Chapter 8 : Chapter 8
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Anyways, this is chappie 8! Enjoy!
And who do you think you are
Runnin' round leavin' scars
Collectin' you're jar of hearts
And tearin' love apart
~Jar of Hearts, Christina Perry
“Rose, darling, come here! Oh, I missed you so much!” Hermione Granger-Weasley said, pulling Rose into a bone crushing hug.
We were on the platform after an excruciatingly awkward train ride. Aiden, Al, Nathan, Scorpius, Rose, Dom, Athena, Molly, Tyler and I had squeezed into one compartment, which had forced me to sit on Tyler’s lap. I felt uncomfortable with this (who am I kidding, it was part of the Plan) and I decided to sit on the floor. Tyler yelled at me, and I yelled back, and we had a huge fight, and the rest of the train ride was spent in silence.
“And are you Delilah Miller?” She asked, peering at me. I nodded wordlessly. She pulled me into a motherly hug, and said, “It’s so nice to meet you!” I awkwardly hugged her back.
What are you supposed to do when one of the Golden Trio hugs you?
“Hermione, you’re squishing her,” Ron Weasley said from behind her. His wife let go of me, turning red. “Ron Weasley,” He said, holding out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.” I shook his hand and said, “Thank you so much for inviting me over, Mr. Weasley.” He laughed and said, “Ah, it was nothing. And call me Ron. Mr. Weasley makes me sound old.”
“Alright…Ron.” I said hesitantly. He laughed again and went off to greet Hugo. Rose tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Come on, let’s get our trunks.” I followed her through the crowd.
By the time we had returned, Hugo, his friend Jared, and Ron and Hermione were standing, waiting for us. Hermione had insisted on me calling her that, as Mrs. Granger-Weasley was a bit of a mouthful. Jared insisted on being called Jerry or Billy, and Hugo didn’t give a fuck what he was called.
Ron helped us load our trunks into the magically expanded back of the car, and we piled into the car. I was sandwiched between the window and Rose. I saw the Potters heading for their car, and I caught Al’s eye and gave a small wave. He grinned and waved back, and then the car was pulling out of the lot and he was gone.
Rose’s house was rather large. It was a huge white Victorian mansion out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods. There was a large pond in the backyard, and across that pond was another more modern house. When I asked Rose whose house it was, she said it was the Potters’. Apparently, the Golden Trio couldn’t stand to be separated. The pond was frozen over, but the woods were still beautiful, and I walked through them and reached a big hill that would be great for sledding. I also found an old rotten tree house, which, upon entering, transformed into a big room complete with two beds, a small kitchen, and a tiny bathroom separated from the main room with a thick curtain.
The inside of her house was magnificent. It had five floors, twelve bedrooms, seven bathrooms, one sitting room, one kitchen, one dining room, two game rooms, one room entirely dedicated to the Chudly Cannons, one ballroom, and a laundry room. There was one room that was so similar to the Gryffindor Common Room it was uncanny, and a room that had one entirely glass wall. I learned that the Weasleys didn’t use one floor, because it was too much of a hassle to keep the house clean for the paparazzi all the time, so they did all the public stuff on one floor. There was a secret room hidden behind a portrait of Ron’s Uncle Billius that Rose and Hugo’s parents knew nothing about. They used it as a bit of a hideout.
Rose’s room was covered in posters of Quidditch teams and Gryffindor flags and scarfs. She had one wall devoted to pictures of her friends, and I was pleased to see a picture of me, Dom, and Molly goofing off in the Common Room. She told me that she had sent it to her mum and she had put it up before she got home. One wall had a set of double doors that led to a balcony, and she had an elegant bathroom and a walk-in closet.
The room that I was going to be staying in was huge. It had a king-sized bed pushed up against one wall. It had a cream bedspread. There was a soft cream carpet covering the floor, and there was also a balcony. It had ivy running down the sides that I could easily climb up and down, what Arianna would call a ‘classic Romeo and Juliet situation’. It also had a bathroom with a gigantic shower and a bathtub the size of a swimming pool. The toiled was exquisite, and the sink handles were embellished with gold. I also had a walk-in closet, although it was empty.
