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Facts Of Life by OZ123
Chapter 1 : Facts of Life
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It’s a simple day. A regular day. A normal day. A boring day. Nothing unusual as far as I can tell. But I’m not a seer, so that’s not very far.

I get up. Take a shower. Get dressed. Brush my teeth, and go down to breakfast. I’m usually one of the first, which means today on this normal day, I am.

On my plate I place a stack of toast. I pull the pot of strawberry jam and dish of butter towards me.

“Let me.” I hear. He sits down next to me. I smile and he smiles back, then he picks up a knife and begins to butter and jam my toast. When he’s finished he put an enormous amount of eggs and sausage onto his plate. I laugh and begin to eat my toast.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing I reply.

“You know this is our second to last day here.”

“I know. It’s weird; it doesn’t feel any different than the middle of fourth year.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

We eat in silence until more people come in and the seats begin to fill. “Come on.” He says. He stands up and puts his hand out to me. I take it and stand. We then walk hand in hand down to the lake.

We sit under a tree far and out of sight from the castle.

“I feel like we should be staying here so much longer.” He says.

“Yes, that’s why it seems like a normal day. We’re kids considered as adults.”

“I like having more freedom.”

“I do too, but…never mind.”

“I won’t laugh.”

“No, it’s just hard to explain.”


We sit in silence watching the lake and, at least for me, contemplating the facts of life. I place my head on his shoulder and breathe in his heavenly scent. This is what I want my life to be like forever. Calm. Quiet. Perfect. But that can’t be. It’s a fact of life. No one’s life can be perfect, calm, quiet. Not forever. There will always be bumps in the road. Whether you want them there or not. It may be smooth at times, but that’s just an illusion. I guess it’s not so hard to explain. At seventeen years old, we are still considered as children in muggle eyes, but we are of age through wizard eyes. We’re like baby birds being pushed out into the real world, both muggle and wizard, where we have to face the realities of responsibility and danger.

I look at the castle. That’s where I have called home for so many years. I feel a sudden stab at my heart. Mother…Father... I’m the only child and have no family except for my crazy old aunt.

I flinch. He pulls my legs over his lap then rested his head on mine.

“I love you.” he whispered.

So much emotion is twisted inside of me. Anxiety. Sadness. Joy. Love. What to do with it all. Another fact of life. You can’t run away from your feelings. I wanted to run away from my feelings when I met him. In sixth year he and I were assigned as partners in potions.

That’s probably one of the most sensible thing my aunt has ever said to me. I was nine years old, mashing a bowl of potatoes when she turned around from the kitchen sink and said “You have to face life and accept what you feel”. So eight years later I accept that I love him.

“I love you too.” I whisper back.

Love. The most powerful emotion. It doesn’t mean snogging someone senseless, even though that may be nice; it means you care for someone. You care how they feel, how they are, if they are well or ill, you feel comfortable around them. I feel comfortable right now. I care how he is.

I suddenly sit up and whip my head around to face him. “Do you care about me? Do you care how I feel? If I’m well or ill? Do you feel comfortable with me?” I ask.

He chuckles. I don’t think this is a laughing manner. “Thinking again?” he asks.

I cross my arms defensively. “So what if I am? And you didn’t answer right away.”

“Okay. I care about you. I care how you feel. I care if you are well or ill, and I feel comfortable with you. You are so beautiful inside and out. I love you.” He smiles at me. I love his smiles. I give a small smile back and lay my legs across his lap and place my head on his shoulder again. He puts his arms around me and lays his head on mine. He chuckles again.

“Git.” I say and he tries to stifle his laughs. It doesn’t work so well, so I try to pretend I don’t hear him. That doesn’t work so well either.

“I’m sorry,” he says still laughing. “It’s just you start thinking and you get off on these thoughts and notions.” He is still laughing.

“It keeps me entertained. And some of these things are very serious.” I say smirking at his laughs which have turned more giggle like. I look at the lake. The sun is climbing higher in the sky. He has stopped laughing.

“What’s that?” he whispered. I look at him. His eyes have grown wide.

“What?” but then I hear it too. It was a rustle. “Oh, I don’t know.” I look up and see a bird fly out of the tree we are under. The rustling has stopped. “It was a bird you scaredy-cat.”

“Oh.” I then feel him relax.

I sigh. Interrupting my thoughts is quite rude. He acted as thought here were Death Eaters behind us. Death Eaters. You-know-who’s followers. Dark magic. Evil. This thought really is serious. He-who-must-not-be-named has been growing more powerful these last few years. More and more murders have been reported in the Daily Prophet. Voldemort, is what he calls himself. Lord Voldemort. I want to know how he came up with that name. Its weird sounding, and scary at the same time. I really do wonder if I’m going to be in the Prophet. My obituary that is…

I shake my head. I shouldn’t be thinking those things. I’m not going to be murdered by Death Eaters. Then again, that’s probably what all those people that died thought. I shake my head more vigorously. He then stands up. We walk hand in hand once more back up to the castle.

He knows me so well. He knows when I’m scared. He knows when I’m uncomfortable. He knows when I’m guilty, happy, upset, and more often now, thoughtful. All of this, another reason I love him.


