Breaking Apart ; Harry Potter [2]

Chapter 1

Robyn sat on her bed, her soft mattress comforting her. Yet another book was in her hands as she hummed absent-mindedly, her eyes trailing over the black inked words on the yellowing paper. She was re-reading Alice in wonderland for the fifteenth time that summer.

It had only been a month or so since she left Hogwarts for the year but she found herself clutching on to the only thing that reminded her that the trio were real. That she actually made some friends. And that was the book Hermione and Ron had gave her.

Most days she was shut up in her room, reading or going over the events of her previous year.

She had only received one or two letters off Hermione and Ron but none off Harry. Robyn understood this as Harry lived with the Dursley's. The Dursley's were a horrible family.

There was Vernon, who was purple faced with hardly any neck. Then there was Petunia, Lily Potter's sister, who was a clean freak with maybe a bit too much neck and then you had Dudley, a fat lump of a boy who was spoiled silly and had a bad temper if he did not get his own way. And on top of that, his favourite sport was punching Harry which Robyn hated to think about and knew that she shouldn't pity Harry as it would not be what he wanted.

Robyn's room was on the smaller side but that was the way she liked it. It meant she got to fill the room with anything she wanted and it would be homely, not some spacious room that echoed eerily with emptiness.

The wall's were of a light blue and her furniture, like her wardrobe and dresser, were of the purest white. A big book case took over most of one of the walls and it was filled to the brim with books.

Robyn had gotten into reading in her First Year at Hogwarts when she knew everyone looked at her differently. It allowed her to imagine anything she wanted. She got to be everything she wasn't. But now Robyn found herself enjoying her life and the book case now had a thin layer of dust covering it.

"Robyn, honey, could you come down here please?" Robyn heard the angelic voice of her mother call up to her.

Robyn smiled and closed the book, standing up.

"Coming, Mom! Just a second." Robyn yelled down, her voice bouncing off the walls. She placed the book on her bed gently as if it would vanish before her very eyes.

Robyn then walked down the hall and descended down the wooden staircase to the living room.

Robyn's house wasn't a small one nor was it a mansion. The house had two levels. The bottom welcoming a spacious living room, a medium sized kitchen, a dining room and a big bathroom. The top floor had four bedrooms to which three were occupied and the other a guest bedroom.

Robyn had her room, then her brother occupied one and her parents shared one together. The top floor also had another two bathrooms.

Robyn smiled when her parents and brother came into view. It was the weekend, meaning her parents and brother didn't have to go into the Ministry for work. Though some saturdays they did.

Robyn was the spitting image of her mother. Her mother had long, wavey brown hair with matching hazel eyes. She was a tall woman but that did not stop her father and Alex being several inches taller than her.

Her mothers name was Ebony Louise Thompson and she was a kind woman. She always held a smile on her face no matter what.

That was what Robyn admired about her the most. She could smile through anything. Ebony had slight wrinkles by her eyes and she had visible laughter lines, but Robyn thought that made her all the more welcoming. Ebony was a thin lady but a healthy thin, her cheekbones were defined but not enough to make her look ill. A natual healthy glow painted her skin as light freckles took over her cheeks and arms.