Chapter 14 : Tori
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One Year Ago
“Come on Tori, Professor Flitwick missed you in Charms yesterday,” Boring Becky said tentatively, staring down at Tori with eyes filled with concern. Tori had never seen anyone look at her like that before. It was…unnerving.
“No,” Tori said stiffly, closing her eyes and resting her head against the pillow. “Leave me alone, Becky. I’m not coming down with you.”
She fluttered her eyes open slowly to see Boring Becky gnawing on her lip like a timid mouse. She was so pathetic. “Tori, you’ve been lying in bed for two days now,” Rebecca said quietly, and Tori heaved a very loud sigh, turning away from her. “You have to get up at some point.”
“No,” said Tori, very fiercely. “No, I don’t.”
Her Christmas holidays had not been fun.
The Potter’s hadn’t kicked her out of their lavish mansion, sure, but James hadn’t said one word to her after their fight. Tori had spent the time locked up in her room, with the occasional visit from Albus, bringing her toast.
Now she’d been back at Hogwarts for two days…and hadn’t left her dormitory bed except to go to the bathroom. She knew she looked a wreck-her hair was greasy, there were dark shadows under her eyes and she wore no make up to cover all this up. But none of this seemed to matter.
Not when Tori couldn’t ignore the horrible, stabbing feeling inside her head, like someone was piercing her brain with hundreds of needles. Not only did she feel physically sick, but she couldn’t help imagining the rumours that were probably flying about the school as she lay there.
How many people knew James had broken up with her?
How she, Tori Heron, couldn’t hold on to the boy of every girls dreams?
It was embarrassing.
“You wouldn’t believe the gossip I heard in the Great Hall last night,” said Rebecca quietly, sitting down on the end of Tori’s bed, and confirming Tori’s worst fears.
“Never thought you were the gossiping type, Becky,” said Tori bluntly. She wanted to snap at the stupid girl for sitting on her bed, but couldn’t seem to find the energy.
Merlin, it was draining being the girlfriend of James Potter.
She saw Boring Becky’s cheeks go a faint shade of pink. “I only caught snippets from different people,” she said, equally as quietly. “Well-what they’re saying is…you and James had a fight in the holidays. That you’ve…broken up.”
Tori groaned inwardly. Fan-fucking-tastic.
James had told the whole school about their fight, had he?
He was the most arrogant, conceited, stuck-up prat Tori had ever met. She hated that boy with every ounce of her being.
“It’s not true, is it?” Boring Becky continued desperately. “You told us…you told us you and James were going to get married!”
Tori hesitated for a fraction of a second. What harm would it do, to tell her the truth? That she wasn’t in love with James, and never had been. But then…then she’d have to tell Rebecca about Albus.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Becky!” said Tori, rolling her eyes. “Of course James and I are still together! I don’t know where you’ve heard these rumours from!”
“Oh…” Boring Becky looked down uncertainly, a wisp of her recently cut hair falling into her eyes. Tori really just wished she’d leave her alone. She wasn’t in the mood for talking to anyone.
Not even Albus-not that she’d seen him since term had resumed.
“It’s just…I thought you were in bed because you didn’t want to talk to James,” Rebecca said. “I thought you were avoiding him.”
Tori sat up a little straighter in her bed, glaring at the dark haired girl. She was too nosy for her own good…far too nosy. When would she learn to stay out of other peoples business?
“I’m in bed because I’m sick, Becky,” Tori said irritably, and Rebecca visibly flinched. Tori fought the urge to keep a smirk off her face. God, Rebecca was so pathetic.
“Maybe you should go to the Hospital Wing, then?”
Tori opened her mouth to tell Rebecca that she didn’t need the Hospital Wing and to go down to breakfast and leave her alone. But then she realised going to the Hospital Wing could be the perfect excuse to avoid James and the rest of the school for a longer period of time.
Tori sighed dramatically and nodded. “You’re right, of course,” she said, putting on a very fake ‘sick’ voice. The one she always used when she was younger to manipulate her parents. “But…I’m not sure I can manage going there on my own. Will you help me, Becky?”
Predictably, Boring Becky nodded at once, and hurried to help Tori out of bed. Then together, Tori stumbling and walking very slowly, they made their way down the empty corridors of the castle to the Hospital wing on the first floor. Once they reached the entrance, Rebecca knocked politely on the door and they waited for the elderly matron, Madam Pomfrey to come bustling out, ushering them inside.
