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Cassiopia Malfoy · 05-28-2011, 12:49 AM

Chapter Fourteen: Unforgettable

Dear Diary,

Goodbye.

Mel sighed in frustration, this was the tenth entry for her diary that had exactly three words and then was finished, it was the tenth in a row that had the exact same feel of emptiness to it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't work things out. Dropping the diary into her school bag she slipped out of Hogwarts despite it being nearly curfew and headed towards the lake, no one would be out there this late and in the pouring rain, that was just illogical. But despite the rain and the darkness, there were two people out there. Lily Potter and Septimus Snape, the former was half crying onto the latter's shoulder and Mel had the sudden feeling that she shouldn't be there.

"I just miss them so much Sep, I can't stop wishing they weren't gone." Lily sobbed, and Mel felt herself suddenly be stabbed with curiosity, who was Lily talking about? "And to know that they are still alive, and there's nothing I can do about this, it hurts, it hurts so much."

"Shh, it'll be okay Lily, we'll get your parents out of wherever they are." Septimus whispered, but Mel barely heard him, and when she figured out what he had said, she wasn't positive she heard him right. "You know we will."

"I know, I know, I just can't stand waiting." Lily half laughed, half cried, hugging Septimus tighter.

It was at this moment Mel realized she had to leave, she was eavesdropping and almost interrupting a moment between Lily and Septimus. As she nearly bolted towards the Herbology buildings, since no one would be there, she realized what they had been saying. Mr and Mrs Potter were alive, but her mum, wasn't. Tears sprung to Mel's eyes like fireworks exploding in the air, hot and fast. Running along the outside one of the buildings, Mel didn't notice the figure that was staring up at the sky ahead of her until she barreled into him, nearly knocking them both over.

"Whoa, you alright Amanda?" Skar Longbottom asked surprised as he barely caught her waist, stopping her from falling into the puddle of mud beneath them. She gulped, not being able to say anything, her only response was a slight shake of the head and more tears pouring out. "Come on, I'll take you inside." He muttered, he picked her up bridal style and then proceeded to carry her inside, but instead of leaving her in the entrance hall like she expected him to do, he continued to carry her until they reached a painting of a bowl of fruit. Upon arriving, Skar placed Mel on her feet and tickled the pear near the center of the painting.

"W-what is this place?" Mel mumbled as she stood their shivering, Skar just smirked and led her into a large spacious room filled with house-elves, it was the kitchens. Seeing the two of them a tiny house elf darted away only to shortly reappear with blankets and tea.

"Thanks Stolly," Skar briefly greeted the house elf with a handshake and then wrapped Mel up in the blanket, sat her down in a large comfy chair that was positioned in front of a roaring fireplace, and then placed the tea before her. "So, wanna talk about it?" He attempt to ask casually.

"Not really, it's something incredibly stupid." Mel sniffled, looking up from her feet which she was trying to maintain a dead-pan stare with. She saw Skar looking at her with earnest eyes.

"I doubt it, you don't seem like the kind of person that would cry over something incredibly stupid." Skar shrugged, clasping his hands together.

"How did you come to that conclusion?"

"You're a smart girl, that's all."

"I missed my mum, and I- it's hard to explain, I guess I was just jealous of someone because they're parents were still alive, and mine are dead."

"That's something completely normal to cry about, there's nothing stupid about that."

"My mum has been dead for two years, don't you think I should have been over it by now?"

"Let me tell you a story of a little boy. It all started out when he was just a baby, his parents were tortured past insanity with the cruciatus curse by Bellatrix Lestrange. So the boy then grew up with his grandmother, never feeling like he was good enough, he didn't have the moral support he needed from his parents. Now, they were still alive, but they, they weren't the same, it was almost as if they had been subjected to the dementors kiss. They were completely empty inside. This boy, he never forgot them, he cried himself to sleep nearly everyday after he visited his parents, it was almost as if visiting their graves, almost."

"He always had a little bit hope that they would get better, similar to the hope of a parent not being dead. As time wore on his hope never faded, it remained clear and strong, because he loved his parents so much." Skar paused, as he took a deep breath he felt his eyes begin to water. "When he grew up he spent endless hours on research to see if there was anything he could do for his parents, anything that he could find that would help them in the least bit, and he did. One day, he did find out the information he needed, he then began the long work of spell-mongering, to create a spell that would set right the damage that had been inflicted upon his parents, and to this very day, he still works on it. Now this boy, now a man, is none other then my father, Professor Lonbottom."

"Oh Merlin, I didn't know, I'm so sorry Skar." Mel reached her hands across and gently took Skar's in her own. "I- I, I don't know what to say."

"It's alright, you don't have to say anything." Skar gave her a weak smile.

