ever managed to make? Emmeline pulled me into a hug and she began to cry too.
“I am going to miss this house,” I said, and then it hit me.
I was never going back to Hogwarts.
The Sterling legacy ended two years earlier then it should have. I sniffed, loudly.
“Remember when I moved in next door?” James said.
“Vaguely. We were five.”
I am going to miss his house too, probably more then mine. I’m there just as much. I have just as many memories there, Christmases and summers and New Years’ and all the Easter holidays, and even Halloween and our birthday parties before Hogwarts.
And the lake by my house, and my swing, and my backyard.
“I want you to have Bonnie.” She broke out into fresh sobs. Bonnie and Clyde belong together, the less people that are subjected to this move, the better.
The possibilities this summer had held this morning had all evaporated, right now, no possibilities seemed to exist whatsoever. For the next year, my life was going to be hell, Connor would be my only friend and he isn’t even in my year.
I am going to be alone and quite miserable.
I laid down, stretching out on the floor, and closes my eyes, wishing this entire day had just been a nightmare.
But I opened my eyes and nothing had changed.
If I had my way
I’d never get over you
Today’s the day
I pray that we make it through
Today’s the day
I pray that we make it through
Make it through the fall
Make it through it all
And I don’t wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you.
Fall to Pieces; Avril Lavigne.
A/N- This seems like a desperate attempt at a plot twist, I know, but its essential and its exactly what I had alwayyys planned. Honestly. And I know you probably exed out of the box or hit 'back' right when I said she was moving, but please - there is going to be a third installment and it will be her AFTER Hogwarts, so you won't have to sit through 18 chapters of no Sirius and a lot of Beauxbatons people. So, I know what I am doing is risking all of my reviewers and all, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. And this was short, it was actually part of sixteen but it would've been too long and seventeen chapters is a funny number to end on.
Now, to talk about the song - its an older one, and its Avril Lavigne but her old stuff is simply amazing. So, listen to this song if you are still reading this. =]
I am dreading to say this (cause it will all be death threats) but:
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