I was packed ready to go, but wasn’t moving an inch. The bag was absolutely overstuffed with a million different outfit choices, I’d probably never wear..... but I wasn’t taking any chances. Laney was there to fussing over me helping me get ready.
“What I don’t understand,” Laney said stuffing shoes in my bag, “is why Dr. Fischer wants you to go to Scotland. Why Scotland?”
Yes, I’m a horrible, horrible person.... I lied to my best friend about where I was going for ‘vacation’. I just couldn’t tell her.
I shrugged my shoulders pretending to be confused. “Also, why are you driving! It’s going to take like forever days to get there!,” she continued.
I replied, “Dr. Fischer said the road would be soothing and I would have time to think.”
“Well I guess that makes sense,” she said absentmindedly zipping uo my suitcase. I was amazed she was buying this crap.... everyone I have ever met says I’m a horrible liar.
“I wish I could come with you,” she continued looking sad about my departure.
“Laney you have no idea how much I want you to come with me,” I said a little desperately.
She laughed and said, “Yea, I wish I could too! I would love to go to Scotland! The scenery must be spectacular......” and then she went on and on about photography and lenses and stuff “..... don’t you think so Sarah?”.
I got knocked out of my daydream and lazily nodded my head which caused her to squeal and jump up and down.
“Really!?! Thank you so much!” I nodded and smiled, so completely confused.
She ran into her room and grabbed one of her many cameras. “
Okay take a ton of pictures for me okay!”, she said excitedly.
Oh crap....stupid mouth tell her the truth........
.... ahh you never listen to me.
I put the camera in my purse and gave Laney a tight hug.
“I’ll call you later Laney okay, I already miss you loads.” She smiled and hugged me back.
“Try not to work too much and give me updates on what Daniel is up to!”, I said with an evil smirk.
“I swear, you two are the most redi-”, Laney started but I said, “Please!”
With my awesome puppy dog face (haha) she relented and decided to be my evil spy. With one last hug, I grabbed my many bags and walked out the door.
One Hour Later
Oh, my god.
That was a complete fiasco.
Apparently Ben the my next door neighbor is a complete jerk and when I asked him (politely) to help me carry my bags to my car.... he tried to make me pay. He wanted to charge me per bag..... PER BAG PEOPLE! Apparently you have to completely stab someone to get good help these days! I mean I told Ben to forget it and I lugged the bags all the way by myself, which took forever! And then I couldn’t find my car. I mean it is really hard to find a black Mercedes! And then I had trouble fitting it all into the trunk. I told Daniel that I needed a bigger car, but NO! He never listens to me..... git.
Well, now I’m on the road and really bored. At least there’s not any traffic.... of course there’s not any traffic it’s seven o’clock in the morning on a Sunday, anyone in there right mind would be asleep. I wanted to leave later, but Laney said if I wanted to make it to ‘Scotland’ on time I had to leave early.
Stupid Laney, stupid lying, stupid Dr. Fischer.
I turned on my radio and turned it on to see what was playing. I heard the country melody of the Dixie Chicks singing “Long Time Gone” and quickly changed it. “She Walked Away” blasted in the car before I hit the change button and “Home” filled the car. I yelled out in frustration and hit the off button.
I randomly screamed out, “IS THIS A SIGN?!? BECAUSE I DON’T BELIEVE IN SIGNS!”.
I heard a car honk behind me as a an overweight man rolled down his window and shouted, “I’ll give you a sign love, if you don’t move that pretty little car of yours!”.
I scowled and drove forward trying to ignore the feeling of wanting to turn back. Five long hours later I reached the hotel I was staying at. I decided it was probably best to stay at the little bed and breakfast about a mile from my family’s house, just to be safe.
I walked into the small run down looking place, bags in tow and approached a peppy looking young woman at the front desk.
“Hello, welcome to Godric’s Hallow Inn. How are you this lovely summer day?”, she said happily.
I raised an eyebrow at her, but she seemed to take this as an answer and replied, “I’m great! I’m Marianne, do you have a reservation?”.
I shook my head as in ‘no’.
She looked at me apologetically and said, “I’m awfully sorry, but we’ve completely booked! Busy time of year you know, but if any thing comes available I’ll contact you. What’s your name?”
“Sarah Potter,” I replied happy to get a word in.
