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Format: Short story
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 8,161
Status: WIP
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Scorpius, Albus, James (II), Rose, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: James/OC, Rose/Scorpius, OC/OC, Other Pairing
First Published: 11/10/2011
Last Chapter: 03/26/2012
Last Updated: 03/26/2012
Summary:HUGE thanks to JRose16 @ TDA you are amazing!!!
September Delfire simple life? No of course not.
With the help of her friends Rose, Al and Scorpius, September may finally learn what it means to love...
If only James could realize the OBVIOUS signals
A/N: Hey everyone I know this is going to be a major change but I'm having issues validating the chapters due to mentions of child abuse....sorry hpff staff....So I'm starting from scratch don't hurt me :(
DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling owns ALLLLL minus my original characters. The Wizard of Oz is not mine but is a 1900 children's novel by L. Frank Baum, nor is the wonderful world in the wardrobe called Narnia! Or anything else I forgot to mention!!!
Chapter Image by ME!!!
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“September Ariana Delfire…I’m going to kill you.” My dad had said as he charged me from the opposite end of the dining room table.
I had stood my ground as he came after me but before he had reached me I clutched my hands into fists. Energy pouring out of my fingertips aiming itself at the man blundering his way toward me.
"September!!!" I heard a distant shout, knocking me from my thoughts as I wandered around the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I was a fourth year at Hogwarts. The winter holidays were just around the corner. A lot has changed since the moment the magic bled from my fingers. My mother has divorced my father and moved out here in England. And we moved next to the Potter’s a family friend of my brothers…well I guess me too…although our friendship has been a little rocky since the second year…
I turned, my magenta hair flying in the wind, whipping around my face. I didn't bother to push it back. Seeing August in the distance I stopped my trek around the Black Lake and sat in the snow by the beech tree. I looked out across the water my thoughts and memories still bustling around in my head.
“STOP!” I had screamed.
His body had shuddered to a stop his face still blistering red, his eyes darting around at his frozen figure.
That was the first time I had performed magic. I was seven years old.
August bounded up to me. My older brother. My protector. His blonde hair shinning in the sunlight acting like a beacon of hope. But I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I just continued to stare out at the Lake.
"We've been looking everywhere for you!" He said wheezing as he finally came up to me.
"Sorry." I mumbled, "I was just thinking about some stuff."
August stood up an uncharacteristic frown taking over his usually cheerful face. I looked up to see not only August but a quite rattled…and shivering, Rose Weasley.
Rose was absolutely gorgeous, even when she was huffing unattractively behind my brother. She was a simple and elegant beauty. Not that I’m in love with my best friend, no EWW THAT’S GROSS… But just to clarify things I don’t love. It’s a bad word, a curse beyond any curse. I had lost all hopes that it exists in my first years of life.
Looking at Rose, her copper hair tied up in a ponytail, loose stands escaping the prison and cascading down her face, you would think that my friends love me…but no…she was simply a concerned friend. Her hazel eyes watching me concern leaked out of her like a fountain, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at either of their worried faces.
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF DUMBLEDORE ARE YOU WEARING!?” cried Rose indignantly.
“Um…” I looked down at my person and saw that I was wearing what I was supposed to…my Gryffindor robes and my uniform, a skirt and my collared white shirt with my tie. I even went warmer and put on my Gryffindor sweater.
“My uniform…” I gave her an odd look.
“Have you been out here the entire time!?” Said Rose, shivering and eyeing me as if I’d gone over the deep end.
I looked up at her calmly trying to disguising the pain underneath my eyes, “Yeah.” My eyes were wide and falsely innocent.
“But it’s free-eezing!” she said grasping her Gryffindor robes closer.
“Really?” I asked confused looking around at my surroundings, “I hadn’t noticed.”
“September! It’s like fifty below zero out here! Merlin! You’re going to get hypothermia!” Rose cried with yet another shiver and another glance over of my uniform.
August hadn’t said anything. I knew that he knew what I was thinking about. That’s why he had come searching for me to begin with. I was almost always alone when I wasn’t with my friends. So not seeing me around isn’t a surprise to anyone. But somehow, August just knew when I was upset. He wrapped his robes around my shoulder and began to lead me back to the castle. I went without argument, stealing one last look at the lake. I saw the giant tentacle of the giant squid, that the Marauders of the second generation had named Bob.
The Marauders generation two: James Potter, Erik Granger, Fred Weasley, and Scorpius Malfoy. The four of them couldn’t get any crazier. And the thought of them made my lips curve upward ever so slightly. Especially the thought of James…but nothing was ever going to happen…he was popular and smart and Quidditch king…I had no chance.
My smile fell.
But, who would have thought that a Potter, a Weasley and a Granger could be friends with a Malfoy. But it happened, and they were the group that I associated myself with.