Hermione made excellent food, I soon discovered. The dinner was amazing. Right now, we were all sitting around in the ‘Gryffindor room’, as Ron called it. The fire was crackling in the fireplace. Ron, Hermione, and Hugo were sprawled in the squashy armchairs, while Jared was on the threadbare carpet. Rose and I were a little bit away, out of earshot, chattering away.
“So, that fight with Tyler. That was pretty intense.” Rose said. “Yeah,” I agreed. “He’s getting a bit clingy. To the point where it’s overwhelming. He thought I was only coming over to your house to sleep with your brother.” Rose snorted, and then said, “Wait, you aren’t, right?”
“Of course not!” I exclaimed, disgusted. “Why don’t you break up with him?” Rose asked. “I dunno,” I said shrugging. (I knew. It was part of the Plan) “He’s a good snog. He does some great stuff with his tongue, if you get my drift.” I said, waggling my eyebrows. “Ew!” Rose said, hitting my leg, which was sprawled next to her. She was sitting cross-legged, while I was lying on the couch, propping my head up with a pillow.
“What about Al?” Rose asked, arching one dark red eyebrow. “What about him?” I asked, faking casualness. Well, in this case, I wasn’t actually faking it, but you know what I mean.
Rose’s eyebrow traveled higher and higher up her forehead. “Seriously, Del.” She said. I shot her a mischievous grin. “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.” I said patronizingly. She huffed loudly.
“So, what about Scorpius?” I asked. “What about him?” Rose asked. Déjà vu, anyone? “Come on, Rose,” I prodded. “I know you like him.” Rose opened her mouth to retort, but she was saved by Ron, who had walked over and told us that it was time for bed. I shot Rose my deluxe This-Isn’t-Over stare and sprinted to my room.
In my room, I took a quick shower and slid into my pajamas, a ratty gray t-shirt and old flannel pajama pants. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, braided my hair over one shoulder, and ran across the hall to Rose’s room, my bare feet not making a sound on the long emerald green rug that was in the hallway. It was, I noted, the exact shade of Al’s eyes.
I quietly opened the door and closed it softly, then padded over to Rose’s bed and sat on it, playing with the fringe on one of her blankets.
About two minutes later, Rose opened her bathroom door. She had an electric blue t-shirt that read: THE WEIRD SISTERS TOUR OF ‘15 and bubblegum pink pajama pants with little bubblegum prints all over them, and her dark red hair was up in a messy bun, strands falling into her face. She had rectangular black glasses on that emphasized her blue eyes.
“Hi,” She said, sitting on the bed next to me. “So, do you like Scorpius?” I asked, cutting straight to the chase. “No.” She said firmly, like a well-rehearsed line she was required to say. “Right,” I said doubtfully. “Really!” She insisted. “I don’t like him!”
“Sure,” I said, drawing the word out. “Ugh. If you’re just going to pester me, get out of my room.” She said. “Fine,” I said, grinning and sprawling out across her bed. “You don’t like him.”
This led to a whole new conversation, including gay men, lesbian women, and rubber ducks. I was still snickering when I left to go back to my own room.
I decided to write a letter to Arianna and Cinda. They had checked into the Leaky Cauldron for this Christmas.
Dear Arianna and Cinda,
I hope you’re having a great time this holiday. Rose’s house is amazing. The Potters live right across the lake, so it's a lot better for the Plan. Al is probably going to visit. He's the one I'll target.
But enough about the Plan, I want to hear about you’re Christmas. Write back soon.
I folded up the letter and gave it to Shark. “Bring this to Arianna and Cinda.” I whispered to him softly. He gave me a gentle nip on the ear and I let him hop onto my forearm. I took him out on the balcony, and with a hoot and flapping wings, he flew off into the night.
