Just - Theodore Nott

⁂𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊⁂

Aliyah's Pov:
January 2
I sat on my bed, one of the house elves having to clean my cuts up; and even after he did, I stayed in my room. I sat and stared into blankness, feeling an expected feeling of guilt in some way, as well as pain and panic all at the same time.

It was confusing. So confusing I couldn't sleep. The only person I'd talk to was Mattheo, and it was through texting. We knew we could at least try and comfort each other considering the mutual mix of emotions, we were truly twins after all.

I'd refused to eat and locked my door, it's not like I felt I could even stand up anyways. I lost a lot of blood, cried a lot — felt very weak. All those earned me scars and a disgusting sensation in my arm, like I couldn't move it much.

I've tried showering and scrubbing it off, but nothing worked. I didn't want this stupid, disgusting, horrible, evil mark, and neither did Mattheo. We didn't want to be the same people as our so called 'father' and Bellatrix — horrid people they are. We could never see ourselves as their children nor them as our parents anymore. Not after what happened.

We didn't want to be part of their big 'plan', and we didn't want to be in their devilish cult — "Deatheaters" they call themselves, and it just shows how horrid of people they are.

We didn't bother going down to breakfast, nor the meeting, not for anything, actually.

We'd both gotten spammed, thousands of messages and missed calls from our friends. It got so bad to the point even Enzo's parents tried reaching out, but I was too tired of everything to do anything.

About hundreds of texts, most of them being 'talk to us, please', 'happy birthday, are you okay?', 'please tell me what happened I'm worried' or 'please answer my call, i don't want you being hurt alone'. Yet, I didn't bother to reply. I simply stayed in my room, doing nothing but crying since it was all I could do.

January 6th

Throughout the past week and a half, I'd get food sent from the house elves into my room, and although I was hungry, I would barely eat. Every time I tried to, I felt sick to my stomach and lost my appetite. I could barely lift my hand to hold my fork, but it was getting better.

As soon as I realized it was finally time to go back to Hogwarts, I quickly showered, packed up, dressed up and apparated to Kings Cross Station as fast as I could.

I wore my hood over my head so nobody would recognize me or see the cut on my face. I walked into platform 9³/⁴ with my trunk and quickly went into the train, locking myself in a small compartment by myself.

I watched through the corner of my eye as my friends walked onto the train, looking around in compartments, but end up sitting in one the opposite to mine.

I watched as someone with a hoodie on as well, come into my compartment and lock it back shut. Thankfully it was only Mattheo.

We mostly slept the whole way there, and once we arrived, Mattheo went to dinner, but I simply went directly to my dorm to avoid confrontation. Not my best idea, but it would do for today and tomorrow.

I placed my things, took a bath, and then tried to go to sleep which i'd have to do on my stomach or side because of my other scratch on my back, closing the curtains around my bed. Obviously, my attempts to rest had to be interrupted by the thousands of new messages being sent to my phone.

Also most of them being:

'Where have u been? I miss you'

'Didn't see you on the train, just letting you know you can talk to me'

'I haven't seen you anywhere, i miss you, bella. Please let me know you're okay'

'Please talk to me, I'm worried about you'

'Are you not hungry? You're not anywhere at dinner. I can bring you up some food'

'What happened? I'm scared, please talk to me, or anybody really'

I tried my best to ignore them and shut my phone, but it just kept dinging. I put it on silent, but my screen lit up every second and I placed it on the charger.

I ignored it as much as I could, until one stood out to me — new voicemail from Enzo.

I tried shutting my eyes and falling asleep, but it wouldn't work. Thoughts of what Enzo sent flowing through my mind, I decided it wouldn't hurt to at least listen to what my best friend has to say.

I unlocked my phone and opened the call app. Voicemail.

There were so many others, but I simply clicked on Enzo's and put the speaker to my ear.

He was sniffing. "Hey, Al... uhm... I just wanted to uhm, check up on you. And I know you might not even hear this but uhm..." he let out a shaky breath "I'm scared for you, and I miss you, and I just hope you're okay..." his voice broke, shattering my heart "I know it's really tough whatever it is you're going through, but I just want to know if you're okay, and you can always talk to me... you're my best friend". The voicemail ended.

My eyes watered, and I broke down crying again, grabbing my wand and putting a muffliato spell around my bed incase Pansy and Daphne were to enter the dorm earlier than usual.

I curled up into a ball and I cried, cried, and cried until I couldn't anymore, until I couldn't breathe, until I felt even guiltier. Guilty and weak enough to finally fall asleep, which — I can't lie — was much needed after an entire week of maybe 3 hours of sleep.

Hopefully they'll understand all this. Hopefully

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1001 wc
This felt kinda filler-y but its ok
A bit of a short chapter
I love Enzo so much like u don't understand 😭
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