Well sort of. Rose was really good friends with all of them, seeing as they were all related. And since Rose and I had bonded at our first meeting at my house…that wasn’t at all pleasant, I had learned to befriend them as well. I was surprised that Rose was still friends with me after four years, but here she is, still stuck with me and for that I was grateful.
So we trudged back into the castle, slowly making our way up to Gryffindor tower.
Rose had taken a hold of my arm skipping along the corridors humming a muggle song that I knew and loved…not to mention taught her. I smiled again, Oh Dorothy would be proud.
“We’re off to see the Wizard the wonderful wizard of OZ because because because because BECAUSE!! Because of the wonderful things he does..”
“Do do do do do do!” I sung back the song the from the amazing muggle film the 'Wizard of OZ' created by L. Frank Baum, completely forgetting the memories that constantly haunted me. We giggled my face returning to its normal color and a smile spreading easily.
I always felt better around Rose. She had this gift that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Her ease in making me smile was unfathomable. I felt August’s tense shoulders relax as the giggles sounded from my lips.
Rose wrapped me in a hug, “Yay! Ember’s back!” and she linked arms with me and I wrapped mine through August’s. We began skipping down the corridors singing the Wizard of Oz song getting strange looks from first years. But I didn’t care! We’re Gryffindors! We do what we please!
Continuing to sing and skip we finally made it to the portrait of the Pink Lady, “Narnia!” the three of us shouted at her, “You may enter.” She said her eyes sparkling as she swung open.
We looked in and saw the four Marauders playing a game of exploding snaps.
“Hey.” Said Rose, skipping up to the table.
“Hey.” Said James from the couch. He had a deep frown set on his tan skin. His jet- black hair mussed up and his broad shoulders hunched over the game. His golden hazel eyes narrowed in concentration, locked in mild frustration with Freddy.
Fred Weasley, the mastermind behind all things considered prank. His father, THE George Weasley and his twin, who died in the second war against Voldemort, were the founders of Weasley Wizard Wheezes (commonly referred to as WWW). And Freddy here was destined to continue his part in the works.
Rose started to giggle, but stopped as Freddy shot her a glare worthy of his grandmother, Grammy Weasley. Rose’s lips snapped shut, but her eyes continued to dance in the firelight.
I had chosen my seat on the couch across from James and next to Al, James’s little brother.
Al was in my year, he looked a lot like his dad, Harry Potter…that’s right Harry flippin’ Potter! It has been four years and I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.
Al had the trademark Potter black messy hair, and the green eyes of his dads. He was extremely handsome and really sweet. Most people say that Al and I are meant to be, but I knew that it wasn’t true.
You see, remember how I said that the Potter’s and I didn’t exactly see eye to eye. Well it was all because of this young bloke here…two years previous, during my second year Al had tried to kiss me over Christmas break. I know me kissing a Potter it’s unheard of! But he tried…tried being the key word here…
We were talking about the snow and how in America I had rarely seen it. I remember having looked out of the window in awe. I turned to him in amazement, my mouth stretched into a rare smile. And in those two seconds of turning toward him, I noticed that Al’s face was unnecessarily close to mine.
I had blushed and right as his lips were about to brush mine, I turned my head and jumped back. Surprise had flitted across his face. Then understanding, then hurt.
“Why?” he had asked me.
“I-I…”
“Hey what-“ said James coming into the room, “Oh.”
My eyes had widened and my face turned a bright red.
Al was watching me and when I looked over at him, devastation was the only look on his face quickly replaced by impassive cruelty.
“Your not my type anyway.” Said Al snappishly. I had recoiled at his words and he left in a huff.
A tear had fallen down my cheek and James hadn’t done anything but stare at that single tear.
“Sorry.” He said leaving me alone in the room staring out at the snow that no longer brought the joy that it had done two seconds before.
The rest of the vacation Al had avoided me.
As soon as we got back to school he had hooked up with Valentina Winters, after he had rediscovered his manhood (that’s what I had assumed he was doing it for) he felt fit to re-include me in conversation. The embarrassing winter holidays forgotten. But ever since then, I had never been able to trust Al like I had the year previous.
He was a different person, a selfish person and he was currently in a serious game of wizard chess with Hugo Weasley, Rose’s little brother.
With a sigh I began to look around the room spotting second year, Lily Potter, tutoring my second year little brother October in the corner. Lily was a sweet girl small and adorable. Her wavy red hair fell gracefully down her back, her golden hazel eyes matching her eldest brothers perfectly. She had a fair face that was delicate and beautiful and she had my little brother October wrapped around her pinky finger.
October looked a lot like August. He had the same messy blonde hair but with my silver eyes. He had the same gentle face as June and July and the personality of my brother. Funny, annoying, and overprotective. But I didn’t mind he was still small enough to be cute.
