Sabrina ; The next generation

Twenty

Y'all know what day it is?

The day Cedric died...

Whoop whoop... or something.

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"What the actual fuck do you think you're doing?!"

I paused in the middle of eating my sandwich, looking at James who all of a sudden had apparated into the kitchen.

"Uh—" I looked down at my sandwich before looking at him again. "...well, I got hungry so I made myself a sandwich... I was really excited about it too..."

James reached over, grabbed my sandwich before he walked to the bin and threw it out.

"Oi!" I exclaimed. "What the hell, James?!"

A door opened before mum and dad both came walking into the kitchen to see what was going on.

"James?!" Mum scolded. "You cannot just—"

"Stay away from my girlfriend!" James yelled at me. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing but she's not even gay and she's with me so just piss off and leave her alone!"

"Why don't you calm down for a minute there, yeah?" Dad asked. "Dunno what your mum would say—"

"Are you sure about that, James?" I cut off my dad as I leaned on the counter and looked at my cousin who looked absolutely raging. "Because I recall your girlfriend calling me up while she was sleeping next to you."

"Yeah? And how did she get your number? You gave it to you when you told her you could satisfy her needs better than me!" He yelled. "Stay out of my relationship, Sabrina!"

I raised my middle finger at him but dad waved his wand at me and my hand was forced back down.

"What is he talking about, Bree?" Mum asked. "Don't tell me you've been meddling with his relationship."

"I haven't!"

"Yes you have!" James yelled. "You keep flirting with Hannah but romantically and sexually! She's straight, Sabrina, and she's not fucking available!"

"Then tell that to your girlfriend! Bet she's only with you because of who your dad is."

James pulled his wand out of rage and I laughed while holding up my hands in surrender.

"What're you gonna do? Hex me?"

"Alright that is quite enough!" Mum snapped. "James, go home to your parents and we will have a discussion with Sabrina."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the counter while James glared at me before disapparating.

Both of my parents looked at me with accusing looks and I sighed, knowing I was about to be lectured.

"James is overreacting." I said. "I never—"

I sighed. I had no idea what I was going to say. I just leaned against the counter and stared at the floor with my arms folded over my chest.

"Sabrina for Christ sake." Mum sighed. "I know you have a crush on this girl but—"

"I do not!" I laughed. "I was just messing with her... and look, it worked."

I pushed myself away from the counter and tried to leave the kitchen, ignoring my mum who told me to stay.

"Sit your ass down." She said trough gritted teeth, this time sounding angry to the point where I was scared to disobey her. "Right now."

"You better do why she says. You know she scares you when she gets angry." Dad said with a small snicker before I sighed and turned, taking a seat at the kitchen island.

"Bree, darling..." mum took a deep breath as she walked around the counter to look at me. "...I'm saying this because you've got no idea what it's like to be in love. What it's like to be in a relationship. You've never been in one as far as I know—"

I have actually but go off.

"...nothing hurts more than seeing someone knowingly try to destroy your relationship." Mum told me. "I experienced that firsthand and I am not really that interested in seeing my daughter do that to someone else. Why was James upset? Have you been trying to break up him and Hannah?"

"No!" I argued. "I haven't. I may have flirted a bit but when Hannah called me, I felt guilty and I shot her down. James shouldn't be talking to me... he should be talking to her."

I slid off the chair, placing a hand on my hip as I looked at my mum.

"And I have been in a relationship." I said. "I dated Alexander Nott before I accepted the fact that I'm gay."

I turned on my heel and marched out of the kitchen, continuing into the foyer before I turned around the corner and made my way up the stairs.

When I got to my room, I threw myself on my bed with a groan, burying my face into my pillow.

Maybe Hannah's not as perfect as I thought. I get that I led her on, but I felt bad for James so I rejected her and then she went on to snitch about me.

I rolled onto my back, staring up at the poster of Demi Lovato.

Then there was a knock at my door, causing me to sigh. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to either one of my parents.

But the door opened and I could recognise dads steps as he walked into my room. He closed the door behind him and shortly after he sat on the bed.

"I'm not a horrible person." I said. "I'm not."

"Of course not, Bina." Dad chuckled. "No one thinks so."

"Stop calling me that." I sighed, folding my arms over my chest.

"Sabrina—" he corrected himself. "...don't tell your mum I said this, but you were right. James and Hannah are in a relationship so the mature thing would be to take it up with her instead of yelling at you."

I pulled myself up to sit against the headboard, folding my legs.

"What did mum mean when she said she had experienced it firsthand?" I asked. "Mum's only ever loved you, hasn't she?"

Dad nodded.

"You already know your mum had a half-sister, right?" He asked, and I nodded. "It's... it's got something to do with her, but you should ask your mum if you truly want to know about it. It's still a sensitive topic so I want her to be able to tell you herself if that's what she wants."

I hummed.

"Did you leave mum for her?"

Dad let out a sigh as he looked at me, shaking his head slightly.

"Not exactly. Listen, Bina.. sorry... Sabrina— talk to your mum."

There's no way mum would actually tell me.

I don't know much about my parents youth. I knew some things but mum was actually quite private about her past. I know that she dated this guy who ended up stabbing her, and I know she lost one of her best friends... I know that two siblings came into her life when she was only seventeen. I know that she lost her little sister and then I know about the happy memories.

I also knew that she wouldn't want to answer most of them.

There was only really one person who could give me the answers I wanted.

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Watching deathly hallows part 2.

Fred died.
I cried.

Wait that rhymes...