The Time Turner

Happily Ever After?

So it's been a while since I actually wrote something since I've been incredibly busy with studying, but I finally finished it! I hope you enjoy this edition of TGWL's sequel! Please comment, vote, or sent a message to my inbox to convey your feelings on the sequel. The next chapter will be up on New Years Eve/Day, that's a promise. Also, Happy Holidays to all! (Sorry for  the possible over usage of  exclamation points)

-Sincerely yours, C.S.

"And everyone lived happily ever after". My mother, who'd been sitting at the edge of the bed, stood. My father stood as well and returned the chair he'd been sitting in to its normal position pushed underneath the desk. "Can't we hear another one?" My younger sister whined, more than asked. "It's time for bed". My father said firmly, though his eyes kind and patient. My mother's gentle eyes displayed much of the similar traits my father's did, but hers contained a flicker of emotion that danced behind her eyes, like a shadow. Not wanting to be seen, but nevertheless, still present. A mixture between a tiredness that made her appear as though she balanced the weight of the world on her shoulders and an odd melancholy.

But what was the underlying cause of this? My mother's life wasn't filled with sadness. Besides helping Harry Potter with his quests to defeat Voldemort, she lived the normal life of a Hogwarts student. Nothing out of the ordinary. "Please, Mum? Just another one?" My sister and brother began to beg, knowing that my mother would give in much easier than my father would.I elbowed my sister in the chest. "Don't be greedy". I commented. Our mother needed her rest as much as we did. She sighed, about to give up, but my father stepped in. "Goodnight sweetheart". He said, as he tucked the both of us into bed, and gave us a kiss goodnight on our foreheads. My father now stood in the threshold of the door, his arm wrapped around her waist. It appeared as if he were supporting her. As if when he let go, she'd slump to the floor into nothing more than a pile of skin and bones. "Goodnight, dears. We've got a big day tomorrow, so rest up. You'll be needing it". My mother was referring to our visit to Diagon Alley tomorrow. We were going to pick up my supplies for my first year at Hogwarts. "But Mum..." My sister began to whine once more. My father flicked off the light, signaling that his decision was final.

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There was something about tonight that made me unable to sleep. Perhaps it was the excitement. The thrill of being a step closer to attending Hogwarts, like my parents. So I laid awake in bed as my sister Alice, snored away. There was a distant sound in the background, that caused me to stir. Knowing that there was no way I'd possibly be able to sleep as of this moment, I decided to investigate. I crept through the hallways to the source of the noise, the wooden floors cool underneath my feet. I stopped abruptly outside of my parents' room. A dim light emitted from their room. When I poked my head around the corner, I was able to identify the peculiar sound. My mother. She was weeping in my father's arms, which muffled her cries. There was no need for her to blot her tears, because my father's shirt that now clung to his chest, seemed to absorb them all. He gently stroked her back, and whispered words of reassurance in her ear. Though, these sweet gestures seemed to do nothing for her nerves. "That's it, I can't watch you go through this anymore. I'm calling him". My father reached for the phone, not willing to separate himself from my mother. "Harry, listen. It's Scarlet.......No, she's fine.....We just need to discuss something with you...... So you'll be right over?.......See you soon". My father hung up the phone and returned to comforting my mother. It seemed forever in between the time the phone call ended, and the doorbell rung. When I could no longer stand the sound of my mother's cries, I revealed myself. "Mum?" She looked up from my father's chest. Her eyes puffy and bloodshot. She accepted me into her arms. And for whatever reason, without knowing the reason for my mother's sorrows, I soon found myself just as hysterical as my mother.