“September?” said James acknowledging me for the first time since entering the common room, “Where have you been? You had Rose and August running around the castle in panic.”
I looked at him tempted to snap, but deciding against it I opted for a simple, “Walking around the Black Lake.” Redirecting my gaze to the fire.
“What?” I heard six voices chorus. I looked around and saw that Al, Hugo, Freddy, Erik, Scorpius, and James staring at me in disbelief.
“It’s like fifty below zero out there!” said James taking in my simple robes and school uniform, “How the bloody hell did you not die of cold out there!?”
“That’s what I asked!” screamed Rose who was brushing snow off of her robes and onto Scorpius’s bleach blonde hair.
“Hey!” cried Scorpius shaking the white flakes off. “Some space woman!”
“Don’t be such a girl Scorp.” Snapped Rose, crossing her arms and giving Malfoy her best, try-and-argue-with-me-malfoy look.
He backed away taking his seat and concentrated on his game never looking up to met Rose’s eyes.
I rolled mine and Rose gave me a cocky yeah-I-just-did-that look.
“You cold?” asked James getting up and taking his robes off and draping them over me. He then continued by putting his arm around me in an attempt to warm me up.
I shrugged his arm off (blushing furiously by the way) and handed him back his warm…amazing smelling…soft…robes. Gahh why was it that I continued to make everything so awkward between us???
In case you haven’t guessed, I really like James. WHAT!? Don’t look at me like that I didn’t say the “L” word!!! I’m just saying the bloke is sexy! He plays Quidditch so he’s muscular, his hair is messy…in an extremely attractive way. And his eyes make me want to melt into his arms…What’s a girl to do really? I can’t help myself. James Sirius Potter is completely drool worthy.
ANYWAY…as I attempted to hide my blush I gave James his robe back.
“I’m actually going to go back up to the dorm.” I said just realizing just HOW tired I was. I stifled a yawn and stretched mechanically, “Night.”
“Night.” Came the chorus of voices in return.
James just looked at me with his sexy golden eyes, “Goodnight September.” He said his mouth twisting into a sexy smile. Urg why me!?
“Night.” I squeaked.
I saw Al shoot me an annoyed look. I smiled apologetically to him and rushed off into the dorm.
Al was the only person who suspected…besides Rose…that I had a crush on James. So as much as I hate to admit it Al had leverage over me. And I didn’t like it one bit.
***James POV***
Here I was trying to be nice to this girl and she shoves my niceness back in my face! That ungrateful little-
“James...stop looking pissed off.” Sighed Rose taking September’s vacated seat next to me.
“She just threw it back at me!” I said in mild astonishment, “Why is she the only girl immune to my charm?”
“No she isn’t!” said Rose in disgust.
“Name one girl who isn’t into me that I’m not related to and isn’t September?” I said exasperated.
Rose was quiet for a moment.
“That’s right.” I yelled in triumph, “James Sirius Potter is completely drool worthy!”
“Except when it comes to September.” Said Al in cockily.
I shot him a look and spat, “Oi drop it Al! Just because she rejected you-“
Al was on his feet in seconds, “Say that one more time.” his voice dangerously low and his hand quivering by his wand.
I huffed in defeat, “Fine. But I don’t get it? Why isn’t she into me?”
“Maybe.” Said Rose, “it’s because you don’t give her the time of day.”
“What are you talking about!” I cried. “Of course I gave her the time of day!” She was September Delfire! The hottest FEMALE Gryffindor Quidditch player of the team! Minus Rose but I can’t think that…it’s just weird. She has this bright unnaturally natural magenta hair and these piercing silver eyes. She was drop dead gorgeous. And when she got angry and pissy she was fucking HOT.
But I’ve also seen her at her worst.
The first time I met her was when our family had gone to visit Aunt Hermione’s brother Derek, and his family. Which meant spending an entire summer in America with Erik! It was supposed to be wicked awesome.
The first thing that we had scheduled when we arrived was a girl’s eleventh birthday, later to realize that it was September. From the moment I saw her I was completely captured by this uniquely gorgeous girl.
But something about her was off. When I had started to talk to her she was so innocent, so naïve so…empty. She swiped her hand across her face getting the hair out of her eyes when I first saw it. I giant bruise the size of a baseball was on her cheek. She didn’t notice my eyes trained on her but in that moment something in me clicked, and I knew she was strong.
When we sat down to dinner a man that she referred too as her dad was none to nice. And long story short…it wasn’t a pleasant birthday evening. But then she had gotten her letter. But even now she didn’t seem…happy just still kind of empty.
Rose rolled her eyes at me, “Sure James.” I wanted to object but she shot me a don’t-you-dare-argue-with-me look.
She got up running her delicate fingers through her copper hair. “I’m going to see if she’s ok. Night boys.” She winked at Scorpius, who earned quite a few not so friendly looks from the rest of her family.
