Why I Love ~Sequel To Entwined~

Never Going to Stop Saying Your Name

Chapter Three

Never Going To Stop Saying Your Name

            Aria walked through the streets of her new neighbourhood, rain pelting off her hood. The black hoodie she wore underneath her thin leather jacket wasn’t enough up against the chill of October winds.

The streets were mostly empty, and she was thankful for it. For two weeks she had been trying to keep the tears in, but now, alone in the rain, she tilted her head to the sky and cried.

The rain joined her tears as they fell, and few slipped into her mouth as she sobbed; face still pointed to the sky. She wanted to scream, to yell at the world for doing this to her.

Her hood had slipped off, and her blonde hair was soaked along with her clothes. Standing alone in the rain forever seemed like a good idea to her, as long as she didn’t have to go back to the apartment, were Mr and Mrs. Potter were hearing their son was going off to war.

More tears sprung from her eyes, but she wiped them away. It had been nearly two hours; James would be worried. So she walked back through the deserted streets, trying not to think.

The second she stepped through then door, James engulfed her in a hug. “Aria, where have you been?”

“I was walking,” she whispered, enjoying the warmth coming from him.

“You’re soaked!” he said and he started peeling off her jacket, then her hoodie. Pushing her into her bedroom, he turned on the shower “get in while I make some tea, and dress warmly; you probably caught pneumonia out there.”

Aria took of the rest of her soaked clothes and got into the shower, so hot it left her skin red. After she got out and put on her warmest flannels and a shirt that she had stolen from James, she walked down the hall, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floors.

She stopped at the end of the hall and peeked around the corner; James was standing in the kitchen, putting the tea on. She couldn’t imagine this little apartment without James, without his energy. She didn’t want to wake up every morning and not hear him singing as he tried to get me out of bed. She didn’t want to be able to hear his laugh all day every day. She didn’t want him to go.

“James?” she asked, stepping out of the shadowed hall.

He turned and smiled “You alright?”

“No,” her voice cracked and he walked forward, once again giving her the kind of hug no one else could. “No, James, I’m not okay.”

He stroked her hair “That’s alright, Aria, I’m not okay either.”

            It had been three weeks since James had told Aria he was leaving, and since then, everything had gone by so fast, yet so slow. And now it was the day they had both been dreading; James was getting on a train that would take him to the training base somewhere in Scotland.

Six people stood in the platform, all remorseful as the train slowly pulled into the station. There were hundreds of people, either leaving or sending a loved one away.

“Good luck James,” Mr. Potter said, giving his eldest son a hug “We love you, son, don’t forget.”

Mrs. Potter was holding a hanky to her mouth as she hugged her son, who was quiet a bit taller than she. “I love you baby,” she whispered, kissing his cheek.

“I love you to, Mum, Dad.” James said, turning to his siblings. “Be good guys, and keep Aria and my memory alive at school will ya?”

“Okay,” Albus and Lily said, giving their brother a hug. It was hard for them, seeing one of their role models leave. He had been the one who showed them the best hide and seek places, how to nick a cookie from the jar and saved them from peeves at Hogwarts.