I went back inside and lay down on the bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. I let sleep take me immediately.
Deandra walked down the halls to the Headmistress’s office, where she was to meet with Professor McGonagall.
“D-Dumbledore,” Deandra stuttered. She had a cold from the lake incident, and her teeth were still chattering. The stone gargoyle sprang aside and Deandra ran up the spiral staircase. She knocked on the door, and a woman’s voice called, “Enter,”
Deandra walked into the office and took a seat in front of McGonagall’s desk. The headmistress peered across the desk at Deandra.
“Miss Misgen,” McGonagall said. Deandra nodded. “Do you know who did this to you?” There was no need to question what the woman was talking about. Deandra knew. The whole school knew.
Deandra’s mind was racing a mile a minute. She should tell McGonagall. It was the right thing to do. But if she did, then they were sure to get revenge. And if she didn’t, she would be safe. They might even befriend her again.
Eventually, the second option won over, and Deandra spoke.
“Delilah!” A voice screamed in my ear. “What?” I asked, jerked away from sleep. “Whassamatter?” I fumbled for my wand that I kept on the nightstand. “Oh, put that away.” A female voice said in my ear. I yelped and scrambled into the sitting position, pulling my covers as I went. I heard a shriek and a thump as Rose was jerked off my bed.
“I’m okay,” Her muffled voice floated over to me, and I said, “Sorry.” I wasn’t very sorry. “Why did you wake me up?” Rose popped up again. “Christmas shopping!” She exclaimed. “Erghmmmm,” I groaned, turning over and plopping my face into my fluffy whited pillow.
“Come on, Delilah! Get up, up, up! We’re meeting Arianna and Cinda at ten in the Leaky Cauldron, and then we’ll meet up with Al and Scorpius. Get up!” I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 9:15. I popped out of bed and raced to the shower, anxious to see Cinda and Arianna. They had written back, saying that they were having a great time, and that Tom, the ancient bartender, was extremely nice. I couldn’t wait to see them.
After my shower, I did a quick drying charm on my hair, then a charm to detangle it. It floated down my back in silky strands. I washed my face and rushed into the closet, finding a pair of dark skinny jeans, a green v-neck long sleeved shirt, and a lacy camisole to wear under that. I slid into my clothes and put my hair up into a messy bun, some red strands falling into my face. Once I determined that I looked good enough, I put warm socks on and ran out the door again, all the way downstairs, to where Hugo, Jared, and Rose were all eating cereal. I grabbed a pretty bowl from the cabinet over the black marble counter and poured ‘Lucky Charms’ into it, cereal that had oats and tiny marshmallows in it. It was just like the muggle kind, except for the marshmallows actually floated and flew around. I poured milk into the cereal and grabbed a silver spoon and sat down to eat.
I scarfed down my food while Rose, Hugo and Jared looked on, impressed. I checked the clock on the wall. 9:50.
“Let’s go, Rosie! Don’t want to be late!” I said, grabbing my brown mid-thigh length jacket and my purse and stepped into my brown leather boots, pointing my wand at them as I went. They automatically laced up. Rose fumbled for her jacket and stepped into her shoes as I gripped her arm and Apparated out of the house with a quick goodbye to Hugo and Jared.
We appeared right outside of the Leaky Cauldron. I walked inside, dragging Rose with me. As I walked in, I saw Arianna and Cinda making their way down the rickety old stairs. “Arianna! Cinda! Over here!” I called excitedly. Cinda’s eyes widened and she ran/tumbled down the rest of the stairs and landed on the floor. She got up with as much dignity as she could and tackled me with a hug.
“Oh my Merlin! It’s been too long! You only wrote one letter! Just one! What’s up with that? Me and Ari were starving for info! I mean, you got to see Ron and Hermione Weasley’s house! How many people get to do that?”
I chuckled and said, “Cinda, Rose is right behind me.” Cinda turned red as she pulled away. “Sorry,” She muttered as Rose waved it off.