When she was gone I redirected my attention to the exploding snaps game in front of me. But my head wasn’t all there. I continued to think about Her. Of every girl I had dated she was the one I couldn’t stop thinking about…and I hadn’t even dated her! Urg this is so confusing.
Freddy and Scorpius soon gave up knowing that Erik and I were boss at this game, even when my head wasn’t completely there, and retreated to their dorms. Erik and I stayed and chatted for a while about the upcoming hols, but even he trudged his way up the stairs to our dorm.
I still wasn’t in the mood so I crossed my arms staring at the fire. I had noticed that the only person left was my brother.
“You going up?” I asked him.
“Why do you like her so much?” he asked scathingly, “She doesn’t feel the same way you know.”
I shot him a look but his eyes were trained on a book in front of him…nerd, “I don’t like her.” I shot him a nasty look.
He looked up and returned my glare, “Give up James!” he practically yelled at me, “She’s not worth it!” and he snapped his book shut and stormed up the stairs.
Geez what got his knickers in a twist.
After a few hours of staring into the fire I had decided it was time to go up when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
I looked up at saw September in a red slip covered carelessly by her Hogwarts robe. Her magenta hair pulled hastily up into a bun her feet covered by soft pink slippers.
She looked over and seeing me her face turned bright red and she turned on her heel ready to flee up the stairs.
“Wait!” I called getting up and striding toward her. And by some miracle she didn’t move. Her small hand clutching at her robe in a poor attempt to hide her nightdress.
“Hi.” I said in the awkward silence.
“Hi.” She said her eyes wide, she was frozen like a deer stuck in headlights.
“Um…I was about to go up if you want to stay and sit.”
She didn’t say anything but continued to stare. Her silver eyes shocked and her mouth opened slightly…it was all very…sensual. I gulped trying to control my composure.
She continued to look at me but closed her mouth. Her eyes turning toward the fire.
“Do you mind?” she said quietly, her hand still on the railway up to her dorm as if debating to go running.
I shook my head and stepped out of her way. She slowly released her grip on the railing and stepped cautiously past me.
I wanted to laugh at the pure comicalness of it all. She didn’t take her wide silver eyes off of me as she carefully picked her way toward the couch.
She sat with a plop and finally turned her empty stare toward the fire. I think she must have expected me to run up the stairs to my dorm and hide under my blankets like a coward because as I plopped next to her, she jumped her eyes regaining a shocked stare.
I smiled but didn’t say anything as I turned my attention to the dying flames. After a minute I quickly glanced over and saw that she was facing the fire as well. Her eyes looked sad and empty.
I wanted to wrap her in a hug. She seemed so alone. In the past four years that I’ve known her she has always seemed so confident, so calm and strong and brave. But I knew better. I watched her.
I know creepy but come on the girl is gorgeous don’t judge.
Whenever she felt that Rose or August, or anyone for that matter, wasn’t looking, her face fell. And she looked so upset and so depressed. Her eyes falling away, making the striking silver bare and dull. But as soon as the attention was back on her, a smile flitted its way across her face. The dullness in her eyes vanished. Her composure showed no crack, no sign of weakness. She was as strong as ever.
And I didn’t get it.
“Why’d you come back down?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Her face looked back toward me. Her eyes adopting the brightness that I knew to be forced, “Couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged.
I laughed without humor, “Can you ever?” I asked regretting the jab as soon as it left my mouth.
Her face turned down into a grimace, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I backtracked, “Just that you never seem to sleep.”
“And you do?” she countered.
“Well yeah!” I said rolling my eyes, “I mean I don’t have insomnia.”
“And what exactly are you saying?” her voice coated deeply in venom, “That I do?”
“No!” I said my eyes wide. Why brain!? Stop giving me stupid comments! Help me for once will you? “Just that whenever I’m going up to bed I usually see you coming down from your dorm.”
“When have you seen me come down?!” her voice was full of unnecessary fury, “You spying on me Potter?” she spat my name in venom.
“All you Potter boys,” she continued, “think that just because you’re the son of Harry flippin’ Potter you can get your hands on any girl you fucking want! Well I’m not one of them!” she was shouting at me, “Good night!” and she got up and marched up to her dorm leaving me alone again it the common room.
My hand went reflexively to my forehead, SMACK…why brain why?
A/N: I know this is really different but I’m proud of it. There’s a little more humor to it and some fun moments. You’re introduced to the characters faster. But September is still a mystery, which makes me sad. But hopefully as I try and figure out what I’m doing with this story you’ll learn more about her. So Hope you enjoyed it!!
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A/N: Disclaimer: the usual JK Rowling is amazing and the enchanting world of Harry Potter is all hers.
***SEPTEMBER POV***
“I’m sorry!”