“Should have come straight to me!” she declared impatiently, feeling Tori’s forehead with the back of her hand. Tori was beginning to regret this decision.
“I feel fine, really,” she said. “Just a bit…”
“You’re as hot as the evening sun!” Madam Pomfrey cried, ignoring her and hurrying her over to the nearest empty bed and thrusting a pair of white pyjamas at her chest.
Tori stared at them in disgust. “And what the hell are these?” she asked rudely, looking up at the old matron.
Madam Pomfrey tutted impatiently. “Pyjamas. Put them on while I take some tests.”
Tori scrunched up her nose. “No way am I wearing those,” she said firmly, holding them out as far away from her body as possible. “They’d make me look like a mental patient.”
But Madam Pomfrey just ignored her again, and pushed her behind a large white screen. Still grumbling to herself, Tori pulled on the hideous pyjamas, hoping dearly that no-one she knew would come to the Hospital Wing and see her in them. She would probably die of shame.
Once she was in the pyjamas, Madam Pomfrey pushed her into the bed, and handed her a bright purple liquid in a silver goblet.
“What’s this?” she asked sceptically, holding it up to her nose and taking a cautious sniff. A pleasant aroma-like a cross between freshly baked bread and wild strawberries-met her nostrils. Tori felt instantly at ease. All the horrible thoughts that were swirling around her head seemed to evaporate.
Madam Pomfrey smiled approvingly at the expression on Tori’s face. “It is a mixture of a Strengthening Solution and Potion to aid dreamless sleep,” she said. “You look exhausted, my dear, and could clearly use a break.”
Tori completely agreed with her. Though she’d been in bed for the last two days, whenever she tried to sleep, too many horrible questions plagued her mind.
Would James ever talk to her again? What about Albus?
Was the whole school laughing at her? Had James told them how pathetic she was?
Shaking away these thoughts, Tori took a large gulp of the potion. It had a pleasant taste, and she instantly felt her whole body relaxing. Maybe this was a good idea of Boring Becky’s after all. Which was odd…Boring Becky was rather dim, she didn’t usually have any ideas at all…
“When you wake, I should be able to give you the results of your tests,” said Madam Pomfrey calmly, slipping the silver goblet out of Tori’s hand. She felt herself sinking back onto the lumpy white pillow, her eyes sliding closed…
Her bed shook slightly as she felt someone sit down on the end of it. “Are you alright now, Tori?” Rebecca’s quiet voice asked. Tori was surprised to hear it…she’d almost forgotten her roommate was still there.
Tori didn’t often get sick, but the last time she’d been in the hospital was just after the…accident. She’d been immediately admitted to St Mungos, covered in terrible burns. No-one had been there for her then…not like Rebecca was here for her now.
Tori smiled slightly as she realised she’d never had a proper friend until Becky. No-one who had actually felt concern for her, anyway. All the other girls she’d ever known…when they looked at her they only felt fear, or admiration.
And those weren’t proper characteristics for friends to have…
Tori’s eyelids fluttered open, and she looked around, feeling slightly confused.
Then she realised where she was: the Hospital Wing.
It appeared to be early morning-the cool morning sunlight was streaming in through the windows and there was a slight chill in the air that made Tori shiver, and pull the scratchy white blankets up under her chin.
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey hurried out of her office. When she saw that Tori was awake, she smiled cheerfully and came over to sit beside her.
“How long have I been asleep?” Tori asked. Her voice came out thick and groggy. Though her mind was still oddly blank, her throat was burning and her stomach was twisting and churning-it had been days since she’d had a proper meal.
“A day,” Madam Pomfrey smiled kindly. “Today is Wednesday.”
Tori looked down at her bedspread in horror. She’d slept for a whole day!
She wondered if anyone had come up to visit her…or more specifically, Albus. And if he hadn’t…was he worried about her? Had he questioned why she hadn’t come down to breakfast or dinner yet? Had Rebecca told him she was unwell?
“I have your test results here,” said Madam Pomfrey gently, gesturing at the clipboard in her hands. Tori hadn’t noticed it before-she was feeling very weary, even though she’d been asleep for hours.
Tori desperately wanted to tell the old nurse that there was nothing wrong with her-not physically, anyway. All her pain…it was all in her head. But looking up at Madam Pomfrey’s suddenly serious face, the words seemed to evaporate from her lips, which had never happened before.
She always knew the right thing to say. What was happening to her?
She was falling to pieces.
“What is it?” Tori asked hoarsely, because she didn’t feel like waiting in suspense any longer. “What’s wrong with me? Have I turned into a vampire or something?”
