Harry Potter and the Long Lost Sister

Such A Trivial Thing

Jane Pov (Flashback)
I feel my nails breaking and tearing as I try to grab on to the wall. I'm bleeding out buckets from the splinters. But I don't care. It's such a trivial thing in my mental list of priorities. The only thing that matters is him. I screech his name out. My throat burns with a raw open skin sensation that I completely ignore as I screech his name for seemingly the millionth time. But it doesn't help. I'm still being taken away. And so is he. We reach our hands out towards each other as we continue to belt each other's name for the other to hear. But he's getting farther away now. I kick at who has me. It's my dad. The tears stain my cheeks. Enough tears have left my eyes to fill about all the oceans. "DADDY PLEASE NOOO! I LOVE YOU DADDY! PLEASE!" I yell out with mercy. He ignores me. My brother is out of view now and I know there's no use screaming out his name so I'm yelling at my dad now. "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! DADDY PLEASE!" The tears are consistent. "SHUT UP!!!" I cry harder now. As I get carried or dragged more like, throughout the house I suddenly hear him. It's my brother. I hear him shriek and then yell " MOM NOO! JASSIIEEEE! JASSIE PLEASE HELP MEEEE!" I'm tired and had been starting to get less defiant. But that's enough to pull me over the edge. I yell his name so high the walls tremble. "NOOOO! DON'T HUURT HIIIM! " NO! NOOO!" My nails scratch on the walls making the most horrible sound. Well second worst in my opinion. Nothing beats my helpless brother a bit farther away yelling for me. I'm yelling and yelling. I bolt up right in my bed gasping for air. It had been a nightmare. No not a nightmare. Nightmares aren't real. It was horrible! I never want to remember that day again. As I slowly start to catch my breath I realize that my eyes aren't the only ones peering through the darkness of the night. I look around to find a Hufflepuff in my year, Vena May Smith(sorry I made him survive. I know! I know please don't hate me) sitting upright on her bed. I can barely make out her jet black hair and green eyes with an upturned nose(she is still a Smith) through the dark of night (ha ha real funny!...yes it gets dark in the Hufflepuff dormitories). "Umm. Jane, are you okay? You looked like you were having a fit" she says nervously. " Oh... I... was just remembering something scary. That's all, really!" I say in the most reassuring voice I can conjure up at the moment. "It must have been horrible! You seemed terrified!" I suddenly realize how tired her voice seems. " Oh well thanks for worrying and sorry for waking you up so late into the night but I'm okay now." " Oh, well that's good then. I'm going to sleep now so goodnight and umm, sweet dreams!" She says curtly and I hear the springs from her bed vibrate as she lowers herself back into her sheets and pillows.
My heart starts to slow down after a few moments and I start to realize just how sleepy I really am. I too lower myself down into my sheets and dream instead of how my first day of lessons will play out.