Ch.4 - The Stable

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"I'LL BRING UP
SOME
POTATOES

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Alice fell silent again, and looked down at her bare feet.
She still didn't have any shoes, but she didn't really care anymore.
She was used to it.

Ron put an arm around her, and tears fell silently down her face.
She was scared.

Henry, I'm sorry just answer me!

She still got no answer.
She couldn't go on not knowing if he was truly dead.

HENRY!

She held his scarf close to her face, and she cried.

No one said anything.
They just watched.

What else could they do?

She thought that by going with Ms. Weasley, that her life would change, that she could have a fresh start.
But this year was worse than the last, for she found buried secrets that only she knew.

HENRY ANSWER ME!

Alice was getting desperate.
He still wasn't responding.

She was afraid that the things she knew would endanger her friends, and she didn't even know what she was supposed to know.

It was strange.
It was like it those memories were taken from her on purpose.
But who would do that?

HENRY I DIDNT MEAN TO KILL THEM!

She stopped crying.
She stopped shaking and realised that everyone was staring.

"I'm sorry" she croaked, running upstairs.

The trio looked at each other in shock, No one wanted to speak, but someone had to.

"I'll be five minutes" said Ron. "If I'm longer, just wait"

Alice took her usual place in front of the window.

She always said that she didn't deserve all her pain.
But she did, well that's what she thought.

"Alice?"

"Go away Mr. Weasley" she said through sobs, but he ignored her. "I asked you to go away"

He stared out the window just like she was doing.

"Why did you run away?" he asked.

Alice looked at him, her eyes still clouded with tears.
She couldn't go on any longer.
She wanted to leave the word and make everyone forget her existence.
She did horrible things and she knows horrible things.

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