The Other Potter: Book 7

GERONIMO! (I've really got to stop referencing Dr. Who in these books)

I was sitting on the floor of Ron’s bedroom, my empty trunk beside me, and shit everywhere. Seriously. I emptied my whole trunk on the floor, and now I really couldn’t be bothered to pack it again.

“Hey Willow-!” Ron started walking in. He froze, looking from me to the mess and to me again. “Moody’s on his way...” he blinked a few times awkwardly and then left.

As I looked around the room, I realised I didn’t have one spell book. I’d lost them all every year. It seemed I’d lost my school robes too, and that dress I wore at the Yule Ball. I didn’t have any pictures or anything really to remember Hogwarts. Nothing but my memories. If there weren’t any memories of me, that would be it. Nothing left. I haven’t made a mark on this Earth at all.

I sighed, and began to throw all of the disregarded bits of paper into a black bin bag. There was the diary I’d written in my first year, the boots I fell in love with in my third year that I’d long grown out of, a pair of knee-high socks, a pair of torn black stockings, half an apple, a dinner plate, a torn up teddy bear, an empty bottle of perfume, chalk, a Muggle’s driver’s licence and a scrunched up wad of paper that ended up being a picture of Draco Malfoy sitting on the toilet. The last one confused me a little, so I folded it and kept it. I also kept the letter from August last year.

I lay on the now clean floor of Ron’s room and shut my eyes. I didn’t know what to do, and that’s pretty uncommon for me, because normally someone is shouting “Run!” or there’s a weird instinct that makes me do things. Now, there’s nothing. Cedric is gone, Sirius is gone, August is gone, Dumbledore is gone.  Everyone is going to die, and I never felt in more in that moment. I was lost, more lost than I’d ever been, and no one could find me because they were all drowning.

I decided to write a poem because I’m really fantastic at poetry. Haha, I actually sucked at poetry, but I felt like writing something to make me feel better. I’m not even going to share it with you because it’s that awful.

I stood up and wandered downstairs, eavesdropping as I went.

“Have you got the Polyjuice, Moody?” Lupin’s voice asked.

Moody? Mad-eye Moody?

I jumped down the remaining steps and face planted.

“Oww,” I sulked, getting up and rubbing my face.

No one noticed, luckily for me, so I peered around the corner.

“So we’ll be picking Harry up tonight.” Moody was saying. Eww, Harry, Eww. “You’ll each be taking Polyjuice potion to transform into him, before partnering up with someone and travelling to a safehouse.”

“I want to go!” I said, jumping around the corner and falling over again. Note to self: Don’t jump.

“No!” Lupin said swiftly.

I didn’t know you could speak swiftly, but apparently you can.

“Why not?” I said aggressively.

“It’s too dangerous.” Lupin said harshly.

“Too dangerous?” I laughed. “Because I’ve never been in danger before?”

“You’re underage Willow. You’ll have the trace on you!”

“I’m not underage as far as the ministry’s concerned!”

“You don’t know that!”

“I don’t care!” I said, pausing after each word for dramatic effect.

“Well you should care for the rest of us!”

“But I don’t have to use magic then!”

“Then you’d be useless!”

“I have an almighty punching hand!” I said softly. “Wanna find out?” I bunched up my fist.

“You’re not going.” Moody’s grunt came from somewhere.

“But-“

“Willow. No means no.” Lupin said firmly.

“George, come on, you’re on my side –“I tried, but he shook his head. “Ron?” the boy in question didn’t even meet my eye. “Fuck you Lupin. Seriously Fuck you.” I snapped, and sighed.

“That’s my job thank you very much.” Tonks smirked, walking out of the kitchen. There were a few laughs around the room.

Oh, yeah, they got married; I don’t think I mentioned that.

“Eww,” I said, scrunching up my nose in disgust. Then there was a silence. I walked over begrudgingly hugged Lupin, and he started laughing.

“Are you bipolar?” he asked.

“ADHD.” I replied.

“Figures.”

“Prick.”

“Bitch.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Everyone was staring in confusion at us, but I was used to that, so it didn’t bother me.

“If we’re all ready to go...” George’s voice said from the doorway. I let go of Lupin and looked at him and wondered if I should say something. This could be the last time I’d ever speak to him. He could die today. I met his eye and he smiled. There was no way he was dying tonight. “See you in a bit.” He grinned from ear to ear.

“Bye,” I smiled before proceeding into the kitchen where Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were. “Sup folks?”

As the rest of the order filed outside, and flew away, Mrs Weasley burst into tears.

“They’ll be fine mum.” Ginny soothed, but she didn’t know.

None of us knew.

All we actually knew, as we sat for the longest hour, was that we could lose them all.

I felt that apparation pull and looked at Ginny in shock.

“Something’s wrong.” I said in a whisper.

“What?” Mrs Weasley said suddenly.

“I’m sorry.”

I was suddenly beside Harry and Hagrid on a motorbike. The motorbike was flying which I would have mentioned was cool, until I saw Voldemort flying beside them. I want to fly.

Unfortunately I couldn’t, and then was all like ‘I’M FALLING!’ I clung to the back of the bike, but my weight pulled it down.

“Willow?” I heard Harry shout, and his wand shot golden sparks at Voldemort, although he hadn’t touched it. Weird.

“How are you Bro?” I shouted back.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

I watched as Voldemort tried to shoot a killing curse at them.

“STOP TRYING TO KILL MY BROTHER! IT’S GETTING OLD!” I shouted as the curse missed.

Seriously, I don’t understand badguys, their aim is always shit. In like every movie ever.

He took a better aim this time.

“NO!” I screamed and threw myself onto the flying Voldemort.

“Willow!” I heard Harry cry, but I couldn’t turn away.

I was a bit preoccupied as I was hanging off Voldemort’s neck.

“This has happened a few times now.” I said to him calmly.

“Yeah, I think it has.” He said.

Either that or I’d imagined it.

Harry and Hagrid disappeared, and Voldemort yelled and flew into the rage of a fight, me hanging onto him. It was either hold onto Voldemort, or fall to my death.

I surprisingly stunned a death eater, but as I cheered in spite of myself, I fell.

So many unsaid words. So many regrets.

I wished I’d said something cool as my last words, but I all I ended up with was “Well, this sucks.”