Her eyes widened dramatically, “Did you say Potter! You wouldn’t happen to be related to the Potters would you!”.
Oh no, not again.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said innocently.
“Wait! I know who you are! Your the other Potter aren’t you! Your the one that has been missing all these years!”
I looked at her confused.... ummm okay what is she talking about?
“I’m Marianne Brown,” she said confidently, when I didn’t register she continued, “You know me silly! I went out with James at school!”
Then it clicked and I found myself trying not to burst out laughing.
Oh yes, I remember Marianne Brown.
James told me she was the most clingy, obnoxious, possessive, girlfriend he’s ever had...... and believe me that’s saying something. She was like his own personal stalker.
“How is Jamesy?”, she asked dreamily.
I inwardly gagged and said, “Okay I guess... about that room?”.
She smiled widely, “Anything for a Potter! Don’t worry about it, your room will be ready around... umm 3 o’clock. Just leave your bags here and I’ll take them up!”
Her enthusiasm scared me a little bit, but I smiled and started to walk away.
She quickly called me back, “Tell James I said hello and tell him to call me!”.
I faked a smile and evacuated the building where I promptly burst out laughing. Oh dear God. Poor James. James.... urgh. My laughter evaporated quickly when I realized what I had to do next and before I knew it, it was time. It really was a beautiful day, with the sun shinning and the birds singing. The sun reflected off of the windows and caused little rainbows to appear. It almost seemed to good to be true.
Suddenly I was there. I felt deja vu just standing here outside of my car, waiting. I was so lost in my thoughts, I did not even see a little girl with black hair approach me.
“Hello,” the girl said happily with a smile.
I looked down startled and said, “Oh hello, I didn’t see you there.”
The girl smiled prettily her blue eyes shinning, “Today’s my birthday!”
I looked at her amused, “Really how old are you?”
She held up six fingers and smiled proudly.
“Wow, that’s a lot,” I said with a smile.
“Yep,” she replied, “my daddy says I’ll be all grown up before he knows it!”.
“Well don’t grow up too fast,” I said chided gently.
We stood there silently until the girl broke the silence.
“What’s your name?”, the little girl asked.
“Sarah,” I replied simply.
The girl’s eyes shone with merriment, “That’s my middle name!”.
I smiled too, “Really?”. She nodded her head enthusiastically and said proudly, “Danielle Sarah Potter at your service!”
My eyes widened at the last name, “Potter?”, I stuttered out. Danielle nodded again, but looked confused about my outburst. “I’m having a birthday party! Would you like to come?”.
I shook my head, “I don’t really think that’s-”
“-Okay, I’ll just go ask my daddy!”, she interrupted running up the driveway and through the front door of the house before I could stop her. I stood there unsure of what to do. I could leave.... or I could stay and see how things go. I decided to bite the bullet and I walked cautiously up the pathway to the house. I approached the door when I heard voices.
“So let me get this straight. You met some strange woman outside and want her to come to your birthday party,” said a voice that was obviously Albus.
“She’s not some strange woman, she’s my friend!”, Danielle’s voice protested.
“Your father’s right Ellie, we don’t even know this woman!”, said a female.
“But Auntie Rose-”
“No buts young lady,” said Albus ,”it’s very dangerous to talk to strangers.”
“Well she’s not a stranger, I know her!”, Danielle argued.
“Hardly,” piped in James... wait since when was he the voice of reason?
“But, wait? How did this woman get on the property? We have a no trespassing spell on it, only family and close friends can come near it!”, said dad.
“I don’t know Grandpa, let’s ask Sarah!”, said Danielle hopefully.
Right then I knew, I had no escape..... the bomb was dropped. I heard the group gasp.
“Wait what did you say sweetheart?”, asked mum confused.
“Let’s go ask Sarah,” Danielle repeated.
The room was silent for a moment until Lily asked, “Where is Sarah?”
“She’s outside- oh wait she’s right there!”, Danielle said spotting me standing outside the opened front door. Danielle ran towards me and took my head dragging me towards the living room.
When we arrived there, all eyes were on me. Everyone’s eyes were wide with shock with dropped jaws.
“Sarah,” my dad said in a choked voice. I couldn’t meet his eyes though.
“Is that really you?”, he continued surveying me.
I tried to find all the courage within me and lifted up my head to meet the emerald green eyes that matched my own.