Adventures Of Raising Snapes Daughter (To Mend The Broken Heart book two)

Chapter Seventeen: What You've Done To Me

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I was lucky enough that all of this was happening during dinner, and I managed to run through the halls in my broken state without being seen. As soon as I hit the front doors, I pushed through them, which wasn't too hard since I had so much momentum on my side.

The rain was still pouring in buckets, the cold fridges water pelting and sliding off my skin in sharp rivulets, staining my body like a sheer coat of liquid glass. It instantly soaked my hair as I ran farther from the castle. I only managed to get about twenty feet away when I slipped in the mud. Losing my footing, I fell to the moist ground with a thump, followed by a splash, on my knees and hands.

Face down on the floor, I panted for breath, water slipping down my cheeks and gathering at my nose and lips, falling down in a steady thin stream. My entire body shook, and not just with the cold. But standing in the rain was nice; no one could tell that I was crying my crushed little heart out.

I stayed there, on my hands and knees, my salty years mingled with the pure rain water that fell from my face, hair matted and soaked, falling around my face in thick tendrils and sticking to my neck. My breathing was still labored. I had to dig my fingers into the soft mud so I wouldn't slip and fall over, face planting. Although, it wasn't as if it could get much worse. My skirt was drenched with both water and mud from the splash, and my arms up to my elbows were coated in the grainy brown substance.

I lifted one hand and used the back of it, th saner side, to wipe my eyes. A small line of mud trailed across my face, though as I looked up into the dreary dark sky, the water washed it all away. Chest heaving, I allowed myself to let it all out. No one cold see me unless they were really looking (and who would be?) and the pondinf noise of the rain blocked out my helpless cries pretty well.

I hiccuped a violent sob. "Why are you doing this to me?!" I screamed, my voice scratchy and going horse. "Why?!"

I heard pounding footsteps running towards me, feet splashing in the puddles shamelessly. I covered my face with my hands and shook with the desperate cries, letting the anguish take me over. As the footsteps got louder, I decided I didn't care anymore. I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered. Someone fell to their knees beside me, pulling me to their chest and wiping the hair from my face. "Claudinia, you'll catch a chill-!" my mothers anxious voice rang. I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. He said he doesn't love me..." I knew very well how pitiful and pathetic I sounded. Like a whimsy little girl with a broken heart. But it was more than that; I felt as if I couldn't go on any longer.

"Let's get you inside and we'll talk about this." She said, but f wasn't a question. She pulled me to my feet and walked me inside. At the door, Hermione and Luna were waiting for me. Luna draped a large, thick towel over my shaking form, and they all three scurried me up to my room.

Alicia was already there, lighting candles and with five steaming mugs of some drink: four looks like hot chocolate while the other was more of an orange color. Luna's eyes lit up as she grabbed the orange one. "Warm pumpkin juice..." She breathed in the scent. "It's very good for keeping the Rickerdacks away, you know." She looked to me, extending her cup. "Want some, dear?" I shook my head.

I collapsed onto my bed, laying there on my back, as I stared up at the ceiling. My mind was all fuzzy and numb. Luna perched herself beside me on the edge of the bed, pressing the back of her hand to my forehead. She sighed. "Must be the Nargles." She said fluffily, removing her hand and allowing it to drop to her side. I closed my puffy, swollen eyes, shaking my head. "No, Luna. It's not the Nargles this time. It's /him/."