Living In The Moment (HP Next Gen)

The moment two worlds collided

15: The moment two worlds collided

Thankfully both of us got to my place with all of our limbs still attached. I took a deep sigh and wondered what would be going on within those four walls that made my mother forget all about picking me up.

My house really wasn't all that special, but I thought it was rather nice. With only two bedrooms and one bathroom, the house had everything my family needed really. On the first floor we had a small, but decent kitchen, a nice and big living room and an office my father domineered when he ventured home.

I took another deep breath, before letting go of Potter's arm and walking up to the front door. I heaved my trunk on the porch, found the key in the right hiding spot and opened the door. I gave Potter an apologetic look in advance, before I carefully stepped into the house that was supposed to be my home.

I could hear my father screaming before my foot touched the ground and closed my eyes. Without a word to Potter, I put my trunk in the hallway and motioned for him to do the same. Silently and rather stealthily, if I do say so myself, we made our way to my room. I closed the door behind us and leaned against it as Potter silently took in my room. I heard a crash from downstairs and cringed.

I followed Potter's eyes over my bookcase, to my television and the couple of pictures on my desk.

"Shouldn't we greet your parents?" he finally asked me after a silence that had felt like ten seconds, but was probably more like 10 minutes in reality.

I shook my head. "Bad time to go down there," I told him with a small voice. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and, when I felt like I was well enough to move again, went to sit on my king sized bed. Potter followed suit and sat down in front of me, mirroring my position so that we both were sat with our legs crossed.

I looked up from our legs and the kindness and worry I saw in Potter's eyes, made me quickly study the wall as if it was the most fascinating thing on this planet.

"Woodstock," Potter started softly, but stopped when he noticed that my gaze was glued to the wall. I couldn't bear to see the pity in his eyes again. I didn't need his bloody pity.

"Rose," Potter breathed. He put his finger under my chin and made me look at him. I stopped breathing and prayed to whoever would listen that I wouldn't start crying. "Is there something you need to tell me about your family?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, is there?"

Potter gave a deep sigh, before he pulled me even closer to him. I tried to get away, not really sure what was going on, but Potter's grip was firm. "Will you just sit still for a moment?" Potter exclaimed, rather annoyed. I heard another crash from downstairs and immediately ceased. I knew I looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but I couldn't stop. I hated the fact that Potter saw me at my weakest, but it wasn't like I could hide the fact that my father was such a twat right now. It was only now, when I had stopped struggling so, that I realised where Potter's hands were. One was on my hip and the other held my arm in a strong grip.

He opened his mouth to say whatever, but I beat him to it. "My father has some anger issues," I said softly.

Potter raised an eyebrow at that. "Yes, I can hear that," he stated gently. "My question is if he-" He stopped, unsure of what to say. I knew what he wanted to ask and dreaded the fact that he actually expected an answer to this question. Potter messed up his hair with his hand, before he steadily continued with his new found courage. "Does he hit you, Woodstock?"

I inhaled sharply at the words and held my breath as I bit my lip unsurely. I didn't like talking about this and the only people that even knew what went on this house were Ben and Cassie. Ben because he lived next door and could hear the crashing and verbal bashing and Cassandra because she saw me burst into tears once. I liked to be in control and when I told people what happened at home, I was as far from being in control as I could be.