The day of the wedding came around quickly. Melody woke up that morning with a horrible headache. She wanted to just lay there and hope that it would pass, but someone was pounding on her door, telling her to get up already. What could Melody could but climb out of bed? She dragged herself across the room to her bathroom where she brushed her teeth and stared at herself.
She was a mess.
Leaving the bathroom, Melody went downstairs to the kitchen where people were already bustling around making stuff for the reception. Melody rolled her eyes. It wasn’t for about a kazillion more hours! She grabbed some toast and then hurried back up to her room. On the way, she almost rammed into her father, who frowned for a moment before he forced a smile and reached forward, pushing a piece of hair behind Melody’s ear. He laughed.
“It’s the big day. Don’t take too long getting ready. Last I heard, Cheryl was already freaking out and her mother...well, let’s not go there,” he said, “See you in a few hours, Pretty Girl.”
As he began to walk away Melody shut her eyes, telling herself to relax. She was sick of the nickname, Pretty Girl. So what if she was gorgeous on the outside? Isn’t it the inside that counts? Because Melody knew she was anything but pretty on the inside. Taking a deep breath, she continued on her way to her room where she finished her toast. She took her light pink gown off the back of her bathroom door.
It was a surprise that Cheryl hadn’t fought the suggestion of Melody being a bride’s maid. Honestly, Melody figured it was because Cheryl knew it would make the whole wedding even more miserable for Melody. She slipped into the dress and then stared at herself in the mirror before turning away and grabbing her hair brush. After putting her hair into a twist, using a touch of magic and some tricks she learned in a Muggle fashion magazine, she applied eyeliner, eyeshadow, and then some mascara. She grabbed her heels and slipped them on and then stood in her full length mirror again.
Again she turned away, not able to look at herself anymore. She headed for the door. She put her hand on the handle and was about to pull it open when she saw someone had put a picture of Cheryl and her father on a table in the corner of the room that was just there for decoration. Frowning, Melody went over to it and picked it up. It was a Muggle photo and the phony smile on Cheryl was just too permanent.
Suddenly, feeling anger well up inside her, Melody tightened her hold on the frame. Then she looked up, catching her reflection in the mirror again. She was sick of everything. Her nickname, her face, her life, her father, and Cheryl. With a frustrated cry, Melody lifted her arm with the frame and threw it as hard as possible at her reflection. The mirror shattered, sending pieces all over the floor. Barely satisfied, Melody left her room, letting her door slam with a bang.
“What was that?” Cheryl asked, poking her head out of her bedroom, her face half made up.
“My door,” Melody said in a nasty voice as she walked past. She went down the stairs, ignoring Cheryl’s questions. She found her father pacing in the living room, practicing his wedding vows. Melody rolled her eyes. It wasn’t that hard to say ‘I do’ to a woman you’re in love with.
Moodily, Melody waited for the wedding to begin. When the guest began to arrive and sit down in the chairs in the back yard, Melody went into the living room, which her dad had long since left, and sat down with the other Bridesmaids. Both were muggles and Cheryl’s best friends. How a woman like her could have friends, was beyond Melody’s knowledge of thinking. Both woman, just as self centered at Cheryl, were dressed in the same light pink dress as Melody. Their hair was twisted up in an elegant way but filled with way too much hair spray to keep it from falling down. Melody thanks Merlin for magic.
“You look lovely,” one woman said, with too much lipstick, some of which was on her teeth, and sparkling blue eyes. Melody was surprised the woman was talking to her.
“Merideth, remember what Cheryl said? Don’t talk to the girl unless you want a rude retort,” the other woman said, “Honestly, you silly woman, Cheryl knows what she’s talking about when it comes to children.”
“Oh, Denise, be polite. She’s sitting right there,” Merideth said, pursing her lips before turning to face Melody and smiling slightly. Melody looked away and sighed, keeping her mouth shut.
A few moments later, Cheryl came down the stairs with her mother and father in tow. Melody looked at her dress up and down and raised an eyebrow. Not only did the woman have horrible taste in furniture, but her dress was hideous. And Melody was certain that if you squinted a bit, you could tell it was more of an off white then it was a white. And it wasn’t the lighting. For a moment, everyone gushed over Cheryl and then it was time to start the ceremony. Melody clenched her jaw as they went outside.
Music started from the musicians that Cheryl and Doug hired. Melody followed the other Bridesmaids down the aisle not smiling or looking at anyone. She looked straight ahead and when she made it to the alter, she stood looking at her feet, not able to look anywhere else. She tried to drown out the vows and the I do’s, but she couldn’t. They echoed in her head, loud and clear. She felt a lump in her throat.
How could he marry her?
The tears were coming. But Melody couldn’t let her father see her cry. She couldn’t let Cheryl see her cry.
Why does he want to replace Mum?
Questions burst through Melody’s head. Why’s, how’s, and what if’s. Each of them blurred into one question. One question Melody has wanted to ask her father since he announced the engagement. And it was so simple, too.
Why everything? Why does life turn out the way it is? Why did Kyle cheat on her and why did Marissa hate her? Why did her mother die and why did Cheryl have to be the one to win his heart? Why? Why? Why?