“Hey,” Arianna said. “Hi!” I pulled her into a hug. She hugged me back, whispering in my ear, “I need to talk to you,” I pulled away. “Now?” I whispered. “Whenever.” Arianna replied. “Let’s do it later. We need to meet Al and Scorpius.” I told her. She looked like she wanted to protest, but Al and Scorpius appeared with a crack, so she shut up.
“Hey guys,” Rose said in her I-am-the-epitome-of-cool-and-uncaring voice. That was ruined a couple seconds later when we both started snickering, remembering our conversation from a couple nights ago.
“Er…hey.” Al said uncertainly. Rose and I started full-out laughing; standing there like idiots while Cinda, Arianna, Al and Scorp looked on.
“O…kay, I’ll take, er, Deli….” Scorpius said hesitantly. “What do you mean, take?” I asked, sobering up immediately. “We split up to do our shopping every year,” Al explained. “There are so much of us Wotters that it’s just easier.” I nodded. “But how am I going to get Scorpy something?” I asked.
We determined that we’d meet a various shops at certain times to switch off so we’d be able to get something for everyone. I was going with Scorpius first, then I was meeting up with Rose, and then I was meeting with Arianna. Scorpius was going with Al while I was taking Rose, and Arianna staying with Cinda until we met up.
“Where should we go first?” Scorpius asked. “Let’s go to that—er—gift shop!” I improvised wildly, glancing around and letting my eyes rest on an alleyway just off to the side of said gift shop. I dragged him over and at the last second swerved into the alley, which was deserted besides an old hobo. I wrinkled my nose at the hobo and turned to face Scorpius.
“Look,” I said. “I’m just going to cut to the chase and tell you that you need my help to get Rose a perfect gift, and I need your help to get Al the perfect gift, so if you just compromise and tell me exactly what Al likes, I won’t mislead you with Rose, alright?” Scorpius nodded, and then did a double take.
“Wait, you like Al?” He asked. I forced my cheeks to burn red. “Don’t tell!” I pleaded. Scorpius had an amused smile on his face. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” He said. “Good,” I said, and I abrasively grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the open.
“Ow! Bloody abusive, woman--!”
I dragged him into the gift shop and I let go of him. He sprang away from me, rubbing his forearm. I scanned the shop.
“Let’s get started.” I said.
Twenty minutes later, I had gotten a new microphone for Molly, a small statue of an owl for Athena, a new blouse for Dom, a leather jacket for Aiden, and new Keeper’s gloves for Nathan. I had saved the rest for Rose and Arianna.
The rule for Christmas shopping for the Weasley/Potters is that you only have to get a gift for the ones you’ve had a full, semi-emotional conversation with. I had only done that with Molly, Rose, Dom, Albus, and Hugo.
“Del, I need your help!” Scorpius whined. “What?” I asked. “What gift should I get Rose?” He asked. “A book? She’d like a book, wouldn’t she?” I looked him up and down. “No. She always gets books. That would look tacky and uncaring. You need to get something meaningful. An expensive piece of jewelry, maybe.” Scorpius looked doubtful. “Expensive?” He asked warily. “You’re a Malfoy, aren’t you?” I asked exasperatedly. “You lot are rolling in cash!”
As soon as I said it, I knew it was a bad thing to say. Scorpius’s gaze darkened, and he turned away with a muttered, “Right,”
“Scorpius! Scorpius, wait up! I didn’t mean it like that!” I said, going after him. I had, despite my past experiences, become his friend, which would make it all the harder to get him miserable. But I had to do it, or else I’d die.
He whirled around, but instead of the angry expression I had expected, he had a mildly amused expression on his face.
“Relax, Deli.” He said, a smirk appearing on his features. “I know I have loads of money. It doesn’t offend me.”
“Wha—you arse!” I yelled at him, cuffing him over the head. “Sorry!” He said, dodging my blow. “It was a joke—a joke, Delilah!”
