Good day! I'm Morgan
I love to write and this is my fifth..? story on SS. I'll try to post often but please understand my life is very busy at the moment. I'll most likely post a new chappie on Tuesday's since that's my only free day. Any whooo! On with the story
Oh! Simone is 15 and her sister is 13.
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter. That belongs solely to J.K. Rowling. This story is only for the entertainment of others. Chapter 1: The Rose and Ivory Headstone
Once again I find myself with a forced smile plastered onto my face and I can hear my laugh, ringing harshly in my ears. The sound is fake. Faker than the smile if you look closely. On the outside it may seem like I'm having the time of my life but, on the inside I'm dying to run away.
I'm Aimée Luna. I come from a long line of Pureblood wizards and witches and I'm the second youngest in my family. Tonight my parents are holding a party for all the richest Pureblood families. Most are from America but others have come from various places around the world. This party is another way for me to meet the richest young male and marry him. The thought made me gag.
The boy I had been talking with stared in my as I started to gag. I gave a small smile and excused myself, giving a low bow. I turned to leave him and made my way towards the stairs. I stopped at the foot of the stairs and glanced around. My mother and father where busy kissing up to an old couple. I was just about to start walking up the stairs when I felt someone tap my shoulder.
I turned around not caring to hide my anger. The person standing in front of me shocked me. "Grandma!" I cried out.
Uh-oh! I thought. My grandmother was always so strict. She never let me or my sister, Cécile, do anything! We were always told to sit with our backs straight, elbows off the table, speak only when spoken to and always listen to our elders. I, being the rebellious one, never listened to my grandmother.
"Trying to run away, are we?" My grandma asked, her voice stern but her eyes were full of laughter. I gave a small nod and avoided eye contact. "Very well. Better hurry before someone notices."
I blinked in shock. "Thanks grandma." I gave her a hug and ran up the stairs. Running was hard. My dress was tight and it dragged on the floor and my heels were to pinchy. Thankfully I made it up the long twisty stairs without being spotted. I made me way towards the guest room. The room had always been my favorite place to go in the big house.
The door to the balcony was open, which surprised me, but I shrugged it off. I sat with my legs dangling over the ledge. The only thing that was keeping me from falling was the white rails. I kicked my shoes off and watched as they fell to the ground. I then started to yank at the pins that held my hair up. That was when I heard his voice.
"Don't yank. It will only harm that pretty head of yours."
I jumped in surprise. I quickly scrambled to my feet. I looked to my right and saw him. He looked about my age. He had black hair that covered his eyes. He looked at me and I saw that his eyes were...
red?! I almost screamed at the sight. "W-Who are you?"
"Me?" He asked in an indifferent voice. "I am known as the Alley Cat. But you can call me Zane." He was teasing me! This boy had the nerve to tease me!
"Listen I don't really care who you are-"
"But you asked for my name, didn't you?" He asked walking towards me. He was smiling. It was a coy, arrogant smile. I wanted to slap that smile off his face.
"Whatever! Anyway..." I stopped. He was suddenly so close to me. I could feel his breath in my face. Close up his eyes were even scarier. I hadn't noticed but as he had been walking forward I had been moving backwards. I was now pinned against the wall. Zane had taken hold of my wrist and had them against the wall. His face was inches from mine.
"Stop. Please, stop. I'll do whatever you want just let me go." I begged. Tears were running down my face.
"Whatever I want?" He asked. His voice had lost that arrogant tone. Now he sounded bored. "I'll pass." He dropped my wrist and I fell to the ground. I cried silently with my head in my hands.
"Crying only makes you uglier so smile." He muttered. I didn't say anything. I had nothing to say to this person. "I'll see you around, Miss Luna." With that he walked to the rails and jumped. I stared in shock as I saw him walk away, unharmed by the fall.
I fell asleep that night sitting on the balcony, thinking about him.
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I woke the next morning with Cécile standing over me. My back hurt from leaning against the wall all night. "Everyone was worried about you! We thought you had been kidnapped!"
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you were the only one that thought that. You and your crazy mind." I looked at my younger sister. She had always been the one that looked more like our parents. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes while I had the brown hair and green eyes. Cécile always said that I had been switched at birth. Of course that was untrue but Cécile liked to make up stories. "Sit with me."
Cécile nodded and sat next to me. Her blonde hair was messy and there were bags under her eyes. I put my arm around her and held her close. "You didn't sleep well last night did you? Are you still having those dreams?" I asked. Cécile gave a small nod. I could tell she didn't want to talk about it so I didn't pry.
