"Where then?"
"Not on this Earth."
Hattie Black is the daughter of Sirius Black. Growing up she never had a set home, her parents weren't together and that meant she had to change between houses all of the time. Even during school holidays when she...
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In the Slytherin common room, Henry and Robbie had gone to bed and that is exactly where Hattie wanted to go but Dallin insisted she stayed up with him for a little bit. The girl sat curled p at the end of one of the black leather sofas the cuffs of her sleeves balled up in her fist to keep her arms covered as she had her knees pressed to her chest.
Dallin sat with his legs crossed and his head propped up against his hand on the arm of the sofa, watching Hattie as she stared intently at the fire which flickered and crackled in the empty room. "Why'd you do it?" He asked her breaking the silence.
Hattie's eyes shot up and looked at him, "What?"
"Why'd you, you know?" He nodded at her arms.
Looking down she fiddled with her sleeves more. "It feels nice," Hattie replied.
Dallin scooted closer to her and took her hands in his. Prying the fabric from her grip he slowly pulled the sleeves back so all of her arms were on show. "It may feel nice but it isn't, Hattie. You need to stop."
"I can't... I've tried."
Dallin scooped the girl up into his arms and sat her on his lap. Hattie rested against him as he slithered his arms around her waist and rocked her slightly. "Then I'll help you, two heads are better than one, beautiful." He pressed a kiss to her cheek leaving behind a rosy flush.
For some odd reason, the feeling that Dallin gave her when he held her and kissed her cheek was one that filled her with a whirling feeling that was sort of indescribable. She buried herself closer to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you." She mumbled.
"Anytime, gorgeous." He smiled and rubbing the small of her back.
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Sitting up in bed, Hattie spied the book Charlie had given her sat on her bedside on top of Peter Pan. She took it into her hands, used a spell to close the curtains around her bed and whispered "Lumos" and lit up her wand.
Hattie opened up the front cover and found that the first page had Charlie's handwriting scrawled across it.
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Looking down at the writing on the page, Hattie couldn't help but tear up. She read every word and heard Charlie's voice as if he was whispering it in her ears right beside her. The girl longed for Charlie to be sat next to her with now, she needed him.
Charlie is the only one that makes her feel better, even Dallin, who was so lovely and kind towards her, could never be like Charlie. Charlie made her feel happy like she was wanted whereas Dallin made her feel special but in a different way.
She liked Dallin, of course, she did. What's not to like about him?
But Charlie was who she needed in that moment, who she will always need and being apart from him was awful. She couldn't sneak out of her bed and cuddle up to him when she can't sleep or sit with him and watch the stars.
He wasn't there to call her baby girl and look after her and make sure she felt okay. Okay is all he cared about. As long as she felt okay that was good enough for him. It meant she was progressing, one step at a time.
Taking some ink and a quill Hattie turned the next page and scribbled:
She quickly shut the book and put it and the ink, wand and quill on her bedside table, shutting the same gap in the curtain before sinking down into her covers. Her tears spilt over her cheeks, dripping off of the bottom of her chin and splashing onto her shirt which belonged to her father when he was younger. It had the faded smell of his aftershave and the writing on the front was faded also. 'Guns N Roses' it should say but the letters are hard to make out. She didn't care though. It was comfortable and reached her knobbly knees.
She missed Charlie so badly and it hadn't even been twenty-four hours yet. How was she going to cope with months without him at a time?
She managed without him before, but that was also before he found out about her and now he was all she needed to stay grounded.
Both literally and metaphorically.
A/n-
This is short. I'm sorry.
However, thank you for your patience whilst I revised and took my exams.