“Not accepted.”
“But I’m sorry!”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Come on will you stop and listen to me for a second!?” cried a distressed James Potter.
“For the last time James! I’ve been listening to you this entire time! I know you’re sorry about what you said last night and I’m not interested in an apology!” We were walking to the Great Hall for lunch after our Transfiguration class. James hadn’t left me alone all day! And on a usual day I wouldn’t have minded but now…I was just plain annoyed. Didn’t he know that sorry doesn’t work for me!? My dad had said sorry countless times after he…after what he did and it never helped anything! God boys are so stupid!
We were starting to get a lot of stares and a group of girls passed me glaring a glare that said don’t-yell-at-him-he’s-hot.
I shot back a back-the-fuck-away-before-you-die look and they all scurried into the Hall without another glance in my direction.
“But I’m sorry! What else do you want from me September?”
I placed my fingers on my temple and administered a soothing massage to my aching forehead, “You know what James?”
He looked at me eagerly.
“Prove it.” I snapped and strutted my way into the Great Hall without another backwards glance. I sat next to Rose beginning to pile food on my plate.
“How!?” …urg…
He was rushing up to me taking the seat beside me, “How Ember?”
I looked at him and plastered a bright fake smile that made him recoil his eyes widened in fear, “If I had to tell you then it obviously doesn’t mean enough to you to muster enough creativity to apologize CORRECTLY now does it?” I stood suddenly, appetite lost, and marched out of the Great Hall.
***JAMES POV***
I pounded my head on the table.
“What did you do James?” asked Rose, not even bothering to grace me with her look.
I grumbled in response.
“Oh how intriguing!” she cried in mock shrillness, “What else you got?”
I looked up at her and saw her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in a very Weasley-like way.
I involuntarily scooted back, “Sorry.” I mumbled.
She shrugged and turned back to her sandwich waiting for a good response.
I sighed in defeat; “I called her out on her sleeping habits.”
Rose spit out her food…poor Freddy was now covered in turkey. Scorp held back a laugh as Erik shamelessly busted up.
“YOU WHAT!?” several faces whirled around to see the commotion. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that if Rose Weasley was pissed there’d be a damn good 'food and a show' moment.
“Why the bloody hell would you do that!?” she continued to scream.
A few of the teachers, particularly Minnie, glared down at us for disturbing her lunch. I smiled weakly up at her and she rolled her eyes and continued eating her sandwich, which was still in full eatable form…unlike the remnants of Rose’s which were spread unforgivingly all over Fred’s face…
“I didn’t mean too!” I yelled back at her. Well it’s true! I was just curious and my curiosity around September never comes out right. I usually ended up insulting her and I didn’t mean too! I just wanted to know who she is.
“You’re a prat James!” spat Rose who got up and ran after September.
“URG.” I groaned pounding my head on the table in grief. “Why? Why? Why?”
“I told you so.” Came an obnoxious voice from behind me.
Al stood arrogantly looking down at me. His face turned down in a scowl and his eyes burning with anger, and was it possible hurt?
My face turned into a scowl, my eyes searching his. But as soon as that speck of weakness appeared it was gone just as quickly.
Al stalked off to join his friends farther down the table. I glared at him and Freddy looked over at me. His face raw and red from scrubbing food off of his face.
“Don’t be upset at him.” Said Fred wisely.
I looked away from my younger brother defeated, “He’s right…I should just give up.”
“Mate.” Said Scorp shaking his head, “Al’s just jealous.”
I looked down at my plate, hunger gone. I pushed it away from me and looked out towards the grounds.
“James, if September likes anyone it’s you.” It was Erik who spoke this time. I glanced up at him, if anyone knew anything about September it was Erik. They had been friends since they were in diapers…or so I’ve been told. Erik knew just about everything about September. And September knew almost everything about Erik.
For the first couple months of knowing September, Erik was always the enemy. They just seemed so close…TOO close. But I approached Erik calmly but assertively…ok fine I drew my wand and told him to back off… but all in all Erik had said there was nothing going on. He said they had tried the ”best friend kiss” and it wasn’t up to par. So they dropped it and continued. ‘Not worth messing with their friendship.’
Erik’s eyes were sincere. “You think so?” I asked trying my hardest to not sound vulnerable.
“Yeah I really do…Just something about the way she looks at you…”
In that minute of contemplative thinking a harassed looking Rose bounded up to us. Scorpius assuming a boy had done this held his wand up furiously, “Who did this to you!?” he shouted earning him looks from around the hall.
She looked at him blankly then, choosing to ignore him, looked directly at me, “I can’t find September.” Her voice was quiet, afraid.
In that instant I shot up out of my seat walking determined toward the doors of the Great Hall, “Where did you look?” I demanded sparing Rose a glance.
