Love never ends

Failed

Karly POV

I found mom talking to Henry. She looked like she had been crying. That's when I saw Henry was sad too.
             "What happened?" I asked when I got over to them.
"Neal- Henry's dad- he... he's dead," Mom said.
My jaw dropped. Dead? Just like that. He's gone for years and then all of a sudden he's back. But he's not. He's dead. What if that happened to my dad? He just came into my life. Even if I put up the show I wasn't happy about it, about him coming so suddenly, deep down I was happy and glad he was here.
"I-I'm going to be right back," I ran back up the street. Hopefully George didn't get to far.
"We were looking for you. We think we found a way to get Karly's memories back."
I stoped when I heard Ave's voice. What memories were they talking about? I hid behind a tree and watched them, listening intently.
            "We need to give it to her soon. Your mum is going to kill me if I don't get you back home soon George. And according to the letter I got from Dumbledore, Harry is scheduled to come to Grimuald place soon. He's going to have questions and I need to be there. Your mum won't let anyone tell him anything if I don't," I heard my dad say. What was he talking about? Who was Harry? Where was Grimuald place? Tell him about what?
             "I know she won't. She won't let me and Fred in on anything either. Even though now we are of age," George said with a sigh.
            What the heck where they talking about? And why did it seem like I almost understood what they were saying.
           Ave put something in George's hand, "you give it to her. It will be better if your there when she gets them back. I need to get back. They'll be wondering where I am."
          Ave walked back to the path and left dad and George. Well dad, George, and me.
           Dad sighed, "I know it's awful of me, but I wish it would stay like this. Without her remembering."
          George looked at him. Appalled at the idea, "why? I know I don't wish that. I went through enough depression last year."
            "Because... she's safer here. There's no Voldemort, or death eaters. She doesn't have to live with people knowing her fathers a convicted murderer. I know I wanted her back so badly last year, but that was before he was back and now... now I'm worried they're going to make her a target."
             Voldemort? Death eaters? Convicted for murder? What?
            George sighed, "I get what your saying. I just... I can't live with out her remembering me. Sure she knows me but she doesn't remember me. Or herself. I miss the Karly who would roll her eyes and then laugh after we tried and failed to prank her. I miss the Karly who would tease me and Fred and would be the only one who could find a way to prank us. I-I miss the girl who would come to me first when she needed help or had a nightmare when she was little. I miss being able to hold her in my arms, and tell her it's okay after one of those awful nightmares she has. I-I miss her. I miss her."
             George has broken down into tears. I couldn't handle it anymore. I walked out over to him.
             "Hey. It's okay," I said softly.
              George put something in my hand. It was a small bottle containing some blue almost clear liquid.
              "Drink it. Please," he was begging me.
               The tears streaming down his face and his begging voice and eyes pushed me the rest of the way. I drank the blue liquid quickly.
              Nothing happened.
              "It didn't work did it? You still don't remember?"
              "Why is it so important that I do?" It had been driving me mad since the first time I heard someone say something along those lines. Why did it matter so much to them?
              "Because," George's voice cracked, "because I need you."
             He put something cold into my hand and kissed me. It didn't last as long as before, probably because we knew my dad was standing right behind us, but it was sweet.
             Before I knew it George had pulled away and him and my dad had seemingly disappeared. I fell to my knees and cried. What was wrong with me? Why was I crying? Why did I want to remember whatever they kept wanting me to remember?
              I looked at what George had put in my hand. It was a locket. It was heart shaped, with a beautiful flower design in the center. Taking a deep breath, my fingers slowly and gently opened the silver locket.
            There were two pictures on the inside. What surprised me more than the fact that the pictures were moving (actually moving!!) was that I was in them. A younger me.
             We didn't have any pictures of me or Henry from before this year. They had been destroyed in the fire in our old house in Boston. The one we lived in before we moved to New York. But I had never seen these pictures in my life.
           The picture on the left was me. Just me. I was grinning down at the camera. I couldn't be older than seven.  I was sitting in a tree, swinging my legs back and forth. I looked so... happy. You could see glimpse of a house behind me. It was tall and looked like it had had levels added onto it. But it looked homey and... familiar. Like I had seen it before.
             The second picture was younger than the first. In the background there was a sign that said 'Happy 13th birthday Karly' written on it in a curly writing. The two people in the picture were me and George. George's face had caked smeared across it on one side, but he was grinning like an idiot. I was grinning myself.
           I laughed when I saw George's face. I had just smashed cake into his face. He chased me around the Burrow until I tripped and fell into him. And I accidentally kissed him.
             I gasped. I remembered that moment. That moment at my 13th birthday party. Other memories flashed before my eyes. When I was five and was scared of a storm, how George snuggled with me till I fell back asleep. The time I pranked Fred and George by hexing their pillows to become soaked the instant they had any pressure applied to them. The night dad came back. Tom Riddle and the incident from my second year. Peter Pan. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George.
            George. Oh my gosh I need to let him know. He needs to know I remember. I put the locket around my neck so I didn't loose it and ran.
           Something jumped in front of me and I screamed. I fell backwards onto the dirt and leaves. There was a monkey... with wings. Standing in front of me. It made some noise and a woman with red hair in a black dress came out of the woods.
         "Oh Karly. How wonderful it is to see you."
        "Who are you? I have my memories so I know I've never met you before."
          The woman smiled a wicked smile, "my names Zelena."

                           A/N
And the wicked witch is here! I hate her so freaking much but unfortunately she's here. I know I said I might get another chapter posted yesterday but I fell asleep not to long after I posted the last chapter. And this chapter was long so it makes sense why I didn't post it. Super Bowl 51 was today. Patriots won. I didn't pay attention to any of it. I read and wrote here on Wattpad and snacked during the whole thing. I don't like football so I really didn't care.
Anyways, back on the topic of the chapter. Zelenas back. And Neal's dead 😭😭. I know he dies later in the season but I have to go off that so I can keep this going the way I want it to. What do you guys think will happen to Karly now that Zelenas there? Might get a chapter done tonight, but I make no promises. I'll try though! If I don't get it done tonight I will have it done my tomorrow. I'm trying (key word trying) to update every day, but that's probably going to end by sometime this week. Life is just too busy ya know? Anyways I'm going to stop talking so I can start writing the next chapter.
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-Hailea