Tori had always liked the idea of becoming a vampire. That way she’d be young and beautiful forever.
“Miss Heron, when was the last time you had sexual intercourse?” Madam Pomfrey asked seriously.
Tori stared at her in disbelief, her perfectly shaped eyebrows raised. Seriously? Did the batty old nurse honestly believe Tori was going to discuss sex with her? She was crazy. Crazy.
Tori sniffed. “That’s a bit of a personal question, don’t you think?” she said, trying to look as offended and elegant as possible. It was hard, when she was lying in a hospital bed, wearing a pair of horrible pyjamas.
Madam Pomfrey sighed. “This conversation is entirely confidential, Miss Heron. All I need to know is…”
“YES!” Tori practically screamed, because she did not want to hear the old lady say the words ‘sexual intercourse’ again-the first time had been disturbing enough. “Though it’s really none of your business,” she added rudely. “What I do in my personal time is for me…”
“Miss Heron, you are pregnant,” said Madam Pomfrey shortly, and Tori stopped speaking at once, her heart pounding.
How was that possible?
No. No…Madam Pomfrey must have made a mistake…
“You’re wrong,” Tori said, and she was horrified when her voice came out as a whisper.
Madam Pomfrey sighed impatiently which, in Tori’s opinion, was totally uncalled for. The woman had just told her she was pregnant, for fucks sake!
“Have you experienced any symptoms of pregnancy?” Madam Pomfrey asked delicately. “For example nausea or fatigue?”
“No!” Tori said defiantly, still glaring at the doddery old bitch. “I haven’t, I…” but then she trailed off uncertainly as she realised that what she was saying wasn’t the truth.
The night she and James had fought…she’d vomited into the toilet afterwards, hadn’t she?
And for the past few days, she’d felt unexplainably weary-she hadn’t even found the energy to get out of bed.
“Oh my god,” Tori whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “I’m pregnant!”
Madam Pomfrey attempted to pat her hand, but Tori swiftly moved it away before she could touch her. “Is there…there someone you’d like me to call?” the nurse asked. “A parent or family member?”
“No!” said Tori quickly, and the nurse looked slightly taken aback. “No, it’s just…I don’t think I’m ready for anyone to know about this. Not yet, anyway.”
Madam Pomfrey nodded. “I quite understand,” she said sympathetically. “And you are welcome to stay in the Hospital Wing until you are ready to leave.”
Tori attempted to smile, but the muscles in her jaw felt oddly slack and useless. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
Well, at least the day had had one merit-she didn’t have to face the world-not yet, anyway.
Pregnant. She was pregnant.
Tori stayed in the Hospital Wing for ten days, during which she had several visitors.
Rebecca visited frequently-each time wearing a motherly look on her face which half annoyed Tori, half satisfied her.
On Saturday afternoon, Clementine and Lavender came by with a large ‘get well’ card they’d made themselves. Tori didn’t think there was any point telling them she wasn’t actually sick-that there was a child growing inside of her.
The biggest surprise was when Aine came by. However, it turned out Professor Flitwick had instructed her to bring Tori her Charms homework. It was a…pleasant surprise, all the same though.
Finally, on the Saturday of the second week back at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey told Tori that she’d spent enough time in the Hospital Wing and that she had to stop moping around. After Tori had finally climbed out of the old pyjamas, she ushered her out of the room with a large pink feather duster.
It was the weekend and as there were no classes most students would be in their Common Rooms or studying in the library. As Tori felt no desire to be surrounded by a crowd of other students, asking her where she’d been, she eventually decided to amble up to the owlery, though she had no idea why. She didn’t own an owl and there was nobody she could send letters to.
The air outside was cold and as Tori was only wearing a thin silk blouse, she shivered all the way up the stone steps to the owlery, at the top of which she bumped into a very familiar figure.
Fred Weasley grinned down at her and then, before Tori could say a word, and swept her into a large bear hug.
“Freddy!” Tori protested into his warm shoulder. “Put me down-you’re squashing me.”
“Sorry,” said Fred, still grinning as he gently lowered Tori to the ground. She brushed off her blouse and combed her fingers through her blonde hair irritably.
“What are you doing up here?” she asked grudgingly, as Fred continued grinning down at her, like an annoyingly cute puppy.
“Sending a letter,” said Fred cheerfully. “What about you? It’s been forever since I’ve seen you! Rebecca said you were in the Hospital Wing! Why…?”
