Here's chapter seven, guys!

Chapter 7: Mindless Daydreaming and Late-Night Talks
I don't not own Harry Potter nor do I own Alex Hendricks. They belong to J.K Rowling and CrazySammi respectively.

Author's Note: This chapter is split into two parts, so


The next few weeks were, well, odd. Alex and I kept bumping into each other at odd times, and the only thing on my mind seemed to be that kiss. It was just the mindless daydreaming of a teenage girl.

But exactly a week after Alex had kissed me, I found myself daycreaming in Charms, staring out the window. I had finished the test that had been passed out, and already turned it in. So there I was, staring out the window at the grounds and the lake.

"Miss Brant! Class is dismissed," the professor said to me in my ear. I looked up at her. She smiled and waited for me to gather my stuff. "I can understand, though...I heard about what happened with you and Mister Hendricks last week."

I gulped a little. She had heard? From whom?

"I hope things go well for you, AnnaLeah. And if you ever need anything, my office is always open for you and any of your friends."

I bolted up, clutching my chest, breathing deeply. My fifth year Charms professors words still rung in my ears. I shakily crawled out of bed and turned on the light. I looked at myself in the mirror.

My natural hair, long, shiny dark chocolate curls, was now messy, dull, and hung in limp curls around my face. My usually sparkling eyes were sunken and dark, navy-like colour compared to my usual ice blue.

I still hadn't changed out of my work uniform, a simple white blouse and black slacks. I stared at myself, and looked down, glaring at the ugly bruise on my right arm. A single tear rolled down my cheek and I let out a sob, sliding to the floor, wrapping my arms around my knees as I brought them up to my chest.

"Why, Alex?!" I cried aloud to empty silence, tipping my head against the bed. I could hear my nieces run up the stairs quickly, to see what was wrong, no doubt.

"A-a-aunt Anna?" the youngest, Cassandriana, said, stepping in. The girl was only nine, but she picked up on every little thing.

"Yes, sweetie?" I asked, looking up.

"Why do you always--"

"ANNALEAH! STOP YOUR CRYING AND LET MY DAUGHTER SLEEP!" Matthew shouted from the stairs. I sighed and nodded at Cass to leave.

Matthew walked in as Cass walked out, and jerked me up, causing me to yelp in pain as he gripped my wrists tightly.. "Stop your complaining. Alex isn't some pet you can order around. And I wouldn't know why he'd love you. Now shut up and go back to sleep."

I nodded silently, tears running down my face. I didn't even notice the slap against my cheek as Matt tried to get me to stop crying. I only jerked my wrists painfully out of Matthew's hands and turned on my heel, climbing back into my bed, waving my hand for Matt to leave.

I sighed as he left, and fell into a fitful sleep, more flashbacks from my Hogwarts days coming back to me.


Most of the chapters from now on will be like this. Anything in orange is a dream/flashback.


Jacqui