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"No Maggie!" my father shouts, "it's not like her second home, this here is her only home. But that, the Hogwarts, it's a mental house, it's a total -"
"Shut up!" mom stands up, giving dad a look that could kill, "Don't you ever say that about Hogwarts, d'you hear me?" They both stay quiet for a second and then mom continues,
“You’ve never been there, you don’t know anything. Hogwarts was my home, too. For seven years!”
Dad also stands up, “Yeah, well… maybe that’s the problem, Maggs. I’ve never been there, i know nothing about Hogwarts. For you I’m just a muggle, nothing speical.”
“Oh Chuck, don’t say that. You know it’s not true.” mom weeps.
“Just leave it, Maggie. I don’t want Charlotte going back there, she’s already damaged enough.”
“She is not damaged!” mom yells, “And Hogwarts is the most safest place on earth, it would’ve never happened if Char would have been there.” mom cries.
“For god’s sake, it was in summer. She can’t be there during summer.” dad says.
“I know, i know. I was just saying. And what about Gretchen? They are sisters, she wouldn’t want to go to school without her older sister. It’s already their last year together.” mom sits back and tryes not to cry anymore.
“Problem solved!” dad shouts, “They are both not going there.”
I sit on the staircase as i listen my parents fighting whether to let me go back to Hogwarts or not. I find it funny how my dad says I’m damaged. I mean yes, I’m not the same after the events that took place at the beginning of the summer but still, damaged is too much. The actual reason why my father don’t want me going back is because he’s a muggle and as much as he loves us all he thinks we’re just bunch of freaks. I sometimes think that my mom hexed him into marrying her because there’s no way in hell my father would have agreed to marrying a witch, doesn’t matter how much he loves her.
They’ve been arguing over an hour now and still haven’t gotten anywhere. Well, actually they never will because whatever they decide I’m going to Hogwarts. Like my mom said, it is like my second home. Or maybe even my first home, like many students before me have said and continue to say after me.
I decide to go to bed because it’s almost two o’clock. I try to fall asleep but I just can’t. I keep thinking what will happen if my father really won’t let me go back to Hogwarts. What am I gonna say to Rose and Celeste? Rose Weasly and Celeste Solando are my best friends since like forever, okay, actually from the first year but it feels like forever. We blend together perfectly, so different but still the same. Me, for an example have blonde hair, dark eyes and I am about 5’7 tall. Celeste is also as tall as I am but she’s brunette. Rose is the shortest and looks lovely with her red hair and green eyes. It’s not the looks that we are so different, well that too but sometimes I wonder how can we get along because we have so different personalities. My thoughts have gone to wander again. I’ve no idea what time is it anymore but I just don’t seem to be able to fall asleep.
I did fell asleep at some point because it’s early in the morning and I hear someone knocking at my door.
“What?” I yell.
The door opens, I also open my eyes. It’s Gretchen.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“Mom told me that I might not be able to go to Hogwarts because of you!” Gretchen says.
“Because of me?” I ask in surprise.
Gretchen rolls her eyes, “Yeah, dad thinks that because of what happened two months ago you have been like psychologically damaged or something and can’t go to Hogwarts anymore and so can’t I.” Gretchen cries.
“That’s not true. Yes, of course I’ve changed and I’m not the same person anymore. You know, it was a lot to handle and I’ve been through a lot but-”
“I don’t care!” Gretchen meddles me. That little brat.
“My point was that this is not why dad doesn’t want us to go back. He has always hated anything that’s connected to magic.”
“Look, I need to go back to Hogwarts and I don’t care what it takes but you are gonna do anything to make dad let me.” she threatenes me.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“You don’t understand.” she cries.
“Try me.” I say.
“No, we are not exactly that close.”
“Gretchen, come on.” I try to convince her.
She sits on the bed next to me, “It’s kind of embarracing but I think I might like Albus and maybe-”
“Wait what?” I meddle her, “You like Albus Potter? Rose’s cousin?” I’m surprised.
“Well yeah, that’s what I said.”
Gretchen leaves angrily my room. I throw myself back to bed and fear the fact that maybe, just maybe, I won’t be able to return Hogwarts.
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