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~Alexis POV~

The silent treatment continued for the next few days.

I wanted to scream and to kick and to punch but instead I ate quietly during dinners and disappeared into my room in all my spare time.

Occasionally, I'd catch glimpses of dad and Rebecca acting all lovey-dovey and couple-y. It made me want to cry, puke and be happy all at the same time. My dad was finally happy- something that he hasn't been for the past 9 years- so why was I not?

Eventually, I could no longer stand being ignored.

"Dad," I said as I walked downstairs. He didn't even acknowledge my presence.

"Dad," I said more loudly. Nothing.

"Dad, why do you keep ignoring me?" I eventually said frustrated.

"Why do you think I keep ignoring you?" he said monotonously.

"I'm sorry I sent Rebecca that note," I whispered.

"Are you?" he said.

"Yes. I was just so upset when you sent me that howler. How did you manage to send one anyway?" I asked.

"That's a secret, Alex," he replied.

"Hey, dad?" I asked, wondering if he wanted me to just leave him alone and go do the right thing and apologise properly to Rebecca.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't call me Alex anymore. It's Alexis."

xxxxx

I didn't want to apologise to Rebecca. Apologising was accepting that she was marrying my dad and that was that. But what else was I supposed to do?

"Rebecca?" I finally gathered the courage.

"Yes, Alexis?" she said, fake politely.

"I'm sorry for sending you that letter," I said and realised that I actually was sorry.

"It's alright, darlin'. It was actually quite hilarious." I blinked. Hilarious? She thought me getting angry was hilarious?

"But honestly, do you wish me and your father weren't getting married?" she asked. I was slightly shocked. She actually cared about what I thought?

"I didn't know you were getting married. I didn't even know that dad knew you. I just got an owl one day from dad saying he's met this woman and they were getting married," I said completely truthfully.

"He never mentioned me?" she blinked.

"Um, no..."

"Never mind, I'm sure he was just waiting for the right moment," she said, "Maybe your father and I are rushing into things...perhaps we shouldn't be getting married so soon."

"What? No, you have to!" I said and I meant it.

"Alexis, I know you don't us to but if we are going to be a proper family, shouldn't we be starting on the right foot?"

"You make dad so happy," I whispered, "Ever since mum died, he hasn't been happy."

"But what about you? Are you happy?"

"Do I have to be a bridesmaid? I know you don't want me too and I don't want to be one," I asked.

"No, you don't have to be."

"Then, yes, I am happy."

"Your father won't be happy about you bringing your boyfriend. What's his name...Sirius?" she asked.

"Yes, Sirius," I said, frowning, "but he's not my boyfriend."

"Sure thing, hun, that's what they all say," she said with a wink.

"I'm serious!" I exclaimed, "We had this big argument and I haven't even spoken to him for about a week."

"What did you fight about?"

"Sirius has this reputation at Hogwarts..." I trailed off, not really knowing how to explain.

"Ahhhh, I see. He was a player, no?" I nodded. "And you wanted to have some sort of serious relationship? No pun intended."

"Yeah, and then I called him a player to his face and then he said he wanted to change and he told me I was beautiful and funny and smart but then I asked him how many times has he used that line and then walked off," I explained. Rebecca whistled softly.

"Alexis, a boy doesn't tell you all that for no reason. He sure has balls for saying it."

"You don't know him, Rebecca. Sirius is the kind of guy who has a reputation for not having girlfriends but rather snog buddies," I said. I couldn't believe I was discussing boys with someone who was going to be my 'mother'.

"Boys grow up eventually, Alexis. Maybe Sirius decided it was time for him," Rebecca said, "Now, enough of this. The letter and everything else is history. How about we start over again?"

xxxxx

Dad came into my room that night. I was reading a muggle book when he sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Alexis?" he started off.

"What?"

"I realise the last few months has been tough on you," You think, Dad? "But I want to say thank you."

"For what?" I asked blankly.

"For accepting Rebecca. I love her, I really do and this wedding means so much to both her and me..." Dad said.

"I know" I whispered.

"I know this may feel like I am trying to replace your mother but I'm not. Your mother will always have a special place in my heart and Rebecca will not be overtaking that place," Dad said.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"The wedding's theme colour is purple," I said flatly.

