Chapter 8 : Bad Memories
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Liv and Evan had spent the previous day and night in Lulu’s house, so they were oblivious to the fact that their brother and the Head Girl were together. Because of that, they got a major shock when they saw Alex and Darcy leaving the Great Hall, holding hands and talking lively.
“They are together,” Mandy informed them when she saw their shocked faces. “I’m as shocked as you are.”
“Together as in a couple?” he asked and his sister nodded. “But…when?” Evan asked.
“Yesterday. Still if you asked me, I’d say that something happened before,” Mandy told him. “As odd as it is to see them together, they seem happy. As long as they stay like that, I’m all for them.”
“They make such a cute pair,” Liv said, smiling.
“Today, she woke up later than me,” Mandy said. “As I recall, she only did it once before in our third year because she had the flu.”
“She seems pretty healthy to me,” Liv stated.
“It is like she is receiving a shock therapy, and I can’t complain about the results,” Mandy declared.
In the last Sunday before Christmas, it was tradition in Izzy and George’s house to decorate the Christmas tree.
Fred, Danny and Roxy were sitting on the floor looking at the tree.
“It is huge!” Fred said.
“It has the same size as the tree we had last year,” Izzy told her son, before going to the basement in order to get a box with decorations. She lifted it from the floor, but before she could take one step, her husband showed up.
“Hey, hey, put that down!” George ordered her and took the box from her. “Pregnant women should not lift heavy things.”
“Okay, first, that is not heavy. Second, wasn’t it enough to kick me out of the store?” Izzy told him.
“Don’t start again,” he pleaded.
Ignoring him, she continued. “My healer said that I could work until I reached the eighth month. I’m only a little over six.” She took the box back from his arms. “I will carry this one.”
George sighed, defeated. “Fine, but when you reach the eighth, you will behave and stay in bed.”
“I must certainly won’t. If you try to make me stay in bed, I will have my dad beating the crap out of you,” she said and returned to the living room.
He gulped. He knew he was kind of over protective when his wife was pregnant, but he could not help it. George was also sure that if Izzy asked him, Sirius would curse him like he had never been before. Maybe I should talk to Dad, George thought. The man survived to his wife’s six pregnancies; maybe he could teach his son some handy tricks.
When he returned to the living room, Izzy was sitting on the couch with the kids, waiting for him.
“What took you so long? These three are anxious to decorate the tree,” she said.
“I was just thinking,” he said.
“About what?” Izzy asked.
A way to survive a very hormonal you, he thought. “Quidditch, I saw my old broom in there,” he lied. It would not be very wise to tell her the truth.
About two hours later, the whole house was decorated with Christmas ornaments and the kids were napping because that little decorating adventure left them exhausted.
Izzy was with George finishing cleaning up the mess that was left in the room.
“Wow, it looks like Santa Claus threw up in here,” someone said from the room’s doorway.
Izzy turned to see her old friends Monica and Derek staring at her.
“Mon! Derek! What are you doing here? I thought that you still were in New Zealand,” she said, after she got up and hugged them both at the same time.
“I finished that job earlier and Monica’s sabbatical break is also about to end, so we decided to come back in time for Christmas,” Derek told her.
“I’m sorry we missed your birthday last week, Izz,” Monica apologized.
“Don’t mention it,” Izzy said. “I’m fine with it as long you don’t repeat it next year. Oh, and I won’t let you two escape without having dinner with us.”
“Where are the boys?” George asked.
“My mom kidnapped them for tonight; she says she has the right to spoil Adam and Davey rotten after eight long months without seeing them. I’m sure they won’t complain about that,” Derek explained. “Which reminds me…You are huge, Izzy.”
Izzy made an outraged expression and covered her swollen stomach with her arms. “You’re always a charmer, Derek. That is exactly what a pregnant woman aches to hear,” she told him, sarcastically.
