Trapped

Chapter 2

My father woke me up this morning to begin to get ready for my fourth year attending Hogwarts. Before I head off to Hogwarts I'm attending the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys. I had to wake up extra early to be there on time.

After getting dressed, I headed toward the kitchen where I noticed my dad making breakfast for me. I smile softly pushing my hair behind my ears before making my presence known. Dad turns around and smiles at me motioning for me to sit down at the breakfast table. He comes over placing my favorite breakfast before sitting across from me with his own plate.

A few minutes pass of me eating when I notice my dad staring at me. Do I have something on my face? I question him. He smiles at me affectionately. "No, I'm just gonna miss you. After you leave this morning for the game I won't see you again until Christmas time." I give my dad a small smile. It'll be okay dad we have been doing this for three years now and I will write to you all the time." Dad smiles at me before grabbing the empty plates putting them in the sink.

I look at the clock noticing it is time for me to head out and make my way over to my dad. "I wish you didn't have to work and were able to come with us." My dad pulls me into a hug, "Me too Melody, but I know you are in good hands. I expect to hear from you as soon as possible and please be careful your all I got left kiddo." I smile up at my dad kissing him on the cheek before heading towards our fireplace to meet the Weasleys.

I hate leaving my dad alone, but I have to go to school. There is a pang of guilt inside with leaving my dad all alone. My mother died years ago, my father never told me the full story on how she died but I don't remember her. I have pictures of the three of us together and she loved me I knew that from the stories told and just from the photos.

My dad lives all by himself when I'm not there. He never found another person to love after my mother died. He said he found his one true love and couldn't love another person enough. I get his point of view, but I also don't like him being alone. He told me I wouldn't understand until I find that one person to love.

After a quick moment, I was standing in the living room of the Weasley's in their fireplace. No one noticed my arrival assumingly because of all the yelling going on. I can hear Mrs. W screaming at the twins for something. Ron and Ginny must be upstairs. I was a bit further into the living room placing my backpack down on the floor before wandering through the rest of the house.

A few steps later I see Mr. W reading the paper in an armchair off the kitchen. I mumble a hello to him, but it goes unnoticed he was too engrossed in his paper. A bit further into the house, I see Mrs. W making breakfast and smile. After a moment she turns around and notices me standing there. Melody! She immediately comes overthrowing her arms around me.

She pulls back smiling at me. Before she can say anything else the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs comes. After a second the twins come around the corner. Did you say, Melody? Mrs. W moves a bit to the side to be the twins can see me before rushing at me. I let out a small yelp of surprise as they gather me in their arms.

I feel them begin to suffocate me and yell at them to let go. Mrs. W shoves them off telling us to sit down for breakfast. I begin to tell her I already ate but the twins shush me before pushing me to the chair in-between them. I give them a questioning look. She went all out because it is our last breakfast before we all leave for school. Fred whispers.

I nod my head at them. That's very sweet of her. The rest of the family begins coming down towards the kitchen saying their hellos to the other family members along with myself. The family begins eating breakfast and talking about the big game we were attending. Mr. W turns his attention towards me asking me who I was cheering for in the game. "If I'm going, to be honest, I don't really have a team to cheer for, I only really cheer for quidditch games when it's at school."