Sometimes I remember my parents --- kind, almost faceless figures --- but just barely. The last time I saw them was when I was three, not quite a toddler. I only remember the shouting, cursing, the look of terror on my father's face as he picked my pregnant, sobbing mother up and placed her into the car, driving off in the middle of the night, while I was left watching alone from the doorstep.
That night, I watched them till I couldn't any more, the heavy rain obscuring my sight. I trudged back to bed groggy and confused, but fell asleep anyway, hoping baby Felicia would come soon.
The next morning I woke up to find Granma looming over my cot, dried tear trails running down her ethereal, pale face. When I asked her where Papa and Momma were, she smiled a watery smile and whispered, " They've...they've flown away to heaven." From then on, I stayed with Granma and Granpa. Not that I'm complaining.
I don't miss them. Not when I have unworldly, beautiful Granma and loving Granpa. Not when they raise me so well. Not when I'm going to Hogwarts the moment the next school term starts.
that was something of an intro, i hope. was it good? did you like it? i hope you did! next chapter's coming soon!
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b u d (In Bloom, #1: a Harry Potter Next Gen Fanfiction)
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