Warning: Contains abuse and kissing. Chapter not for everyone. July, 8 “WHAT DO YOU MEAN OUR DAUGHTER IS A WITCH?” My mother screamed from the living room, her voice waking me up. “Mrs. Granger, please” An unfamiliar squeaky sort-of pleaded. I heard my eldest sister, Hermione, sobbing as whipping filled the air. “STOP WITH THIS NONSENSE!” My father screamed, “SHE IS NOT A WITCH, OR WHATEVER YOU CALL HER!” “Please,” the unfamiliar voice pleaded again, “Just calm down and let me explain. I promise that it will make sense to you once I- “ “WE DON’T NEED EXPLAINING! WE UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING; OUR DAUGHTER IS A DISGRACE. SHE WAS ALWAYS ONE, CAUSING THINGS TO DISAPEAR AND BREAKING DISHES WITHOUT EXPLANATION! THEY’RE ALL LIKE THAT” Feeling confused, I existed my room. The sight was frightening; A tiny, white-bearded man stood on the table watching in horror as my father dragged Hermione to the stovetop, putting it on full heat as he pulled her hand over it. I watched in horror as Hermione screamed in agony, her blood-chilling scream filling the house. “Stop!” Cried the tiny man, “This is not how it is supposed to go. Maybe if we could sit down and- “ “We don’t need to sit down” My mother growled, noticing me, and pushing me to my room. Then she retreated to the living room as the violence continued. _____________ March, 11 The tutoring lessons with Luna had become a habit now. Every week, my sisters and I would go down to meet her in the library and learn BSL. I was starting to stop despising her, and we were becoming good friends. But that was not the only thing I got used to and that was not the only class I took once a week. Every Saturday, I would head towards the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom to learn non-verbal magic. ‘Inka, where are you going?’ Hermione scribbled on the notepad we used for conversations after dinner was over. I bit my lip, unable to think of a lie to tell her. I just could not tell her that I was learning non-verbal magic. Dumbledore forbade me from telling anyone, after all. ‘Just going to a study session with Luna’ I lied, scribbling the words on the paper, ‘I was struggling with Charms homework, and she offered to help me’ ‘I could help you’ wrote back, her face looking a bit hurt. ‘Sorry, but...’ I paused. How could I just say I did not need Hermione’s help? After everything she did to me? After all those times she protected me from our parents, about all the times she never gave up on me even though I could not hear a single Pindrop. ‘Well, I just remembered,’ Hermione scribbled, hiding something golden under her robes, ‘I have tutoring to attend’ I raised my eyebrow and started signing a couple of words I learnt a few weeks ago; ‘Tutoring? Since when you started tutoring?’ ‘Just now’ she wrote quickly, dropping the pen as if she just completed a big essay and running to the moving staircases. Causing a scene between the chatting students and teachers. Isabella and Jaqueline, who were just chatting with each other, raised eyebrows to me. I just shook my head in utter confusion. She is defiantly hiding something, I thought. Figuring I would solve this mystery later, I journeyed to the Defense against the Dark Arts class. But once I opened the door, I witnessed the unimaginable. Professor Lupin, the one who was teaching me stuff that could save my life was lying on the floor an extremely skinny man was on him, his lips pressed against Lupin’s. I recognized the man from Newspapers. It was Sirius Black. The mass-murderer. _________ September, 13 ‘You ready?’ Luna signed to me as I got out of the changing rooms. My blue Ravenclaw quidditch uniform fits me perfectly. ‘You’ll do great’ she signed to me as she left for the bleachers, and I went to the pitch. About a dozen other Ravenclaws were there. All chattering and talking. I saw Luna joining Iris, Dianna, and Rosalia sitting in the bleachers, both giving me an encouraging thumbs up. I smiled warmly back at them. The Ravenclaw quidditch captain: Rodger Davis shut everyone up. ‘Listen everyone’ I read his lips, though I struggled, ‘If you are here, you are here, you are here for keeper tryouts. If you are not, then please get kindly off the field’ ‘Right, when it is your turn, I will call your name and throw some Quaffles at you. The person who blocks the most will get the team. I hope you understand because I cannot find a simpler explanation.’ _______ Continued in N/C
I nodded in understanding as I watched the first set of canidents block goals. They were huge, some over six feet. I knew I could not compete against them; I was small and skinny for a thirteen-year-old even before my parents underfed me once they found out I became deaf. Soon, Rodger pointed to me. Indicating that it was my turn, I nodded, gripping my broom and stepping to the middle of the field. My hands shaking as I mounted the broom. This was it, if I scored less than five goals (which was the most goals the previous people had scored) I would not get the team. But if I scored more than I would make it. The score depended on me. I flew up to the goals, prepared to defend anything that came in my way. The wind rushed through my hair as the first Quaffle came rushing at me in a blur of red. I hit it with my head, barely hurting with the protective cap I had on. The next four ones were a close loss, as I almost missed them by a few millimeters. My heart pounded as I steadied myself on the broomstick. Sweat brewing from my eyebrow. Soon enough, the sixth one came hurling at me, faster than the others it was. It came rushing at me like a bullet. My instincts kicked in as I dove in to block it, my hand shooting the Quaffle back. A great triumph flooded me, I had done it. I got into the team. ________ Jaqueline: @Jackie_Granger Isabella: @Isabella-M-Granger Rosalia: @Josie-Johnson_Fanfic WOLFSTAR FOREVAAAAAA I rushed a bit while writing this, sowy THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTERRRRR! YAY! (jk, it's not. I tricked you all.. MWAHAHAHAHA!) But one more chapter to go...