She looked so frightened, “Everywhere! The Room of Requirement, the grounds, the common room, the dorm room, all the girl’s bathrooms. I can’t find her anywhere.”
Then my worst fears were confirmed. August ran up too us his sisters in tow, “Where is she?” his voice directed to Rose.
August had this sixth sense about his sister. He just knew when something was wrong.
“I can’t find her!” she cried, tears were beginning to stream down her face and I knew that time was precious.
“Accio firebolt!” I shouted as soon as we were out on the grounds. It was snowing, lightly now but by the looks of the sky it was going to get heavier in a matter of minutes. The broom immediately flew through the air and into my extended hand.
My captain skills brimming over, I began to bark directions, “Weasley look in the dungeons, Delfire by the forest, June and July split one to the astronomy tower the other on the floors. Someone tell Fred to check the hideouts. He’ll know what I mean.”
They all nodded and rushed off in different directions. I shot into the sky and scouted the air.
Where was she? I journeyed quickly to the Quidditch pitch glancing around the stadium. I was about to try elsewhere when I saw her. She was lying on the ground nearly covered in snow. I dived down to her pulling out at the last second, incredible Wronski Feint if I do say so myself. Hindered only by a moment of pride I rushed over to her. Her eyes were closed her face was blue with cold. I picked her up immediately flying frantically for the hospital wing.
“No flying in the castle Mr. Potter!” shouted Minnie in a tissy.
“Sorry Professor emergency!” I continued to fly with September on my back. Swerving in and out of students ducking under landings finally reaching the doors. I jumped off of my broom and rushed in.
“Madame Pomfrey!” I called setting the ice-cold figure of September on the closest bed.
She came bustling out to see a blue September. She shrieked and ran back into her office and came out holding a steaming potion.
I held my breath as fear gripped my heart. I saw color coming back to her face and both Poppy and I relaxed visibly.
“Where is she? Minnie said she saw you flyi-“
Rose ran in first quickly followed by September’s family. Her previous thoughts dissolved as she lay eyes on her best friend, “Ember!” she cried rushing toward the bed. Her hair splayed everywhere. August’s face was red with cold, but relieved at seeing the color rush back into her face.
“I owe you one mate.” He said clasping my hand.
“Don’t mention it.” I shrugged letting the family settle around Ember’s bed. Fred, Scorp and Erik bounded up to me breaths of relief releasing as they saw September’s eyes open.
“Come on mates.” I said wrapping my arms around Fred my broom held loosely in the other, “Time to be off.”
They all nodded in silent agreement. “James?”
I turned to face September who was sitting up in her bed, a rosy glow emitting from her cheeks, her lips red with heat. She was staring at me disbelieving.
I looked over to her and smirked, bowing. Turning quickly on my heel and walked out of the room, my friends following behind me, and a triumphant smile plastered onto my face.
A/N: EEEKKKK New development!!! Yay! Ok so I’m really proud of how this is turning out maybe having to revise the story isn’t all that bad lol
Sorry for the long wait by the way Validation just doesn't like me :P grrrrrr oh well I really hope that everyone likes this and I relaize that the switch of personality is kinda jumpy but hopefully you can follow...
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A/N: I know it's been forever I am SOOOO sorry but I couldn't figure out where I was going with this and because of the lovely reviews from "We are Padfoot and Prongs" "Countrymusicfanatic" and my personal friend and BETA "Mischief_managed18" I was reinspired and thought of a way to get it going again. Read on and I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not JK as I am sure you all realize.
I sat in my hospital bed, staring at the door James had just exited through. My eyes were wide as I looked to Rose, "What happened?"
“I don't know, you tell me?" she said, giving me a hard look.
“Well, I remember being angry at James. Last night he was a jerk. You know how hard it is for me to sleep. I always see…him…it’s gotten worse Rose, and I’m not sure how I can make it stop. The fact that James is so cocky frustrates me!”
Rose continued staring at me as I grabbed a strand of my wet hair, playing with it nervously. The snow had melted, making my hair quite heavy and cold. I let go of the strand, putting my hands in my lap and stared down at them.
“I went outside to think. Ever since yesterday, it’s been hard to focus. In class I end up messing up a simple spell or walking in the wrong direction to class. My head just isn’t in the right place. I haven’t been able to sleep and the times that I do, I wake up seconds later.” My hand involuntarily rose to my cheek. I saw Rose’s eyes following the movement and let my hand fall into my lap once more, “Being out in the cold helps keep me focused. It brings me back to reality and allows myself to escape the nightmares. But I was so tired…and the snow just looked so soft. I sat down just for a moment to process my feelings and it just felt right sitting there. I just went to sleep.” I said softly.
Rose looked at me staying quiet as she put her hand on mine, “The next thing I remember is James walking out that door.” I said, glancing at the oak doors and back down to the white blankets.
