I would like to dedicate this chapter to all those effected by hurricane Sandy. If any of you readers were effected, I wish you the best. Thank you.
I woke up to James staring at me with his amazing hazel eyes. Merlin, whenever I look at him my stomach gets all twisted up and my whole day gets better. I simply love being in love.
“How are feeling?” He asked, wrapping his hand around mine.
“Tired.” I told him simply. It wasn’t a lie, I was tired, but I was also in a lot of pain. “What time is it?”
“A little after three in the afternoon, I just came from class.”
I sat up a little, “Why didn’t anyone wake me up? I was supposed to go to my afternoon classes today!”
He stroked my head, “Aspen, love, you’re fighting cancer. It’s not the flu. If you miss class, you miss class. You know that the girls and I will let you copy our notes and we’ll deliver your homework at lunch and when classes end.”
“Still, the purpose of school is going to school.” I crossed my arms.
“And the purpose of your treatment is to make you feel better and to give you a greater chance at life. What if these our last few months together? Do you really want to spend them all studying?”
I sighed, “No. But you know that I love learning.”
“Please, you always complain about going to class.”
“Because I get tired! I’m not tired anymore.”
“A, you told me five seconds ago that you were really tired.”
I rolled my eyes, “Whatever.” James laughed at me. He’s my fiancé, and he is freaking laughing at me! Are you kidding me?! James is supposed to be all nice and lovey dovy with me! Yet, he is laughing at my lies. Boys. “So, what do you think of Athena?”
“She’s nice, and it would help us a lot if she is good at quidditch.” He shrugged.
“She is pretty.” I said slowly.
“Aspen, are you worried that she is going to steal me or something?”
I bit my lip, “Maybe.” I mumbled.
James smiled at me, “Aspen, look at your left hand.” I looked at it, seeing that sparkling emerald on my finger. “That ring symbolizes my love for you. As long as you wear it, I’ll love it. So just don’t take it off, okay?”
“Never. Sorry for being jealous.”
“You’re only human.”
I rolled my eyes, “You are so cheesy.”
He grinned, “You know you love it.” I smiled.
“Oh! Aspen you’re awake!” Victorie rushed over to us. “How are you feeling?”
“Liar.” James spat, “She’s tired and in pain.”
“Oi! I never told you I was in pain!” I exclaimed.
James rolled his eyes. “Aspen, I’ve seen you wince half a dozen times since you woke up.”
“Bugger.” I huffed. I hated showing pain. I’m freaking Aspen Powells. I got hit with two bludgers-one to the head!-and I was fine. Sure, I lost my memory, but I gained it back! Showing pain made me feel like a weak ten year old. Why would I want to feel like that?
“What hurts?” Vic asked.
“Nothing!” I exclaimed, “James is overreacting!”
She sighed, “Aspen, I highly doubt that.”
“Alright, my legs hurt and so do my arms. Plus I’m feeling sick to my stomach.”
“Thank you. I’ll get you some potions to help with that.” She marked something on my chart and went to her office.
“So, have you been working on anything for the
“Yeah, I sent a letter to Godric Hollow’s church asking if we could use it for our wedding. And I was thinking about possibly having the reception at the Burrow. I know that all your aunts and uncles and your parents had their receptions there. So I thought we could continue traditions.”
“Aspen, we’re already having the wedding in Godric’s Hollow. Are you sure you don’t want to do any of your family’s traditions in our wedding?”
I shrugged, “My family doesn’t really have any traditions. Besides, our ceremony is already going to be mostly muggle.”
“I just want to make sure you’ll be happy with it.”
“Of course I will be James. As long as I’m marrying you.”
He smiled, “Who’s cheesy now?”
“Still you.” I kissed him softly on the lips, causing the butterflies in my stomach to act up. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to them. I really, honestly hope not. They remind me of love.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” James exclaimed, opening his backpack. “Teddy gave this to me to give to you. He thought you might like to read it.” I smiled. It was book on Greek mythology. Call me a freak, but I loved it.
“Thanks.” We sat in a comfortable silence until Victorie came back and force fed me three different potions.
Later that week I was sitting in the stands of the quidditch pitch, watching James bossing around a bunch of potential people to take my spot. He and I had begged Victorie to let me play quidditch, but she said that it would increase the probability of killing me by fifty percent. My odds of surviving are already low, I can’t risk it.
Athena was there, and dang she was good. She weaved in and out of players remarkably well, and she dodged bludgers. Plus she didn’t have a bad shot, ten for twelve. If one person was going to take my place, it was going to be her.
Merlin, it was cold. I pulled my jumper tighter around my body and readjusted the blank. James didn’t want me coming today, he keeps thinking I’m too fragile to do anything anymore. He walks me to all of my classes and carries my books. It would be really cute if I didn’t know why he was doing it. Sure, I can’t pick up heavy items or carry five cauldrons in potions, but I can damn well carry my own notebook, thank you very much.
Don’t get me wrong, I love James with all my heart. But I have cancer, it kills you, it doesn’t turn you into a baby. It makes you stronger, damn it! I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on him though. It’s not his fault that he can’t understand and relate with me. No one can, not really. I’m the only wizard or witch to ever get cancer. Daddy always said I was special, but I don’t think he meant it this way. Alas.
