You're my flashlight//Harry Potter ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Nobody should be alone on their birthday//2

I sat down on Hermione's bed, facing her. We started whispering, so we wouldn't wake the other roommates up. I kind of felt like a hypocrite – I told her to go to sleep, because I thought she would oversleep, but here I am, talking with her.

The conversation was shy at first and finally Hermione started talking to me about her early childhood. From the beginning she was a top student and had some trustworthy friends.

"It was terrible to tell them, that I was leaving for a whole school year, without any detailed information about the new school", she said, looking at her blanket. "I couldn't explain to them, that I'm a witch and I was leaving to a magical school and we could see each other only on holiday". She shook her head. You could see how much it hurt her. I didn't know, what to do, what to say, to even slightly comfort her, so I only squeezed her hand and, when she looked at me, I smiled sympathetically.

"What about you? Did you leave some friends behind you?", she asked.

I looked away. "N-no, I..." I sighed. It was hard to talk about it, but I wanted to do it so badly. Of course, my parents and I had a lot of conversations about that topic, but they probably never understood, what I had really felt.

"Do you want to tell me about that?", Hermione enquired, as she read my mind. I was in two minds. I didn't like to talk about my feelings with anyone, but at the same time all this started to overwhelm me. And I sensed that I could trust Hermione.

"Yeah", I finally said and started the story. I was staring at a shelf next to Hermione's bed, but I didn't really see it. My mind got back to my memories.

I kicked a ball. It flew a few feet away. I came closer to it, took into my hands, stood in the same place as before and I kicked it again. And again. And again. With every next kick the ball was going further, riskily close to the opened gate. But I didn't care about it. Why did they have to go to work exactly today? Why couldn't they stay with me? Their own presence would be enough. I didn't care about any gifts. They were awesome, but... But celebrating your own eight's birthday? Great. I finally kicked the ball with all my strength and I quietly yelled with pure frustration, giving away my anger. I wanted to spend some time with my parents so much!

I underestimated my strength.

The ball flew out on the road in the same moment, when some car was passing by. It didn't look like my thing was about to stop. The car rapidly stopped, lurching rearwards. Automatically, I covered my mouth. The ball finally stopped on the other side of the road. I heard the car's door slam. The driver got out. I ran out from the gate and I looked at the man, going in my direction. I opened my mouth to apologize him, but I didn't make it.

"You stupid little shit! How can anyone be so stupid?!" He stopped right before me, looking at me with no hidden rage. He shrank me down, when I heard such a cheesed off voice. "Your parents aren't intelligent either, huh?" There was a silence. "What? You won't even apologize, will you? That's the kind of behaviour children have nowadays! They're just a bunch of stupid, prideful...".

"Why are you insulting my sister, sir?" I heard a voice near me. I turned around and saw a boy next to me, I guess at the same age. I haven't seen him before, so why did he call me his sister?

However, the boy wasn't looking at me, but at that driver. Even though he was shorter than the man, he was looking him straight in the eyes. "If you want, you can talk with our parents. They won't be delighted, when they'll hear, with which adjectives you described my sister, sir".

I didn't know, in which game this boy was playing, but I joined it, because that man didn't look as confident as before. "Our parents are at home, right?", I asked the boy, pretending, like we were indeed siblings. He finally looked at me. "Don't they have some hearing in court today?".