Harry Potter and the Long Lost Sister

I Couldn't Take It

Jane Pov (Flashback)

"Daddy!" I squeaked happily. "Dad!" my brother called.

Father POV (Flashback)
I groaned internally, but put on a fake smile. I was tired, and the last thing I needed or wanted at the moment was to look after two rambunctious children. However, they were MY children and so it was sort of my job to do so.

"Daddy, I made you a drawing!" said my little boy. He had my hair, my pale skin, and my eyes. Although, his eyes gave off a certain warmth that contrasted with my cold ones. "Daddy, I made you one too!" said my little girl.

She was an odd mix of my wife and I. She had an aura about her. She gave off a sense of something... strange. She was different. She scared me from time to time. Unnaturally brilliant, she was. Too much for her own good. She always got so attached to things. My son didn't. He didn't obsess over me. Jassie on the other hand did nothing, but try to win my utmost love and approval. Something I could never give her. I tried to love her, I did, but it truly was hopeless.

"Dad can we play Wizards' Chess?" asked my son, his light eyes the size of saucers beaming up at me.
"But daddy, you said you would play Quidditch with me!", exclaimed my daughter, trying and failing to imitate the same look her brother had given me.

"No he's gonna play with me!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

Oh brother. I knew where this was going.

"He's playing with me! He promised!"

I had. But, I really didn't want to.

"Yeah, because he keeps his promises to you ALL the time!"

Am I that bad of a father? I don't even like Wizard's Chess.

"HEY! THAT IS NOT COOL!"

This was getting on my nerves.

"It's the truth!"

How much longer would this go on for?

"NO. IT'S. NO"---

I couldn't take it.

"EEENNNNOOOOOUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

The two kids stopped at once.

"Of course son. Lets go play some Wizards' Chess." I responded.

I watched as my son's face lit up in a bright smile. My gaze shifted to see the heartbroken face of my daughter as realization dawned on her that, once again, I had backed out of my promise. "B-but dad" "I said enough! I don't want to hear another word from you." I said sternly. "Yes, daddy.", she responded and with one swift motion she was gone from sight. I followed my son to the table where the game had been set up and tried not to feel guilty as I imagined how much fun it would've been to be playing quidditch right about now.

Jane Pov (Flashback)

I quickly ran off to find my mother. My mother was a beautiful woman, but something about her made her look somewhat sickly. She was of average stature and very skinny. Her wavy hair, warm brown eyes, fair skin with a seemingly permanent blush on her cheeks, and her captivating smile made it rather obvious that my father would've fancied her all those many moons ago. 

I find her in the kitchen looking through cookbooks. The second she sees me, she knows. I have tears rolling down my cheeks, my eyes are puffy, my face is red, and short breathless gasps come out of my mouth breaking the silence of my quiet sobs. This has happened before. My dad never keeps his promises. In an instant I'm enveloped in a warm hug. 

I wriggle myself out of the hug after a few seconds. Mother suggests that I help her look for a dessert to make and that we can even prepare it "the muggle way". I say no and run out of the kitchen and through the house until I reach the family library. I stay there for the rest of the day. Reading and crying. Immersing myself in the words on the pages, while suppressing the emotions and the thoughts running through my head. 

I don't love my mother. I care for her, obviously, but love is too strong a word. Maybe it's because I already have her love. So, I don't want it. I want his love--my father's. I guess it's true what they say. You only want what you can't have and what you do have, you take for granted. Nonetheless, I fall asleep crying with a book held close to my chest and thoughts about winning the affection of the only person who's affection I've never gotten in my head.

Jane POV (Present day)

I wake up in the middle of the night crying. I try to stifle the noise attempting to make it's way out so as to not wake the other Hufflepuffs. I manage to silence myself, but am unsuccessful in not waking anyone up. I turn and see the same eyes and upturned nosed face as last time staring at me through the dark veil of the night. "Bad dream again?", asks Vena. "Yeah", I say. It comes out as a bit of a laugh. "Do you want to talk about it?", she questions, this time a bit nervously. "No, that's fine, thanks. Just a dream. I'll be fine.", I respond. "Okay then. You can talk to me...if you ever did...want to talk...about...them." she says almost like a whisper. "Thank you, Vena. Goodnight." I say, putting an end to the conversation. I lay back down on the bed and turn to have my back facing her and a few seconds later I hear her do the same. I eventually fall asleep, this time without the repressed memories.