It was weird, awkward, and down right frightening to be back in the huge house. It was even more frightening with the knowledge that Nicole, my older sister, was moving out. Just the thought of being alone with my mother in a huge house gave me the creeps, causing shivers to run through my spine. Nicole was moving in with her current boyfriend, and for once, they seemed to be perfectly in love. Trust me, if you knew my sister, you'd be as surprised as I was.
She rushed through her room, putting everything that she could find of hers into a large trunk. I rolled my eyes, standing in the doorway, arms folded over my chest, there was no way in hell she could fit all of her stuff into just one trunk. It was nearly full just holding her clothes, and trust me, that trunk was huge. Bigger than the ones that we brought to and from school anyway.
I sighed and stood up straight. I knew how stressed she must have been, and I wasn't helping one bit.
"Do you want some help?" I asked. She was trying to force the lid closed, without much luck, many random objects stuck out awkwardly. She looked up, surprised, her hair was a mess, but it somehow still looked good. I envied her, her beauty was alway noticed by everyone, even when she was in her worst state.
"That would be nice," she said, a wide smile spreading across her perfect face.
"It's the least I can do," I muttered. As I said, I wasn't too keen on the fact that Nicole was moving away. I did not like the idea of being alone with my mother, even though Nicole had aboslutely no idea what exactly was going on. "So how are things with Jiff."
"It's Jeff, Aleesha," she said, sending me a glare. "And things are great."
"Are you sure you just don't want to stay here?" I asked in an almost pleading voice. I wasn't one to beg, but if you were in my postition, you would too.
"Aleesha," she sighed. "I'm not one to burst your bubble, but you and I both know that we have been "the best of friends" growing up." I knew full well that she was right. It was because of my condition, you know, of me being a werewolf. I was instantly stereotyped among everyone. If you go up to some random person on the street of Diagon Alley and asked what they thought of werewolves, they'd say "they must all be killed!"
However, that didn't bother me much. It didn't bother me at all, actually. Everyone was entitled to their own opinion, and I wasn't one to change that. But what did bother me, was the fact that my own family stereotyped me. They were scared of me, well, my dad was scared of me. He died the previous year to unknown causes.
"But Nicole," I said. "You just got out of school two weeks ago, you've only been going out with Jiff for one month, and you've never lived in something as small as an apartment before!"
"It's Jeff, Aleesha," Nicole said, glaring at me. "And, school was let out one week ago, Jeff and I have been going out for three months, and I'll adapt."
"You'll do that for just one guy?" I asked, disbelief washed over my face. We weren't packing anymore, we were having an actual conversation. I know, weird.
"Haven't you ever had anyone you cared for so much," Nicole began, a dazed look in her eye. "That you'd be willing to give him the world? You'd do anything for him, even if it's something that's nearly impossible? You'd want to protect him, even when he can't protected?"
I shook my head no, lieing of course. There was someone I cared for that much. There was someone I would give the world to . I'd do anything for him, like protect him. Sirius. Sirius Black.
But, I couldn't give him the world, no matter how badly I wanted to. Not really anyways. He hates me. He hates me with all his heart, he hasn't talked to me in months. I, personally, think he's definaltey gone overboard with this "hating" thing. Sure, I did do something wrong, but I apologized. I apologized many times before I just gave up completely. But, maybe I don't deserve to be forgiven. I mean, I kissed his brother, and now, I love his brother. But I didn't love his brother when I kissed him. And I only loved Regulus, I'm in love with Sirius, which means a lot more to me than it would to anyone else, I'm sure.
"Listen," Nicole said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "One day, you'll know how it feels. You'll want to spend the rest of your life with him. You'll want to be with him for every waking moment." She began packing again, opening another trunk and putting stuff in there carefully this time. I helped, folding up her clothes before setting them in there.
The silence was eirre, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"Nicole," I said, sighing. She looked up at me, a calm look on her face. "I know how you feel. About Jeff that is. It's like he has your heart in his hands, and he can squish it anytime he wants, right?"
"Exactly," Nicole said, giving me a small smile.
"I understand, I guess," I said, looking down. I had never been one to express my feelings, so this was pretty knew to me. "But, you know, I'll miss you. Even though we haven't been good friends, I'll still miss you." When I looked up I was in shock at what I saw. A lone tear escaped Nicole's eye, and it looked as if there more were about to fall. "No, no! Don't cry, I didn't mean to be harsh or anything." For some reason, she laughed. I gave her a look, cocking my head to the side.
"You didn't say anything harsh," she said. "That's probably the nicest thing I have ever heard you say." I relaxed, relief washing over me. It was just like her to get all emotional over this. "And don't worry baby sis-" I winced as she called me that- "I'll miss you too." What she did next was completely shocking, yet totally characteristic of her. She hugged me. And what I did was so uncharacteristic that I felt her stiffen with shock. I hugged her back, a lone tear escaping my eye just as hers had done.
"You know," she said, once she had let me go. "You can always owl me, and visit me, and I'll owl you, and visit you."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said.
"Well," Nicole said, shutting the lid to her packed trunk. "I guess, this is goodbye."
"Yep," I said. "I guess it is."
"So, um, goodbye, Aleesha," she said softly.
"Goodbye, Nicole," I whispered. I fought back the urge to cry, and won triumphantly. And, as she grabbed her trunk, pulling it to her side and gripping it tightly, I felt a wave of an unknown emotion. Within seconds, a loud crack erupted, and she was gone.
And once again, I felt completely and utterly alone. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, a knot in my throat was throbbing, and my eyes stung. Before I knew what was happening, I broke down crying, in the middle of the empty room that had only a bed sitting in the middle of it. My heart pulled and tightened.
I was alone. Completely alone. With no one but the woman who I had once called my mother. My summer was finally beginning.
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