Down Here

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There's always been something about the open road that has cleared my twisted thoughts. I'm not entirely sure why, possibly the solitude or the knowledge that there is absolutely no one that I need to put any sort of face on for. Whatever the reason, even with the warm summer rain pounding down on my goggles and bike, I feel a little more at ease than I did before I began this small 'holiday'.

Now the reason I put it like that? Well it's a long story, and one that I prefer not to dwell on in fear of pulling out my hair. Which considering I am currently on what some people consider a two wheeled death machine in the rain flying through the sinuous Swiss mountain  roads running between the long journey from Winterthur in the north to Lugano in the south it might not be advisable to pull my hands from the bars at thus given moment. Of course at this moment I am still heading east towards St. Gallen taking all the less travelled paths that would extend my journey even further. Technically the trip going directly from Winterthur to Lugano would take around three hours, I needed much more.

In fact, I needed about 12 days. That's how long I have in between the summer and fall sessions before I'm able to return to my school. University now I guess considering I graduated the 'prep school' part of the school and am now attending the even more prestigious Swiss accredited university. Even with the extra time taken out I think I'll still end up going over to Geneva unless I find some town with a particularly nice river or something like that to stay in for a few extra days.

I still don't understand why exactly I need to leave the school between the sessions, it's quite inconvenient for me. They can do it though, nothing that I can do to change that. Some of the best minds attend my school, or at least that is what the school bored boast to prospective students and parents when they want a particular diplomat or in some cases royal family member to enrol. They also have some of the richest kids, and those don't really need intelligence to excel. If you want to be technical about it, I could easily be grouped with those students. My parents were quite rich. The old money of the Black family has only gown in stature as time has progressed. This is why I am able to buy a motorbike and take a trip alone though a foreign country that I have already lived and studied in for the past two years without even putting a scratch in my bank account.

When my parents informed me that they didn't want me to come back with my younger brother once again the told me that they put and extra 10,000 CHF into my account. To them this was pocket change. Hush money. So that I didn't let slip that I didn't have the choice to return home, so that their friends in high places wouldn't question the absence of the Black's oldest son.

"Oh, we let him go on holiday around Switzerland" sounds much better than "we don't want our son home because we despise the sight of him and everything he stands for."

No, that wouldn't be an acceptable way to present yourself in 'high society'. To them, it was much easier to send me away then deal with me. They even had my younger brother Regulus, the only one who cared for me in the slightest, apply to Cambridge so that he wouldn't be near me anymore. Too afraid I'd influence him in some way. More than ever their actions make me believe that love isn't possible if they can't even love their own son.

All these thoughts make me turn my face down slightly and roll the throttle just a bit more than what is considered safe as I sweep around yet another tight corner. I feel my rear tire spin and I have to compensate so the bike doesn't spin out from under me entirely. At least this stops my mind. Thinking.. one of the most deadly things I have ever come across, silence.

Only twelve more days, then I'll be back in my single dorm at Hogwarts. James and Peter will be in their own quarters near mine a couple of days later and I'll be able to resume my charade with the distraction of my only two friends. Just twelve days.

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