“He’s the one that found you.” Rose said softly.
“I guess I owe him a thank you.” I looked up to meet her eyes.
Why are you so unhappy September?" she asked, looking into my eyes as if searching for an answer.
“I-I don’t know.” I responded honestly.
She sighed and let go of my hand, “Get some rest Ember. Merlin knows you need it.”
I wanted to argue but saw the hard lines appear on August’s face. I saw June and July exchange worried looks and little October coming to hold my hand.
They were all so lucky. October was too young to remember Dad. June and July were here by the time he got really bad. August was the only one who knew what I was going through, but even he has dealt with this better than I have.
With a sigh, I nodded and closed my eyes trying hard not to think about the nightmare that has been replaying in my head for the past thirteen years.
I heard the oak doors open and close and the Hospital wing once again fell silent. I opened my eyes with a sigh.
Why was this so difficult for me?
“Shut up you stupid girl!” his hand rose to come down on me.
I flinched away from the hand but it never hit. I looked up to see August holding his hand above me.
“You need to stop this.” August had said strongly.
My dad just laughed and pushed him away from me. But instead of my father coming after me, his new target my brother was lying helplessly on the floor.
“Why do you even bother trying? She’s going to go through the pain regardless of what you do. But now instead of September getting the brunt of this punishment, you both can share it.”
His foot rose from the ground and I closed my eyes as I heard my brother yell out in agony.
I blinked away the new tears forming at the corner of my eyes. I couldn’t sleep. I stood and started pacing the Hospital wing, trying to rid my thoughts of my dad. I started to recite America’s states.
“California, Nevada, New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Florida.”
Madame Pomfry must have heard me walking around muttering, because she came out of her office moments later.
“Miss. Delfire, what are you doing up?” she asked me, concern laced through her voice.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I whispered.
She sighed and gave me a look of sympathy, “Here, I may have something that will help.” She went back into her office and came back with a light blue potion.
I looked at it apprehensively, “What is it?”
“It’s a sleeping draught; it gives you a dreamless sleep.”
I took it from her gratefully, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She said with a smile, “When you wake up, you're free to go.”
“Thank you Madame Pomfry. Really.”
“You are very welcome.” She smiled, “Just drink that and it will instantly put you to sleep.” Then she turned and went back into her office. I heard the latch click as I made my way back to my cot.
I examined the potion in the glass vile. It was a beautiful shade of blue. I tipped the glass to my lips and felt the potion go smoothly down my throat. A slight tingle aroused in my belly as I felt the potion settle and immediately, I felt drowsy.
I lay my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. My mind’s eye was met by a boy with messy black hair and hazel eyes, “James.” I murmured and then fell into a deep sleep.
***
The next morning, I awoke more refreshed than ever. I stretched and the first real smile appeared on my lips. I looked out the window and saw the sun shining, making the icicles on the window sparkle. I closed my eyes in relief as I breathed in the air of the Hospital Wing. I have never felt better.
I got up from my cot and saw my uniform folded neatly in a pile by my bedside.
Madame Pomfry had made sure that I was dressed warmer; she had placed tights and my Gryffindor sweater there as well. I smiled as I started to dress in my uniform.
I went to a nearby mirror as I fixed my hair and looked at my reflection. The light in my eyes had returned and the glow to my features seemed to take a new fire.
I picked up my bag from the side of the bed and left the Hospital Wing without a backwards glance. I walked the corridors and was greeted by a large hug from August who was walking in the direction of the Hospital Wing.
“I was just coming to see you!” he cried, wrapping me in a hug.
“August!” I smiled.
He looked at me his eyes shocked to see me so…glowing.
"What happened? You look... amazing." He said, his eyes betraying how in awe he was.
“You look so surprised!” I giggled and his eyes grew even larger.
I gave him a playful smack on the arm and laughed lightly.
“I don’t know what Madame Pomfry gave you, but I like this side of you!” He said with a large smile.
“Me too.” I agreed and linked arms with my older brother as he led me back up to the common room.
“I need to talk to James.” I said after a few moment of comfortable silence.
“Everything ok?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in a worried line.
I smiled up at him reassuringly, “Yeah, I just need to thank him…and apologize for my behavior a few nights ago. I wasn’t myself.”
He disconnected his arm from mine and wrapped me in a hug.
“I haven’t seen you this happy since before dad got…crazy.”
My smile faltered, “Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“What did Madame Pomfry give you?” he asked.
“A sleeping draught, I got my first good sleep in eight years.”
“Has it really been that long?” he asked, his face contorted into a worried frown.
I nodded then smiled, “Come on August today is a happy day! I’m finally out of my rut. Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.”
He nodded, “You’re right.” He smiled, “James is down at breakfast.”
“Thanks August!” I smiled then ran down the flights of stairs with a skip in my step.