“I’ve been feeling a little under the weather lately,” said Tori shortly. She didn’t really feel like discussing her pregnancy with always happy Fred. He was such a bore.
“That sucks,” said Fred, putting his arm around her shoulder as he and Tori began walking back down the stone steps. Tori wondered whether he’d ever heard the expression ‘personal bubble’. All she really wanted was to be alone. And it didn’t help that Fred was James’ cousin and best friend. “You’re been all anyone’s talking about…” His eyes suddenly went wide and he clapped a hand to his mouth. “Shit! I wasn’t supposed to tell you that!”
Tori glared up at him. God, he was annoying. “What weren’t you supposed to tell me?” she asked coldly.
The grin slipped slowly from Fred’s face and he scratched his head awkwardly. “Erm…well it’s all rumours, really. Not many people know what the truth is.”
Tori rolled her eyes. “I know James has told everyone about our fight, Freddy,” she said sourly. “And you are an awful liar.”
Fred grinned apologetically. “He hasn’t told everyone, Tori,” he said earnestly. “Just Mickey and I. The news just somehow…seeped out.”
“Isn’t that always the way, at Hogwarts,” Tori muttered.
“I think he really misses you.”
Tori snorted. There was no way in hell James missed her. They were done for good-that much was obvious. There was no way she was getting back together with a boy who had no respect for her, a boy who’d called her a selfish bitch.
Fred seemed to feel they were heading towards dangerous waters, because he quickly said; “We’re throwing another party tonight. Down by the lake.” He grinned (what a surprise) and nudged Tori in the ribs. “Wanna come?”
“Freddy, it’s the middle of winter. Don’t you think it will be a little cold?”
Fred stared at her, disbelief written all over his face. Finally, he shook his head. “Something’s changed about you, hasn’t it?” he said slowly. “Normally you couldn’t care less about the cold…you’re the least timid person I know!”
Tori looked down. Fred was right. She had changed. She knew it but…there were still two terms left to go at Hpgwarts. She couldn’t let everyone else know she’d changed.
She laughed her completely fake Tori laugh. “I’m just joking Freddy!” she said, whacking him on the arm playfully. Fred grinned and mock winced. “Of course I’ll come to your party! As long as there is plenty of alcohol.”
Fred winked, and tapped his nose secretively. “You’ll be happy to know that, at this very moment, James and Mickey are stealing several bottles of Firewhiskey from our, erm…supplier.”
Tori smiled. Perfect. Alcohol was the one thing that could take her mind off the horrible events of the last few weeks.
When she was plastered, she’d become her self again. The Tori Heron that wasn’t afraid of anything-not the cold, not facing up to James and certainly not the small issue of having a child inside her.
“Hey Mickey!” Tori shouted, over the blast of the music.
The party at the lake had begun. All around her people were laughing, talking and dancing. None of them had a care in the world.
They didn’t realise how lucky they were.
Someone had conjured up a large, magical fire, which Mickey was currently standing next to, pouring himself a glass of Firewhiskey.
Tori, who had already had several drinks herself, stumbled over to them, praying that Mickey wouldn’t realise she was already drunk. “Hit me,” she said, slurring her words slightly as she held out her glass. Mickey hesitated for only a fraction of a section before pouring Firewhiskey into it. Tori, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate at all before pressing her drink to mouth and taking a long sip. A burning sensation instantly filled her mouth and she felt stronger, as she always did when she drank the alcoholic wizarding drink.
“You alright, Tori?” Mickey asked suddenly. “You seem…off.”
Tori put one hand on her hip and pouted at him. “That’s not a very nice thing to say to a girl!” she said. “I hope you’re nicer than that to Aine.” She giggled suddenly, and took another long sip of her drink. It was making her feel better than she had done in weeks. Now all she needed to do was find Albus…
She saw Mickey’s eyes flitting down to the cup in her hand. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, Tori,” he said firmly, and made to grab the cup out of her hand.
But Tori was too fast for him.
She beamed angelically and scampered out of the way-around a group of fit Slytherin boys looking moody and sullen and through a crowd of giggling fifth year girls.
“Love the dress, Tori!” one of them called out, but Tori barely heard them.
She’d spotted Albus, but he wasn’t alone.
He was standing on the very edge of the iced over lake with red-haired Rose Weasley, and another tall girl with dark hair and dark eyes. She was very pretty.
Tori flared up at once. Who was this girl? She’d never seen her before. And what was she doing with Albus?