“Yeah, he’s such a frustrating jerk! When I was pregnant with Davey, he kept asking if I was sure that I was not having twins, because I was way too big to have a single pregnancy,” Monica told her friend.
“Mine is an overprotective git. Want to switch?” Izzy said.
“Never in the world.”
“Neither would I,” Izzy agreed.
Alex and Mandy were playing chess together until she saw a lightening through the window.
“Oh no!” she murmured.
“What?” he asked. “I didn’t know you were afraid of thunderstorms.”
“I am not,” she stated, with a serious look in her face.
“Then why are you worried?” Alex asked his sister.
She sighed. “It is Darcy. I’m better go check if she is alright, usually I am there and we talk until it is over, but she is alone today. She panics during thunderstorms. It has to with something that happened when she was little.”
“Her parents’ death,” he said. Mandy looked surprised, she did not know that he knew the story. “I heard a conversation between you two a bunch of years ago,” he confessed. “You can go to bed, Mands, I’ll go there instead.”
Mandy nodded. She could see that he was worried, and would only calm down if he handled the problem himself.
Darcy was curled in her bed with her eyes closed and her hands covering her ears. The sound of the thunders was echoing in her head, just like that night.
In her head, she was three years old all over again, she was still hiding in that closet, hearing the storm outside and the Muggle’s screams in the streets of the village.
Her father was lying motionless on the floor. Right after he put her in that closet and told her not to make a noise, a dark cloaked man appeared. She saw a flash of green light through a small space between the closet’s doors.
Her mother was somewhere in the kitchen. Darcy had seen the explosion that killed her while her father held her and ran to the main bedroom in order to hide his little girl.
She was so scared; the only thing that comforted her was her mother’s smell in the blanket that was covering her. Cinnamon.
The enraged roar of the storm was unbearable. Tears were covering her small face. It hurt so much inside. Maybe they were not dead, she wanted to believe that. Her father would get up and hold her in his arms. They would find her mother in the kitchen with nothing more than a few bruises. Their life would come back to normal. But a very loud thunder reminded her of the reality.
“Mum! Dad! Darcy!” she heard her brother’s voice calling.
She wanted to move, to go see her brother, but the fear was paralyzing her. The storm outside was more enraged than ever.
Minutes later, she heard footsteps. She sniffed. Almost immediately, her brother opened the closet’s door and she jumped in his arms.
“Shh, it will be alright,” he told her with a shaky voice. Behind him, there was a tall man with dark skin. “Kingsley, let my grandparents know that only Darcy survived the attack. I’ll be there in a while.”
Kingsley nodded and disapparated.
“Mummy and daddy?” she asked him.
“They are gone, Darcy. I’m sorry,” he murmured in her ear.
Since that day, thunderstorms would always make Darcy relive that moment over and over again. Usually, Mandy would be there to calm her down, but not this time.
There was a knock on the door. She didn’t say a word, but moments later, it opened to reveal Alex.
He came in and kneeled next to the bed. “Finn, are you okay?” he asked.
He shook his head and brought his hand to her face in order to wipe the tears in her eyes.
“If you are okay, why are you crying?” he asked her. “Do you want me to stay?”
She nodded again, and made some space for him in the bed. He lay next to her and wrapped her in his arms.
In a matter of minutes, the scene of her parent’s death disappeared from her mind and was replaced by a sensation of safety. The sound of her boyfriend’s heartbeat soothed her like nothing ever did before. The storm outside was nothing more than a background sound, it didn’t scare her anymore.
“I’m glad you came,” she murmured, breaking the silence. “It feels easier to bear when you are here. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Finn…a lot. I will always be here,” he declared. “Now, sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”
She shifted her head in his chest and fell asleep, not even noticing the thunders that terrified her before.
What happened all these years ago was just a bad memory, and memories should stay in the past, so people could go on with their lives.
A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, but I was out of town for a while because my maternal grandmother passed away. I will see if I can post the next chapter soon.
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