I wake up excited, nervous and scared. But mostly excited. Today is our last day! We’re going to graduate! Today the baby birds are being pushed out into the world. The real world, not where our biggest worry is homework, but the realities and responsibilities of being an adult.

I shower, dress, brush my hair then teeth, and go down to the Great Hall. He is already sitting there so I smile and go to eat my toast.


We are sitting in alphabetical order. I don’t get to sit with him. The headmaster is making his speech.

“…I do advise you to surround yourself with those you trust and love…”

He’s right. I love him, and I want to be with him, I mean, not the headmaster. Ha! That would be weird. Anyway, I trust him, I love him, I want to be with him forever.

“…these dark times…”

Death Eaters.

“…striking fear and worry…”

In the hearts of those who think of these dark times. Like me…

“On a lighter note…”


“…you are beginning another journey…”

Yes we are. But you can’t wait for your life to begin your whole life. Fact of life. Accept what happens to you and live the life you’re living while you live. Don’t keep waiting for something to come along. Enjoy what you’ve got.

Everyone starts clapping. I join in.

After the ceremony, he comes up behind and gives me a hug. I twist around to face him, and cup his face in my hands and plant my lips on his. He wraps his arm around my waist. His soft lips kiss me back. A simple kiss that means so much. He’s taller than me by four or five inches, so I’m on my tip-toes. We break apart.

“Let’s buy a flat. We’ll always be together.” he says.

“Oh yes! Yes!” I kiss him again. This one filled with pure bliss.


It’s been two weeks since we graduated. It’s been an exciting two weeks. We bought a flat three days ago. It’s small, but big enough for the two of us. It’s now being moved into.

I’ve been apparating to my aunt’s house and back for the past hour. Packing up and moving all of my stuff. Slow process.

Pick a box

Pick up that box

Put down the box
Pick a box
Pick up that box


My last trip
Pick up box
My last box

There was a sound of shattering glass. My snow globes. I think there were six of them in that box. There they are standing in front of me. Four of them. The ones who strike fear and worry in the hearts of those in these dark times. Death Eaters.

I reach for my wand as fast as I could. Not fast enough, they already had theirs out. Pointed at me.

Green light. I hear a scream. I’m not certain, but I think it’s me.

  Chapter 2

I’m not going to say I like it here. I don’t, because I’d rather be with him. He is with what he would consider as “family”. I watched his “family’s” parents die. Her red hair flew around her, his glasses breaking on impact to the cold ground. That man with the crooked nose went to their house as soon as he heard. He cradled her in his arms, sobbing. Her body limp and cold. He loved, no, loves her. I’m the only one who saw it during school. It’s kind of sweet, in a creepy way.


The-boy-who-lived. Silly if you ask me, it’s obvious that she loved him. Love is most powerful. I don’t see why people hadn’t realized that. But they’re here now. They are very proud as to what their son has accomplished in about four and a half years of school. Hmm...funny, he lives with his crazy old aunt too. I’ve seen my parents. It’s so nice to be able to hug my mom again, give my dad a kiss on the cheek, to feel them hug and kiss me back after so long without them.

I think I was buried. I really don’t remember. It was all so overwhelming.

When he was in Azkaban, I watched him closer than ever. Oh, how I wished he would have died. I know that sounds awful, but he was an innocent man in prison, for caring. Caring about his friends. Protecting his friends. Betraying one of his friends, but that friend had betrayed him first. Only that skunk-bag, my lover, and all of us up here know it.

It’s hard not being able to tell someone who really needs to know something, something they just have to know. Fact of life. Secrets are hard to keep, yet necessary in some way or another, no matter how twisted that way may be.

My lover. I love him, does he still love me? As far as I know, he hasn’t met anyone else….

There goes his “family”. Playing hero. Again. None of his heroisms would be a reality if he did it by himself. Always drags his friends into it. At least that’s what I think. No matter how much everyone insists and I see they volunteer with the possibility of being attacked. I wouldn’t. But, if I was still down there, maybe I would think differently. Differently than the girl who was murdered by Death Eaters

I’m in tears watching him right now. He’s fighting so hard for his “family”. I should be his real family right now.

“Nice one James…” he says. That’s not James. James is up here, with Lily. I do wonder what that crooked-nose Snape is doing right now. Wait, focus on the situation here.

Merlin! Evil Witch!

He falls through that veil. His “family” tries to go after him. Silly Harry. He’s gone forever from you. Maybe he’ll be with me forever, and everyone down there, never.

I wait. And wait. And wait some more. I break down, and let out a sob. Where is he?

“Mia?” I hear behind me.

I turn around. I knew his life would balance out. I knew we would be together forever! I don’t care if he’s twice my age now. I never doubted there wouldn’t be something between us. I still see it in those eyes, beneath years of guilt and sadness.

“Sirius.” I breathe.

AN: All done! I really enjoyed writing this and please check out my other stories. It may have been confusing as to who Mia was talkingthinking about at that moment (sorry!) so I will answer your questions.

It was probably easy to guess who 'her lover' is, but oh well.

Please Review!

Mia Stephens-
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