Eleanor Snape- Book 4

I Wasn't Strong Enough for This One

Sarah Beth~

I woke up in Auntie's room with my face laying on her desk. Both of my hands were so sore that I didn't want to move them at all. That must have been the most I had ever written put together. The indentions on the back of my hand got so deep that blood actually started dripping out of it and I had to switch sides. Now I must not disobey my Auntie was shiny and sore on the both of them.

As I lifted my head up, the parchment stuck to my face. I saw when I pulled it off of my cheek that the words were smeared and almost illegible. No doubt that the sentences were now printed on my face, as if I had pressed an ink stamp on it.

Looking around, I saw that Auntie was no where to be found. Good. After last night I defiantly never wanted to see her again. Not only had she made me write lines, but she also yelled at my friends and broke up Gregory and I. Of course, I didn't count that as a break up. I never listened to Auntie about love. To make mattes worse, when she Apparated us home, she pulled out my Daddy's journal, claiming that I stole it. So not only was I friendless and on lock down, but I lost lost a piece of my parents. One of the three I had. My mind was made up; Auntie was a tyrant and a big meanie. On the bright side, school started in a week and a half. I just had to make it to the first of September. 

Sighing, I decided that I needed to give Auntie my results. After all, she would want to see them. I got up, taking the paper with me, and found Auntie in the dining room, looking over some official looking papers while eating a blueberry scone. I slowly laid the parchment in front of her. She looked up.

"Why are you giving me this?" She asked, handing it back to me.

"You usually want to see it." I softly said.

"When you are finished."

"I wrote all night!"

"But I don't think that the message has completely sunk in, hrm?"

"But-"

"Have a scone," Auntie pointed to the basket of scones that were obviously Twinkle's work. "Then go wash your face; How did you manage that?" She picked up the napkin that was laying beside her and licked it before wiping my face with it. After a few swipes she put it down. "Then you can begin writing again. This time, how about I must not steal."

"What did I steal?!"

"I look away the journal and you stole it from my room." She replied matter-of-factly. "Oh, and don't try to Floo that Goyle, or anyone else for that matter. I cut off the connection. And don't think about letters. I'll confiscate them. As I said last night, you are in big trouble."

"Maybe if you-"

"I don't want to hear another words. Don't back-chat me. Next time you will listen to me."

"There won't be a next time," I mumbled as I began to walk to the bathroom, "Because you won't catch me."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Auntie."

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My punishment continued over the next four or five days. I was sitting at Auntie's desk, still writing at about noon. She was at work, so I was there alone. I couldn't go anywhere, though. She really had cut off all of our Floo Networks. I was stuck at home with only Twinkle.

"Miss?" Twinkle stepped into the doorway, looking down and fiddling with the hem of her tablecloth-made toga. I looked up from my lines and wiped a tear off of my nose.

"Yes?"

"Twinkle knows Miss Dolores said not to let anyone see Miss, but.... Twinkle knows Miss is very lonely, and well... Twinkle doesn't like seeing Miss sad, so... I let Mr. Rufus in." the house else stepped out of the way to let Rufus into the room. He looked at me with sorry eyes. I proably looked so pitiful; Sitting and writing with my own blood as tears slid off of my cheeks from pain and mixed with it. He came closer.

"Frecky, I'm sorry...." He said, wiping a tear off of my nose. 

"It's not your fault." I sat up. "She brought this on me. Although, you could have agreed with me at the Pomplemousse."

"That's not what I meant, but I am sorry about this, too." He lifted my hurting, bloody hands and examined them. "This looks really bad. Does it always look like this?"

"No, these are bad. They hurt really bad."

"Have you heard from that Goyle?" Rufus spat/

"Auntie cut off the Floor Network, so no."

"Well..." He trailed off, looking reluctant.

"Well, what?" I questioned. His hesitance was making me antsy.

"I talked to him. He Flooed my uncle's looking for you." I suddenly felt a surge of happiness explode in my stomach.

"He did?! Does he miss me?!  I miss him!! Did he say he loves me?!"

"Not exactly..."

"What did he say!?"

"He said that he thought it would be best for you if you two really did break up..." There was a moment of silence before I finally let out a dry sob. "It's okay..."

"No it's not! Did he say anything else?"

"He thought it would be best not to try to talk to each other at school...I'm sorry."

"Oh..." Finally I felt my face getting wet. the feeling I had felt two years ago when I read Draco's note hit me again, right in the chest. But instead of me hurting him, he hurt me. How could he do this to me? How? How?! He said he loved me, and now....

"He was a jerk anyway, Frecky..." Rufus hugged me. "Trust me, it was probably for the best."