"I'm going riding today with him." She said in a small voice. I grinned. "He's taking me to a special place. I don't really know where but it seems fun."
"That's great! I'm glad he's taking you somewhere. I'll cover for you, as always." I poked her playfully. "Let me help you get ready." I stood and pulled her up with me. Cécile giggled and followed me into her room.
I helped her fix her hair into a simple ponytail and I picked out the perfect riding pants and a cute fitted shirt. She thanked me and ran out of the house.
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It wasn't until about noon that we got the phone call. My father was talking frantically into the phone while my mother cried. I didn't understand what was going on. It was all so confusing. My mother and father left without saying a word to me. Finally my grandmother told me the news. I couldn't help but think it was a joke. "There's no way that could be true." Those were the words I said to my grandmother before I ran.
I ran from the house. As I fled I ran straight into someone. It was him. My sister's only lover. The person I thought I could trust to take care of my sister. Seth Starr.
Seeing him caused something inside of me to snap. I had yelled at him. Hateful, unkind words. He didn't say anything just hung his head. I could see tears rolling down his face. This only made me madder. I slapped him. Hard. His face was full of shock and guilt.
Now here I am sitting in the grass with him, tears rolling down my face. I kept saying I'm sorry. He said it was fine but there was a bump from where I hit him. "H-How did it happen?"
"I took her to the waterfalls with the horses. I kept making sure no one was following 'cause you always tell me to do that.” He gave a sad smile. “Anyway, no one was there so I figured we were safe. As soon as we got there she fell into the water. I helped her out and went to grab a towel from the saddle bag. I was gone for five seconds then she began to cough. She said she was fine but she was coughing blood. I picked her up and carried her towards the horses but she kept moving! She got free from my arms and she fell to the ground, coughing. I tried to help her but she pushed me away.
“She said to me, ‘I love you. I love you more than anything in the world.’ She took my hand and kissed it. I told her to stop being stupid. I told her I would help her, that I would make sure she got out all right. At that she laughed. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, ‘Tell her I’m grateful to have a wonderful sister like her. Tell her that I love her and that I’m sorry.’ By then her heartbeat was slowing down. I tried to move so I could carry her but she was still holding onto my hand.” Seth looked away from me. “I’m so sorry Aimée. I couldn’t save her! I’m sorry.”
I shook my head and pulled the younger boy close. “It’s okay. There was nothing you could do. Please try not to blame yourself.” I kissed the top of his head causing him to blush. I smiled through my tears. “My sister…She would be sad to watch you beat yourself up about something. The best thing you can do is smile.”
“How can I smile when it hurts so much?” He asked his voice wavering. I couldn’t answer him. How could I when I couldn’t even do anything to protect my little sister.
The next day was the day of her burial. I was dressed in black like the others. I couldn’t bring tears to my eyes no matter how hard I tried. Everyone around me was crying but I couldn’t. Seth seemed to be the only one who understood this since his grip on my hand tightened every time I looked around.
When I walked towards her in the coffin I gazed down at her. If you hadn’t known Cécile in person then it might seem as if she was sleeping. But I knew my sister. She wasn’t sleeping. Her face had lost all of its color but there was a faint smile on her face. I couldn’t look at her. I dropped the white rose and ran.
I don’t know why I ran I just did. My feet carried me. To where? I can’t answer that because I wasn’t so sure myself. I heard footsteps following me. Seth. I stopped and allowed him to catch me. As he reached me he wrapped his arms around me and held me.
“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”
“No it’s not! She’s gone! I couldn’t do anything to help her! I’m a bad sister! I didn’t deserve her as my sister! She’s gone because I didn’t say something about everything that she told me! It’s my fault my little sister is gone!” I cried and face Seth. “Why? Why did she have to die? Why couldn’t it be me instead? Why her?”
Seth didn’t answer. I knew he wouldn’t yet I still asked those questions over and over again. After I had finished crying Seth took my hand and led me back to her.
“Smile. Remember to always smile.” His words haunted me. Zane had told me something similar. We had reached the place where my little sister lay buried in the earth. I looked at the headstone and gave a small smile. On it was her name, her birthday and her death day and the thing she always said the most:
Smile Forever and Always
I placed a single red rose on the ivory headstone and waved goodbye. “You’ll always be in my heart, my little butterfly.” Silently I added,
I will find the person that did this. I will make them pay. I took Seth’s offered hand and walked away. It didn’t hit me until later that I realized I had officially became the youngest in our family.
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Roses on the Grave - Sa16+ 
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