The Priest said the final vows and melody couldn’t hold it back anymore. She looked up just in time to see her father lean forward and place a soft kiss on his new wife’s lips. She smirked at the crowd as they went back down the aisle and Melody couldn’t move. She let out a silent sob and then let herself collapse onto the ground where she finally let the tears release. They streaked her face and she whispered her question under her breath over and over.
No one seemed to care that a girl was crying up at the alter. They all hurried to where the reception was being held on the other side of the yard, wanting to congratulate the newly weds. Forget the daughter.
Eventually, Melody’s tears ceased and she stood up, dusting her dress and sniffling. She pulled out her wand, that she had hidden underneath her dress, and cleaned up her face so it didn’t look as if she was crying. She straightened her hair and continued to dust off her dress as she headed over to the reception. She pushed passed happy people to the corner, where she sat at an empty table and sighed. She saw her father and Cheryl dancing on the “dance floor” and laughing loudly.
And that’s where Melody stayed all night. And when the sun was down, she still was watching. It was where she ate cake, drank some water, and tried to stay calm and collected. Until her father had come over to her for the father-daughter dance.
“Hey, Pretty Girl,” he said.
“Dad,” Melody replied.
“You okay? I saw you crying up at the alter. I didn’t expect to see tears from you at all,” he explained, sitting down and touching her arm.
Melody pulled away, giving him a look. He saw her upset and didn’t even bother to comfort her?
“I’m fine,” she said.
“Come dance, with me, Pretty Girl,” he said. Melody looked around, knowing it would look bad to her father if she didn’t. So she stood up and went to the dance floor and began to dance with her father.
“Do you still love Mum?” Melody asked him as they dance. She saw Cheryl laughing with her father.
“A part of me will always love your mother,” Greg replied, grinning at his wife before looking back down at Melody, “Her death was awful, Melody, but in a way, it saved our marriage.”
Melody looked up at her father and frowned at him. That was the sickest thing she had ever heard in her life, “What?” she gasped.
“You’re mother, Melody, wasn’t the type of woman to stay with one man for too long. I think I was with her the longest and I know she had a fling or two behind my back. Co-workers she said, and business meetings that ran late,” Greg shook his head and sighed, “You have your mother’s beauty, Melody. If you weren’t able to hang on to a boyfriend, I would say you’re exactly like her.”
“My mother was a whore?” Melody whispered.
“That word is an awful one to use, but I cannot lie to you,” Greg said, looking at his daughter apologetically. Melody realized they stopped dancing as she pulled away.
“You can’t lie to me?” Melody asked, feeling the tears threaten again, “You just...you just marry an awful and cold woman, you kick my best friend, the only person that could make me smile, out because he was a wizard, and then you have the nerve to tell me my mother was a whore?”
“Melody, calm down!” Greg said, looking around in surprise.
“You have no idea what I’ve been through this year, Dad!” Melody was yelling now, “You have no idea what its like to have a boyfriend of two years cheat on you! Marissa, who was supposed to me like my sister, ends up hating me since she met me! She ruined my reputation. And then you have to marry Cheryl because of reasons I can’t imagine because she is the most awful thing to ever walk the planet!” everyone was watching now and Cheryl was red in the face with anger, but Melody didn’t care, just like she didn’t care about the tears running down her face, “I’ve been through so much this year. And you didn’t care. At all. I’ve lost everything, Dad. And the one thing I could hang on to, you just ripped from me. Again, I don’t think you care.”
“Melody...” Greg said, his voice low.
“No,” Melody said, “I can’t take anymore of this.”
She turned and began to walk away like she would if she had just talked to her father about the weather. She was suddenly calm and collected. And it felt as if so much was just taken off her shoulders.
“Pretty Girl! Don’t walk away,” Greg shouted after her. Melody stopped and turned around looking at her father.
“Don’t call me that. I hate it,” she said and then continued on her way out.
Once she was back inside the house, she pulled her wand from under her dress again. Forgetting her stuff, Melody went out to the front of the house and collapsed on the front steps. She’ll leave tonight, she decided. She’ll get the Knight Bus to take her back to Hogwarts and forget about Floo powder. And when school ended, she’ll buy a flat in London and find a job at the Ministry or something. She’ll get away from her father and Cheryl.
Pulling her knees closer to her body and resting her forehead on her knees, Melody tried to calm herself down. Everything would work its way out eventually, right? Nothing can get much worse. Hogwarts was almost over, as was everything else. No more teen drama, no more Marissa and Kyle, no more Cheryl and the wedding, and definitely no more drama. Hopefully. She was certain she had her share of it by now.
Taking a shaky breath Melody closed her eyes for a moment and looked up. She opened her eyes and stared at the sky. The stars twinkled cheerfully down on her and she looked away. Her breath caught in her chest and stomach tightened. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating. And yet, at the same time, relief was flooding through her. Standing on the walkway to her door, dressed in a Muggle tux and looking handsome as ever, was Sirius.
“Melody?” he said, his voice low as he looked at her, looking a bit confused. Melody let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. She got up and hurried forward, Sirius took a step forward and hesitated as Melody threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest.
