✘ Bloodlines ✘ ϟ Harry Potter ϟ

⌘ Kamaria ⌘

"If everyone holds up the sky, then one person does not become tired."

Kamaria could never remember where she heard that quote from, but every time she had her four best friends standing by her side in some kind of act of defiance, it was always this quote that came to mind. Well, I guess, now it's only her three best friends.

Calliah Caddarick, the second oldest member of their small group (only by 12 minutes, Luther, her brother has to remind them) had been kidnapped the winter break of the first year at Hogwarts. Luther and Calliah had gone home, and only Luther came back. Kamaria remembered how broken Luther looked when he came back. He was only eleven at the time. She remembered his pale face and his shaking hands and the tears shimmering in his brilliant green eyes. He had held it together so well. He didn't let a single tear fall until Kamaria reached up to hug him. She remembered how confused she was, how little she knew. Sometimes, when she just sat and thought, she could still feel Luther's body shaking against hers as he sobbed. She could still hear his heartbreaking sobs. Sometimes, on days like today, she was brought back to the day when she lost one of her best friends.

"Liefling?"

Kamaria was drawn from her reminiscing by the sound of her father's voice. She turned away from the window she was staring so deeply into and smiled at her father. He gave her a sad smile. It was only then that she realized that she was crying. Her smile fell as she reached up to touch the tears that rolled down her cheeks and dripped down her chin. She swallowed hard as she her throat swelled up. Her nose burned as a storm of ugly crying brewed in her body.

Kraggedagte Upendo could hardly bear to see his only daughter withhold all of her emotions. The tears still fell from her 

brown eyes, but the way she shook her head and squinted up her face, he could tell she was trying to hold back the worst of it.

"Liefling...." When he repeated her nickname, all of Kamaria's walls and dams flooded. Kraggedagte fell to his knees beside her window seat as she rolled her body towards him. She brought her legs to her chest, locking her hands and book between her knees and her chest, and pushed her forehead into her father's chest as she cried. Kraggedagte's heart broke hearing his daughter sob. He put his arms around her and held her close to himself.

"I miss her so much," Kamaria said through sobs.

"I know, Liefling, I know. We all do," Kraggedagte told his daughter in hopes to calm her down. It had been three years since Calliah had gone missing. There was hardly ever a break when the three families were out looking for her. However, the Caddaricks had long since given up all hope. The only Caddarick still looking for her was Luther. He was most likely in Romania at this current moment with the Kiollsigs or the Jomeis. Kamaria and her parents had just recently returned themselves.

"How could they stop looking for her? How could they say she's dead?" Kamaria asked, her sobs calming enough to make coherent sentences. Kraggedagte sighed and pulled away from his daughter and took her face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

"I don't know why the Caddaricks gave up on Calliah. I don't know why they refuse to look for her. What I do know is that Calliah is a strong willed girl who has spent the last four years of her life living in hell. What I do know is that we will find her. And when we do, she'll be a little broken, and a little scared, but-"

"But we'll help her. We will always help anyone and everyone," Kamaria said, repeating the family saying, shutting her eyes and using the words to calm her breathing. Kraggedagte kissed her forehead.

"Exactly, Liefling. We help people. We'll find her. I promise." He finished with his broad, loving smile. Just then, Dra-Geduld, Kamaria's mother, walked through the door.