I arrived at the Great Hall and made my way toward the Gryffindor table. The word of my near death experience had circulated the school and I received a lot of ‘welcome back’s and ‘hope your doing well’s. By the time I finally made it to James, it had taken a good fifteen minutes.
“James?” I asked shyly from behind him.
He looked up, as did Erik, Scorp, and Fred.
“Ember, you’re up!” he cried as he jumped up, engulfing me in a hug. I blushed lightly as he backed away.
My eyes moved up to meet his hazel eyes and I felt heat rise into my cheeks. I quickly looked down at my shoes.
“Um…” I started uncertainly, “Can we talk?” I asked, glancing at the boys watching us intently.
When they saw my eyes turn towards them, they began whistling and pretending to be engulfed in their food. Scorpius even managed to be reading a book upside down.
I suppressed a giggle, but couldn't help the smile that had formed on my face. I looked back up to James’ face and his mouth hung open slightly as he watched me.
I blushed again and looked down. I saw him out of the corner of my eyes shake his head as he croaked out, “Um, yeah sure.”
I smiled slightly and turned and started to walk out of the Great Hall. I continued to be bombarded by people’s well wishes but not nearly as many men came up to me as they did before.
I glanced back behind me to where James was. His face was to the ground and he looked as if he was concentrating hard on something. I had an urge to ask him what was wrong, but figured I find out eventually.
***
James POV
She was laughing…she was actually laughing. Her face was lighting up and she looked…happy. It was the first time that I had ever seen her genuinely happy. She was leading me out of the hall and as I was following her, I was trying to figure out what I was going to say.
Erik was talking to me about September earlier at lunch, before she showed up. He was encouraging me to ask her out. I kept saying that she wasn’t ready. That what if things went wrong? She seemed so upset earlier with me. I felt horrible it felt like her lying on the pitch, blue with cold, was my fault.
I felt as if I was the one that pushed her to leave. She was so sad all the time. I wasn’t sure if being with her would help her. She never talked about her past, but I knew that it was bad. I didn’t want to get involved in her life if she wasn’t ready to let anyone in. It took her three years to finally allow Rose into her life as her best friend.
But Rose had even told me that September wasn’t optimistic. Rose is the kind of girl that would go rummaging through peoples things to learn the truth.
It was one day during a Summer Holiday that Rose had said that September admitted that she was interested in someone. I overheard her telling August about it but refused to tell him the boy’s name. She said it was September’s business to tell. She had said that, she couldn’t not tell him, because it was such a huge breakthrough for September to even admit to herself that she liked someone. Never mind telling someone else. But as I was eavesdropping I overheard her saying that she looked into September’s diary and what she read was disturbing.
She had read that she thought that no one loved her. That everyone was just putting on a mask to hide what they really wanted from her. She had even read that her family was disappointed in the way she handled herself, that she took everything too personal and thought herself to be worthless.
When I heard this I was shocked. How could someone so strong willed think that she was weak and worthless? I wasn’t sure if asking her out would be a good thing or not. I wanted her to be happy and I wasn’t sure if asking her out would make her happier or put her back into her depression.
We walked out of the hall and she moved to a quiet corner, away from the Hall doors.
She turned to face me, her mesmerizing silver eyes boring into mine. My breath caught short as she started to speak, “James?”
“Hum?” I said, unable to say much more than that.
“I wanted to thank you.” Her silver eyes shone with nothing but appreciation. She was full of gratitude and the fire lit back up as she watched me.
I stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. I wanted to make a funny joke, say something to make her feel better; assure her that it was nothing and that I’m glad she’s ok.
She took my silence as a queue to continue speaking. Her eyes dulled a bit as I didn’t give her a reaction.
“And…I wanted to apologize.”
That shocked me. Why was she apologizing? Was she apologizing for scaring me? Or worse! Did she know my intentions and was she warning me not to ask her?
“What?” I croaked out involuntarily.
She looked up meeting my eyes, “For the way I acted yesterday. I jumped to conclusions and I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I haven’t been sleeping well…I don’t usually sleep at all.” She added, a little quieter, “So people who comment on it bother me.”
She looked down, took a breath, and met my eyes again, “They don’t understand what’s going through my head and I know that and usually I snap because I don’t think it’s their business. But I realized I shouldn’t have snapped at you. So I’m sorry.” She paused and I realized that she was waiting for a response.
I opened my mouth to tell her I forgave her but instead…
“Will you go out with me?”
A/N: END CHAPTER BWAHAHAHAHAH *ninja flips around flying daggers and other pointy objects* I couldn't help myself it was too perfect but I have good news!!!! The next chapter is in the works so it should be done soon!! Thanks to all of my readers and reviewers I have regained confidence in my stories and found ways to get past my writes block and start writing again!!!
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