"I know you don't want it to be, sweetheart. I know," Dad said.

"Can't it be any other colour?" I asked hopefully.

"No." My face fell, "I know it's hard for you. It was Calla's favourite colour but Rebecca tells me that you don't want to be a bridesmaid."

"I don't want to be. I don't want everyone looking at me and I don't want to wear a purple dress and, besides, Rebecca doesn't want me to be one."

"When did she say that?" Dad asked.

"At the dress fitting. She didn't know I was listening," That shut Dad up for a bit, "But it's ok, me and Rebecca are starting with a clean slate."

"Well, that's good then. Now what about this Sirius boy?" Oh no, I'd hoped he'd had forgotten about that.

"Nothing, Dad. Lily was just trying to be funny."

"Ok, then." Dad said. Awkward silence.

"I'm sorry, Dad," I whispered.

"For what?" he asked, looking surprised.

"It was all my fault." I felt myself choking up, "I knew it was going to happen. If I'd just said something, then it wouldn't have happened. If I'd just said something, mum would be here."

"You knew?" Dad spluttered, "You knew that Esmeralda was going to kill Calla?"

"Yes. It's all my fault," I sobbed. I wanted Dad to give me a hug and tell me it was ok and that it wasn't my fault. I wanted him to make me warm milk like Mum used to. I wanted him to not be so disappointed in everything I did.

There were many things I wanted but instead, Dad got up and silently walked out of my room.

xxxxx

Christmas was horrible. Well, Rebecca was being pretty decent but Dad had gone on ignoring me again.

I woke up at ten in the morning and looked at the pile of presents underneath the Christmas tree. It was tradition for me to buy my Dad a pair of socks and a tie for Christmas but looking at the two small parcels under the tree, everything felt wrong. A small box the size of my fist contained the necklace I'd bought for Rebecca.

"Merry Christmas, Alexis," Rebecca said as she walked into the living room. She handed me a steaming cup of hot chocolate which I blew on to cool it.

"Merry Christmas, Rebecca," I replied.

"Why don't you open your present?" Rebecca gestured to the tree.

"It's Rose tradition to open our Christmas presents together," I said. This was technically true although both Dad and I knew what was in our presents. Mine always had a pairing of earrings or a bracelet in it.

"Your father's gone out," Rebecca said and pressed her lips together. She didn't seem too happy.

"Is everything ok?" I asked. Rebecca shook her head and started to cry.

"Since y-you came b-back, he's h-hasn't been himself. I always c-catch him looking at p-pictures of Calla or g-gazing out the window," she sobbed. I sat her down on the couch and handed her a box of tissues. What was I supposed to do with a sobbing soon-to-be-step-mum?

"It's my fault," I whispered. I didn't want it to be true but deep down I knew it was.

"What do you mean?" she said after she blew her nose.

"It's hard to explain,' I said.

"Can you please try?" Rebecca said. She looked so pathetic with her black mascara running down her face with her pink cheeks and red eyes that I couldn't say no.

I tried to explain the best I could about pure-bloods and what happened with Mum. I stumbled when I got to the part where I had the Second Sight but I told her anyway. I told her how I knew Esmeralda was coming and how Mum would die and how I knew James' dad would die. I told her how I knew it was all my fault and that Dad didn't take the news well when he found out I knew the Mum would die protecting me.

"It's not your fault, Alexis," Rebecca said when I was done.

"Yes it is."

"No it's not. There was nothing you could have done to stop Esmeralda and her husband from coming to find you. I mean, for heaven's sake, you were only six!" she exclaimed.

"I could have told Mum what I had seen," I whispered.

"Would Calla have believed you?" Rebecca asked. I didn't think so: young witches with the Second Sight were known not to have very accurate predictions.

"Dad blames me," I said.

"That's not true!" she protested but I knew it was a lie.

"Yes it is, he's never properly gotten over Mum and he's always blamed me. I mean, they were after me in the first place and she died protecting me. That makes it my fault," I sobbed.

"No. No, it doesn't. Esmeralda killed your mum: not you. It is Esmeralda's fault," Rebecca said firmly.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"It is the truth."

xxxxx

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hugs, kisses, sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
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