“Everything is going wrong, Sirius,” she said, her voice slightly muffled. Sirius stroked her hair, feeling her in his arms and loving it.
“I know, love. It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered her to. Slowly, he moved her back to the porch and together they sat back down on the steps. Neither letting go of the other. Melody got herself under control again and pulled away slightly, so she could look in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I didn’t want you to be here alone,” Sirius said honestly, smiling at her slightly, “It’s not fair that your father is making you watch him marry Cheryl alone. I wanted to be here with you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m leaving tonight, anyways. I’m sick of everyone here. That and I just totally humiliated myself infront of the entire party,” Melody explained, her voice bitter. She looked at Sirius, “It turns out your mother was right. My mother was a whore.”
“My dad decided tonight was the right time to tell me about my mother’s pleasures. And it hurts,” Melody said, feeling as if she was going to cry again, “It’s not fair. Everything I knew in life has been killed now.”
“Melody...” Sirius said. But Melody ignored him.
“I lost Kyle, Marissa, my Dad. Now I’ve lost my mom’s memory,” she whispered, hanging her head. But then she looked up at Sirius and took his hand, “But of all those things I’ve lost, I only miss one.”
“Melody,” Sirius repeated, dropping her hand and cupping her face with his hands. He tucked some hair behind her ear and stared into her eyes intently.
“And it’s you,” Melody finished. Sirius tilted his head to the side slightly and then shook his head. And Melody suddenly felt as if she had said the wrong thing.
“I should have told you before. I shouldn’t have let you suffer like I was,” Sirius said, his voice husky, “But you never lost me, Melody. You never lost me and you never will. You mean so much to me. More then I thought you could. And that’s why I’m here now. I needed to hear it from you, not from James. I love you, Melody, and I need to know if you love me.”
Melody just stared at Sirius, shocked and relieved. She felt so many emotions run through her, but ignored them all as she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, softly. And then, Sirius deepened it, returning her kiss with passion and love. And Melody suddenly felt warm and not as alone as she had felt the past few months. Slowly, she pulled away.
“I do, Sirius. I do love you,” she whispered. Sirius smiled and then kissed her again before standing up and pulling her to her feet with him and hugging her tightly, kissing her again.
“Do you still want to go home?” he asked. Melody looked up at him and nodded.
“More then anything,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
“We should go now then, when everyone is distracted,” Sirius suggested.
“I know. Come on, I need to get my stuff.”
They went inside and Melody hurried up the stairs with Sirius right behind her. She pushed open her door and hurried inside. Sirius looked at the smashed mirror and then at Melody.
“Break down?” he asked.
“Just the start of it,” Melody shrugged.
“Would hate to see the rest,” Sirius muttered.
With the help of Sirius, she threw all her clothes into her trunk and then hurried back down the stairs. They then headed to the door and just as Melody was about to pull it open she heard her name. She stop and turned around to see her father. He looked at Melody and then at Sirius and back again.
“What are you doing?” he asked her.
“I’m going back to school,” Melody said stiffly, “I don’t like it here. I hate it, actually. And watching you can married and everything was hell. I want to go back to school.”
“Melody...” Greg said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“It was a bit obvious,” Sirius muttered. Melody nodded in agreement and looked at her father.
“Sirius is right. I didn’t exactly hide that I was depressed,” she said.
“There’s a shattered mirror in her room to prove it,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes, “And sir, with all do respect, if I were Melody, I wouldn’t even be talking to you right now. I would have just left and told you to go screw yourself.”
“Sirius, please,” Melody said, though she was glad he had said something and she’ll be letting him know that later.
“I’ve been a horrible father, Melody. And I’m so sorry for that. It was just...I guess I got a little to wrapped up in myself and Cheryl,” Greg said slowly, stepping forward and then glancing at Sirius as if asking permission to keep coming forward.
“An apology isn’t going to fix things, Dad,” Melody said simply, “And I’m going to need time to actually get my head back on straight.”
“Then I’ll let you go,” Greg said, looking a bit disappointed, “And I’ll see you during graduation.”
“Okay,” Melody nodded, “Bye, Dad.”
Sirius and Melody turned then and continued out the door. But before they could step off the porch, the door opened a second time.
“I’m sorry for ever offending you. And for what Cheryl said to you and about you. Both to your face and behind your back,” Greg said slowly.
“I’m far over it, sir,” Sirius replied.
“Take care of Melody,” Greg then smiled and watched as Melody and Sirius walked to the edge of the drive way where Sirius called for the Knight Bus.
A/N: Wow. Another chapter out. Surprised I actually was inspired to write this after getting three very rude flames where I was accused of trying to keep a record, trying to have power over my reviews, and not being thankful and all for what you guys do because I don't like being pressured. And being called a class A bitch didn't help either, but don't worry because I don't care what that person said, or the two people that reviewed with pretty much the same things to say after her! She gave me no help whatsoever. :)
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I think this one came out a bit better then the last chapter. But again, I was inspired and willing to write it. So, yeah.
Only about one or two more chapters left to go. Most likely, one. Depends how the next chapter wraps up and all. :P
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