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Cassiopia Malfoy Snidget Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: New England Posts: 2,704 Hogwarts RPG Name: Kaylee Strap First Year	Dragon..Dragon..Draco.. \| \| Sirius Lee Black Chapter Fourteen: Unforgettable Dear Diary, Goodbye. Mel sighed in frustration, this was the tenth entry for her diary that had exactly three words and then was finished, it was the tenth in a row that had the exact same feel of emptiness to it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't work things out. Dropping the diary into her school bag she slipped out of Hogwarts despite it being nearly curfew and headed towards the lake, no one would be out there this late and in the pouring rain, that was just illogical. But despite the rain and the darkness, there were two people out there. Lily Potter and Septimus Snape, the former was half crying onto the latter's shoulder and Mel had the sudden feeling that she shouldn't be there. "I just miss them so much Sep, I can't stop wishing they weren't gone." Lily sobbed, and Mel felt herself suddenly be stabbed with curiosity, who was Lily talking about? "And to know that they are still alive, and there's nothing I can do about this, it hurts, it hurts so much." "Shh, it'll be okay Lily, we'll get your parents out of wherever they are." Septimus whispered, but Mel barely heard him, and when she figured out what he had said, she wasn't positive she heard him right. "You know we will." "I know, I know, I just can't stand waiting." Lily half laughed, half cried, hugging Septimus tighter. It was at this moment Mel realized she had to leave, she was eavesdropping and almost interrupting a moment between Lily and Septimus. As she nearly bolted towards the Herbology buildings, since no one would be there, she realized what they had been saying. Mr and Mrs Potter were alive, but her mum, wasn't. Tears sprung to Mel's eyes like fireworks exploding in the air, hot and fast. Running along the outside one of the buildings, Mel didn't notice the figure that was staring up at the sky ahead of her until she barreled into him, nearly knocking them both over. "Whoa, you alright Amanda?" Skar Longbottom asked surprised as he barely caught her waist, stopping her from falling into the puddle of mud beneath them. She gulped, not being able to say anything, her only response was a slight shake of the head and more tears pouring out. "Come on, I'll take you inside." He muttered, he picked her up bridal style and then proceeded to carry her inside, but instead of leaving her in the entrance hall like she expected him to do, he continued to carry her until they reached a painting of a bowl of fruit. Upon arriving, Skar placed Mel on her feet and tickled the pear near the center of the painting. "W-what is this place?" Mel mumbled as she stood their shivering, Skar just smirked and led her into a large spacious room filled with house-elves, it was the kitchens. Seeing the two of them a tiny house elf darted away only to shortly reappear with blankets and tea. "Thanks Stolly," Skar briefly greeted the house elf with a handshake and then wrapped Mel up in the blanket, sat her down in a large comfy chair that was positioned in front of a roaring fireplace, and then placed the tea before her. "So, wanna talk about it?" He attempt to ask casually. "Not really, it's something incredibly stupid." Mel sniffled, looking up from her feet which she was trying to maintain a dead-pan stare with. She saw Skar looking at her with earnest eyes. "I doubt it, you don't seem like the kind of person that would cry over something incredibly stupid." Skar shrugged, clasping his hands together. "How did you come to that conclusion?" "You're a smart girl, that's all." "I missed my mum, and I- it's hard to explain, I guess I was just jealous of someone because they're parents were still alive, and mine are dead." "That's something completely normal to cry about, there's nothing stupid about that." "My mum has been dead for two years, don't you think I should have been over it by now?" "Let me tell you a story of a little boy. It all started out when he was just a baby, his parents were tortured past insanity with the cruciatus curse by Bellatrix Lestrange. So the boy then grew up with his grandmother, never feeling like he was good enough, he didn't have the moral support he needed from his parents. Now, they were still alive, but they, they weren't the same, it was almost as if they had been subjected to the dementors kiss. They were completely empty inside. This boy, he never forgot them, he cried himself to sleep nearly everyday after he visited his parents, it was almost as if visiting their graves, almost." "He always had a little bit hope that they would get better, similar to the hope of a parent not being dead. As time wore on his hope never faded, it remained clear and strong, because he loved his parents so much." Skar paused, as he took a deep breath he felt his eyes begin to water. "When he grew up he spent endless hours on research to see if there was anything he could do for his parents, anything that he could find that would help them in the least bit, and he did. One day, he did find out the information he needed, he then began the long work of spell-mongering, to create a spell that would set right the damage that had been inflicted upon his parents, and to this very day, he still works on it. Now this boy, now a man, is none other then my father, Professor Lonbottom." "Oh Merlin, I didn't know, I'm so sorry Skar." Mel reached her hands across and gently took Skar's in her own. "I- I, I don't know what to say." "It's alright, you don't have to say anything." Skar gave her a weak smile. __________________ Floating, in the distance.