Throwing her empty Firewhiskey cup carelessly on the ground, Tori stalked over to him, tossing her hair behind her shoulder.
She knew she shouldn’t really be seen talking to Albus in public…not yet, not when everyone knew she’d just broken up with his older brother. But she couldn’t help herself…she had to talk to him. She knew James was at this party somewhere, but she hadn’t seen him-he appeared to be avoiding her, which worked just fine for Tori. She just hoped he didn’t see her talking to Albus…
“I need to talk to you!” she said loudly, pushing in front of Rose and swaying on the spot slightly.
She visibly saw Albus frown. “Tori! I…what…I thought you were still…”
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Tori simpered, batting her eyelashes and looking up into Albus’ green eyes longingly.
“Who is this again?” Tori heard the dark haired girl whisper in Rose’s ear.
Tori immediately spun around to glare at the unknown girl menacingly. “And who are you?” she asked rudely. How did the stupid girl not know who she was? Everyone at Hogwarts knew her name!
Albus suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Come on,” he muttered, looking faintly embarrassed. Usually this would’ve annoyed Tori, but she was too plastered to care. “Let’s go and talk.”
Tori smirked at the stupid girl who had clearly been flirting with Albus, as the younger Potter brother led her away from the crowd of the party until they reached the Greenhouses where Tori had first snogged James.
As Albus sighed and leaned against the wall of Greenhouse three, Tori beamed up at him. Part of her was aware that she wasn’t acting as she should…that the Firewhiskey was taking over her body. But she felt free at last and that was all that seemed to matter.
“So…” Tori said. “Now you’ve got me here…what’d you want to do with me?”
For some aggravating reason, Albus wasn’t making eye contact with her. He adjusted his glasses nervously and looked around, almost like he was afraid someone was watching.
“What’s wrong?” Tori asked, pouting.
“How much have you had to drink, Tori?” Albus asked finally, and Tori stared at him in disbelief.
“Seriously, Albus?” she said, a slightly angry edge appearing in her voice. “You haven’t seen me in weeks and that’s the first thing you have to say to me?”
“You didn’t need to be rude to my friend back there,” Albus said quietly, looking away.
Tori gave a dismissive snort. “She was flirting with you, Al!” she said, using James’ nickname for his brother. “I don’t want another girl flirting with my boyfriend…”
“She was not flirting with me!” Albus said immediately, looking as though he was having to work very hard to control his temper. “And since when have I been your boyfriend? I thought I was your dirty little secret.”
Tori giggled, and took a step closer to him, running her perfectly manicured nails up his chest. “Haven’t you heard?” she said quietly. “The whole school knows James and I have broken up. And you know what that means? That we can be together at last…”
She looked up at Albus and give him the smile that always made boys melt at her feet. Then she leaned in, and kissed him…
Albus didn’t kiss her back. Instead he stepped back and looked away, like he was deeply interested in the leaves of the venomous tentacula, which were hanging out of a greenhouse window.
“What’s wrong?” Tori whispered again. She couldn’t work out what was going on. Albus had never pulled away from her before.
Albus closed his eyes slightly. He looked like he was battling with two sides of himself. “I don’t like the way you’ve treated my brother,” he said finally and Tori’s heart skipped several beats.
“What?” she whispered.
“You heard. You’ve acted like he’s…he’s some sort of play thing. A plastic toy you can discard when you’re finished with it.”
“I can’t believe you just said that. James and I are over, Albus. I don’t care if people know about us anymore…just…I…I want to be with you! Don’t you want to be with me?”
There was a long silence which Albus didn’t break.
Every part of Tori’s body was tingling. Why didn’t he answer? He had to answer.
But more time passed and he didn’t.
One single, shining tear slid from the corner of Tori’s eye. This was it, then. He didn’t want to be with her anymore. No-one did.
A small sob escaped her mouth as Tori turned and began to run. A fine drizzle had begun, and as she ran out further onto the grounds, she was sharply aware of the pricks of water on her bare skin. All of her emotions were heightened by the fact that she’d just been rejected by the boy she loved. By the boy who she thought loved her back, too.