I clapped as Athena scored. She defiantly inherited her mum’s ability for quidditch. James was up on his broom shouting at first years. He never shouted at anyone. But I knew why he was shouting. Why he was so mad. Me leaving the quidditch team was the last thing that-if you will-finalized my cancer. It basically meant that it was real, that all of this was happening.
Sighing, I looked out onto the field. I was going to miss this sport, so so much. To some people, it was just a sport. To others I was a big dumb jock for playing it. To some, I wasting my time playing it. Yet, to me, it the most amazing thing.
Growing up as a muggle, so many of us wondered what it would be like to fly, and I got the chance. To soar through the skies like a bird, just you, your broom and the sky. I loved the idea of roads in the sky. To know that you can go anywhere, and not be limited, it makes you feel so free.
Yet, now I had to give it up. It seemed as if all I ever did anymore was give things up, I was giving up time with James, I was giving up quidditch, I was giving up some schoolwork, I was giving up free time, I was giving up time with my friends, I was giving up laughs, I was giving up happiness. I was giving up my damn life for this cancer. The thing I hated about it all was that I was spending what could be my last few months on this earth, for the extremely small chance that I might survive. Honestly, it felt like I was gambling my life away.
I turned my attention back to the pitch, James was having the prospects run four laps around the stadium. I could hear him right now, ‘I’m seeing who has the stamina go play with us’. He was bloody mental. Remind why I love him again? Oh yeah, his abs.
James was looking into the stands. Shit. I tried to hide behind a bench, but it was too late, he had already seen me. He flew straight up to me. “Aspen, what are you doing here?” He asked, shaking his head.
“I wanted to watch.” I pouted my lips and put on my best Bambi eyes. Come on Bambi eyes, don’t fail me now!
“Stop what?” I asked innocently.
“The Bambi eyes, stop the Bambi eyes.” He said, “You know I hate those.”
“Fine.” I huffed, relaxing my eyes. “But I get to stay here.”
“Okay, I’ll be sure to wrap this up quickly.”
“No!” I yelped, “Don’t end it on account of me.”
“Aspen, I already know who I’m choosing and I shouldn’t put them all through hell if I don’t have too.”
“You were fine with it until you found out I was here.” I argued.
James rolled his eyes, “It’s not my fault that my fiancé is crazy and likes to escape the hospital wing.”
“Excuse you, Victorie let me come down here!”
“Sure.” He shook his head, a sparkle in his eyes.
“She did.” He laughed and patted the back of his broom. I hadn’t been on a broom since last month, so I jumped aboard. James didn’t fly it fast enough for my liking, I knew he slowed it down for me.
We dismounted his broom. “Oi! Everyone gather up!” The twenty or so people trying out crowded around James. “As you all know, this is the lovely Aspen Powells who sadly had to give up her spot on the quidditch team for personal reasons that she doesn’t need you all asking about. So, one of you gets to take her place. The new chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team is...Athena Singleton!”
Athena’s jaw dropped. “Really?” She asked, James nodded. “Oh my god!” She squealed, and jumped up and down, soon she came rushing over to me. “I promise you Aspen, I’ll make sure you’re proud of me!” With that, she ran off the the locker room. Well okay then.
Several weeks later I was lying down in the hospital bed, attempting-and failing-to fall asleep. It’s these damn beds. They are not comfortable what so ever. I was in the middle of counting cracks in my bed side table when I heard voices.
“James, I need to talk to you.” It was Victorie’s voice and it sounded much to serious for my liking.
“Can I say hi to Aspen first?”
“Don’t bother, she’s taking a nap.”
“Oh. Okay then, what do you need to talk to me about?”
She sighed, “James, there is no easy way to put this. Aspen’s treatment is going as near as well as we had hoped for. Her body is rejecting almost all of the medications. The healers from St. Mungo’s and I have run some tests and began calculating some things with the help of muggle doctors.
Aspen’s chances of survival have been lowered, significantly. Her chance of survival now is zero point zero one. James, she has a one in two thousand chance of beating this thing. We haven’t told her, yet. We just wanted to warn you, that it might be time to say goodbye.”
James’s breathing became heavy. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He yelled.
“James, stop. You’ll wake up Aspen.”
“You just told me that Aspen is as good as dead! And you expect me not to yell?” He exclaimed.
“You always knew this was a possibility James.” Victorie replied calmly.
“But, we’re wizards! We should be able to cure a silly little muggle disease! YOu have to know of something, Vic. I don’t care if it’s illegal, I’ll get it. Anything to save her, please.” He paused for a moment, “How would you feel if it was Teddy in that hospital bed?”
Author’s Note: Oh my god! Such a short chapter! I’m sorry! But I couldn’t find a bunch of ways to make it longer, not without boring you all! And I left it on a cliff hanger! AH! I barley do cliff hangers, so I thought one was due. I hope you all liked it! Questions:
How jealous do you think Aspen is?
Are you sad she can’t play quidditch anymore?
What do you think of Athena taking her place?
Do you think James will do something illegal?
Thanks so much for the read everyone! I love reviews and reviewers, and I might even include something you want to happen in the story! Thanks again everyone!
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