One Body...Two lives...A Harry Potter Romance/Mystery

Chapter 12

Recap

So, when I saw him walking down the street in my direction, I panicked and ducked into the nearest crevice, hiding against the wall.

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I felt a hand on my shoulder, and peered over it slowly, saddened that he had caught me.

Looking around, though, I suddenly found myself facing a dark alley. Its walls were dirty and the ground was littered; for a moment I thought I saw a splash of blood on the wall and hoped it was just my imagination.

I was slightly horrified and unnerved by the sight, but I couldn't take my eyes off.

Brought back by another tap on my arm, I looked down this time.

There stood a very short, old man, hunched over and very brittle looking. His face was dirty and his right eye was swollen, full of pus. His clothes were tattered and he wore no shoes to cover his jagged, bleeding, and yellowed toe nails.

"Gracious me, you're both back." He whispered to himself.

Stumbling forward, he tried to touch my hair.

Confused by his words, it seemed like I was paralyzed no matter how much I wanted to run away. "I can't believe you're real."

Avoiding his hand that came closer, I finally ran out of the alleyway, bumping into someone and continuing on my way in too much of a hurry.

Running up to my parents, I stood as close to dad as I could feeling the need for protection.

"Where did you go? We were about to eat lunch without you." He said, wrapping one arm around my shoulder.

"Oh, I just stumbled over something and got lost in the rush of people for a second. Sorry."

I then spent the next day packing and receiving every form of goodbye my parents could think of. Goodbye breakfast, goodbye lunch, goodbye dinner, goodbye movie night, goodbye family games, etc.

You name it, we did it.

They weren't very subtle on how much they would miss me, but I would miss them all the same.

And I felt a little guilty to see this too, but I also felt like I couldn't do anything else.

After all the events were over, I decided it would be best to go to bed extra early so that I could get up earlier to get ready.

"...nothing but this thing left of him.

It's not worth it anymore….I can't care for anyone.

Not anymore...not even myself."

Trembling she whispered the words over and over again to herself, as if they were for reassurance.

Trying to stand on her feet, she grabbed a stick off the floor next to her. It seemed small, but as she drew it closer to the door, her red hair shielding her face, it turned out to be a cane she was using to support herself.

She knew she didn't need it, but with her state, she was afraid someone just might see the pain that she was in.

No one could know...no one could ever see that she was capable of more than the fear she struck into her servants' hearts.

And if she crossed paths with one who didn't know what she could do to them, they would find out...

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Getting up in the morning, I took a shower first thing to wake myself up.

Today I decided to go fruity. In the shower I had used black raspberry vanilla shower gel and shampoo, and the same type of lotion and perfume.

I wasn't really for all that name brand perfume junk, they were all just too strong and had no real scent. I preferred body sprays that smelt of a garden or fresh picked fruit, more natural scents.

Finished with what I considered an important step to getting ready, I began to curl my hair.

Now, I know I could just 'magic' it into curls, but to do it manually was one of the few things I liked to do...to add a little normalcy to my everyday routine.

Lupin had tried to inform me on how I was to arrive; tried as in I turned it down.

I was to meet up with the oh-so famous Weasley family in which they would help escort me onto the train and into the castle.

Way to ruin my plans of surprise, huh?

It wasn't until he informed me that Harry's plans had recently changed, and that he was going to the station with some 'important friends' instead that I finally agreed.

If what he said was true, I should have enough time to find and meet the Weasley's, board the train, and sneak off to my own compartment before they can stop me....that is if they don't go along with my plan.

I know I should buckle in and not care, but once I've got a plan formed I just have to go through with it...how could I not?

I know it'll be fun in the end....it should be at least.

Also, I didn't want to attract any attention, being new and older, and that was exactly what I had asked for too. Since I was just too nervous to face a huge hall to start off with, Lupin made arrangements with the headmistress so that I could go straight to my dorm.

So I finished with this and headed out the door

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Bidding Lupin goodbye, I squeezed my eyes shut before making an attempt at my own life.

"Just run through the wall. You'll end up on the other side in where you will be boarding a train. Don't worry, you'll be fine. But, don't forget, a good friend of mine will be waiting to help you: Mrs. Weasley."

His words fresh in my memory, and my grip tightened onto the cart, I ran full force at the brick wall (a.k.a 9 3/4).

Surprised at the lack of impact and stumbling over my own feet, I crashed into the floor instead.

Lifting my head, eyes now open, I came to discover my cart having faced the same result, emptied of all my possessions.

Scattering to gather my clothes before someone kicks them away, I became increasingly aware of laughter behind me.

"George! Fred! Stop that this instant! This is not funny, now go help the poor girl."

Soon after, I felt a presence looming over me.

"Are you alright?" Crouching down to my level, she smiled at me, her bushy brunette hair bouncing about her shoulders.

Holding out her hand in help, I finally stood up and took a look around. The size of the room seemed incomprehensible compared to the small width of that wall.

"You must be Lynli?" she asked, regaining my attention as two pairs of feet finally decided to head in our direction.

"uh..yes...but I doubt you're Mrs. Weasley?"

Before she could answer, I felt a nudge on my shoulder and then someone whispered in my ear, "Ron wishes." and then, what I presumed to be Fred and George, continued stacking my luggage back onto the cart, bursting into laughter at their own little joke all the while.

Nervously laughing herself, the girl eyed the boys suspiciously before answering. "No, no, no. My names Hermione Granger, a friend of the Weasley's and Harry's, of course. This is Mrs. Weasley."

Holding out her arm, I turned in its direction to find myself breathless. My nose crushed into her shoulder. I thought my spine was ready to crack from the tight hug.