Albus put a hand on her shoulder and turned her round so that she couldn’t go any further. “Please stop, Tori. I don’t want to play this game with you.” He paused for only a fraction of a second before saying; “I want to be with you too. I love you, Tori. I don’t know why, but I do. You’re the most unpredictable girl I’ve ever met-and have an attitude the size of Poland. I’ve never fancied a girl like you before, but…”
“Stop,” whispered Tori, putting a finger to his lips. Albus immediately stopped talking and looked down at her, his green eyes shining behind the glasses. Tori went up onto her tiptoes, and kissed him gently on the mouth. His hands wrapped themselves around her back and for a few moments, for a few glorious moments, Tori was back in paradise. But then Albus pulled away. “We can’t!” he said urgently. “Not here. What if…”
“What the fuck?”
They both turned to see James standing not ten paces away from them, a horrible expression on his face. And behind him…peering over his shoulder and looking equally as horrified was Rebecca.
“Tori?” Rebecca whispered. She looked like she was close to tears. Suddenly, all Tori wanted to do was comfort her. To tell her it wasn’t what it looked like. “W-What’s going on?”
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” James said loudly.
Albus was looking very worried. “James,” he said quietly. “James, I can explain…”
But James didn’t want to hear any explanations, clearly. He strode straight up to Tori and shook her shoulders violently. “How long has this been going on for?” he snarled.
“James!” Tori gasped. “James you’re hurting…”
Tori gulped. “We’re not even together anymore, James!” she said quietly. “You know that as well as I do.”
James let go of her abruptly, staring down at her with a murderous expression on his face. Tori stepped back, frightened. Her mind was beginning to cloud over from all the alcohol she’d consumed.
“James, listen to me,” Albus began. “I…”
But he didn’t get to finish. As he spoke, James ran at his younger brother. He tackled him to the ground and then punched him hard in the face. Albus tried to speak again but James wouldn’t let him. He just cracked him hard again in the jaw. Albus didn’t fight back. He only tried to stand and speak.
Tori screamed at them to stop.
“Shut up!” shouted James furiously. “For once in your life just shut up!”
She nodded wordlessly and tried to keep her mouth shut. Albus was bleeding; she was crying. She was losing her mind. Everything was heavy on her shoulders.
Albus clambered to his feet, wiping at the blood that was running from his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. James gave Tori one last horrible glare before storming away, back to the party down by the lake. To the party where people were still laughing and having a good time. There was suddenly a sob, and Tori turned to see that tears were glistening in Rebecca’s eyes.
Rebecca, who she’d forgotten all about.
“Becky?” Tori whispered, walking towards her and reaching a hand out. “Becky, I’m so, so sorry…”
“Don’t touch me!” Rebecca hissed, flinching away from Tori’s touch. “How could you do this to me? To us?”
She was in hysterics. All Tori wanted to do was wrap her arms around the girl, to comfort her…but how could she after what she’d done? And when she needed comforting herself?
“Becky, listen to me!” Tori said desperately, because she realised she didn’t want to lose the only friend she’d ever had.
“NO!” screamed Rebecca. “Stay away from me you bitch! Don’t you ever come near me again!” She turned and ran away, back up to the dark silhouette which was the Hogwarts Castle.
Tori’s heart was thudding in her ears. She looked back at Albus, who was staring at his feet as though he didn’t know what to do with himself. Then she went back to staring at Rebecca’s retreating figure, now a small black shadow underneath the starry sky.
“Why didn’t you fight back?” Tori whispered, not looking at Albus.
Albus let out a harsh laugh, that didn’t sound right, given the current situation. “Fight back? I couldn’t find back, Tori. I’m the one that was having a secret fling with his girlfriend. He has every right to hate me.” Tori snuck a frightened glance at him, and saw that he was shaking his head in despair. “I’ve messed everything up!” he said, wiping blood away from his mouth. “If I’d never met you, none of this would’ve happened! My brother wouldn’t hate me and nothing-nothing would be this fucked up!”
Tori blanched. She didn’t think she’d ever heard Albus speak like that before. “What are you trying to say?” she whispered. God, her mind was so cloudy. All she wanted to do was crawl up into a fetal position, close her eyes and never wake up.
“I just need some time to think,” said Albus quietly. “I’m…I’m not sure I can do this with you anymore.”
But I love you, Tori thought desperately, but for some reason the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.
Biting her trembling lip to stop herself from bawling, she stared back up at the castle. She could still see Rebecca’s slim figure…there might be time to make sure there was one person in this world who didn’t hate her.
With one last glance back at Albus, who was half in shadow, half in light, Tori began to run up towards the castle, towards the girl she hoped she could still call a friend.
She was going to make everything alright.
A/N: Please review.
The next chapter will be Tori's last POV. After that, there are two Charlie chapters to go. Any predictions on what is going to happen next??
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