“Well it wasn’t very funny,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Come on, Del. Help me find something for Rose.” He said pleadingly. “Fine,” I said. “Get this charm bracelet for her. And the rose charm. She loves it when boys give her roses, she thinks it’s sweet. I think it’s ridiculously cheesy, but I’m not her.” I said, busily rifling through the silver charms in the box. “I’m getting her this one, because I can’t really think of anything else.” I said, holding up a charm with her zodiac sign on it, Pisces. I handed it to Scorpius and gave him a little shove in the direction of the counter where a bored looking witch stood.
After Scorpius had paid for his gifts and mine, I went to go meet Rose. I then bought a Man’s Guide to Romance book for Scorpius, and under Rose’s counseling, an expensive replica of a golden Snitch, which was encased in a little metal box, for Al, except it was silver. I also bought a sapphire necklace with matching sapphire earrings for Arianna. I told Rose to get Scorpius a leather jacket I had seen him eyeing when I met up with Rose. Then I ran over to Arianna, who was waiting outside a storefront, tapping her foot and checking her watch every five seconds.
“Oh, shut up, I’m not late.” I said as she opened her mouth. “Now, what did you want to talk about?”
“Oh, that,” She said. She pulled me into another alley and faced me. “Look, you’re getting really friendly with Rose and the others.” She said. “So?” I asked. “They’re friendly. And I don’t have a personal vendetta against Rose.” The words felt familiar as they rolled off my tongue, even though I hadn’t said them before. It was like I had been repeating it to myself as an excuse for my being friendly with them. It’s all part of the Plan, I need to do it, I don’t have a personal vendetta against Rose. All excuses I was using.
Arianna seemed to sense this, because she took me by the shoulders and shook me. “Focus, Delilah!” She told me harshly. “You came to Hogwarts for a reason, remember? To get revenge on them! Hell, I’m dating Aiden for you! For you!”
I removed her hands from my shoulders. “I know, Arianna! It’s part of the Plan! It was ever since I walked past my old spot at the Gryffindor table and sat with them!” I yelled at her.
Suddenly she was on the ground against the wall, her hands in her dark hair. “I just don’t want you to die, Del.” She said in a muffled voice. “Hey,” I slid down next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. “I’m not going to die. I wouldn’t have made the Unbreakable Vow if I thought I was going to die.”
Arianna looked up at me, and for a second, her usually icy mask vanished and I saw the girl that had been lying on the forest floor right after her first transformation. Defenseless and alone, drowning in hurt. “You’d better not die on me, Delilah Cecelia Miller.” She ordered, her voice shaky. “Scouts honor.” I said, saluting her. She laughed shakily and got up, and her mask was back on.
I bought a diamond necklace for Cinda and a book, ‘How Not to be a Dummy’ for Hugo. Then Arianna and I walked to the Leaky Cauldron, where the others were waiting for us.
I Side-Along-Apparated Rose back to her house and ran up to my room, throwing my bags down and collapsing on my bed. In seconds, I fell into sleep.
The days passed for Deandra, and she was still picked on, even though she hadn’t told McGonagall.
One morning at breakfast, Deandra got a letter. It wasn’t delivered from Shark, but from a large snowy owl. She untied the letter from the owl’s leg and unfolded it.
Miss Deandra Cecelia Misgen,
It is the Ministry of Magic’s extreme displeasure to inform you that on January 27th, at 2:38 AM, Mr. Andrew Misgen and Mrs. Angeline Misgen were murdered. The funeral will be on February 3rd, at 5:00 PM.
Awwww. Her parents died!
But, you know, I already knew that...I actually have most of chappie 10 written out. Soooo....yeah.
I know most of you (all of you?) are mad at me for going with short little one-shot. But trust me, it'll be good! I mean, you need to end your story on a good note. Would you like it if JK Rowling (no offence, Jo) corrupted all our fan-created characters and wrote a book on the Marauders and the Next-Gen characters?
I didn't think so.
Read my other stories and review please. I want you to review the most, I don't care as much about my other stories (but reading them would be nice ;)
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