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i take a deep breath, readying myself for the night to come. my hair is loosely curled, reaching my waist and my Scarlett dress swishes about my ankles in an elegant fashion as i shuffle out of the room and down the stairs, feeling self conscious i opt to take a seat in the corner and keep my head down for about an hour before the room grows silent. i look up to see Ginny and Hermione sauntering down the steps, wearing short dresses and a bit too much make-up, they don't look slutty-much- they just obviously are quite new to looking grown up and using make-up and stuff.

"EVERYBODY, IT'S TIME FOR THE FATHER DAUGHTER DANCE!" Kingsley exclaims across the room, i look up, surveying the room. dad's talking animatedly to Harry, Ginny and Arthur waltzing aside Tonks and Ted and Hermione and her father (allowed into the building with her mother on special permission.) i take another deep breath, walking up to Remus, "hey um, will you umm, will you dance with me, please Remus?" i whisper, staring at dad as i speak. "are you sure that's appropriate Erica?" he asks me, "you're more of a father to me than dad ever was, please Remus, it would mean the world to me..." i beg him "okay, sure." he smiles, leading me onto the dance floor.

after about an hour of dancing with Remus, we both retreat to the corner of the room with a butter beer to chat.   
"I've got a question for you Remus," i state quietly, looking up form my drink to make eye contact.
"ask away Erica." she smiles warmly at me,
"why does dad love Harry more than me, what's wrong with me that he can't love me!?" i whimper
"he does love you Erica!" Remus exclaimed, shock clear on his face.
"no he doesn't, he can't even look at me! he doesn't care, and that's fine but i want to know why!"
"don't worry love." she whispers sympathetically, reaching out to rub my arm comfortingly.
"how can i not worry when there is something so wrong with me that even an accused murderer that left his kid alone for twelve years and is now committing, what I'm pretty sure counts as, child neglect seem incapable of loving me. no one could ever love me, i don't know why i keep trying. i wish Charlie hadn't of found me that day. i wish i had of jumped out that window..." i say, tears streaming down my hollowed out porcelain cheeks...

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