HIS CHOSEN GIRL
chapter fourteen-more letters
[Your P.O.V]
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I sigh. I'm better than this, I know I'm better than this. I've grown up to be extremely independent for my age, my self control is admirable and I really, truly don't need to be responding to the letter from my alleged mother, especially when I'd promise myself I'd wait until I had thought it over completely. Not to mention it's illegal. Still, I revise my letter for a fourth time, wanting to make sure it's perfect, you know, in case I ever actually do send it.
Mum,
Hello. I had promised myself not to answer your letter, but I'm overwhelmed with curiosity and enough questions to keep you answering for ages. So truthfully, I couldn't help myself. I don't really know how to talk to you...most parents ask their kids about their day at school, right? Well schools going great. I've made lots of friends, and I do well in classes. It's like a dream coming here after living on the streets for a year. Which reminds me, I don't think, at least right now, I'll be able to forgive you for everything you've done to me for all of the terrible things you've put me through. You made me have to grow up, to learn to take care of myself to survive at an age far too young. I missed out on being a kid. However, now you say that everything you did, you did to protect me and now I don't know what to believe. Why are you in Azkaban? And why didn't you tell me I was a wizard? What were you trying to protect me from? Why did you let dad hurt me? During these holidays I realize how much I envy everyone else who get to go home to a nice family, a family who they love and who loves them back. I never realized until now how much I missed out on. If you do get out, I may consider meeting with you, to give you a chance to explain yourself and thank you for the ring, it's lovely. Happy Christmas, mum.
(y/n)
I seal the letter and wonder to myself if I'm playing with fire. I try to remember my mother, remember everything she's ever said and done and try to piece together how she could've been protecting me, and what she was protecting me from.
I decide that's enough for today. Too much thinking of her and I know it'll consume my brain, speaking of actually..
I move from my spot in front of the fireplace and seat myself next to Ron.
"It's midnight," I say.
"Yep and no sign of Harry."
Harry's snuck out every night since Christmas to go and see that stupid mirror. To say I'm worried would be an understatement. He's completely obsessed over that thing. Although I guess I see why, he sees his parents in that mirror. Now whatever that means exactly, we still haven't figured it out, he sees himself with his parents and really that's all he's ever wanted. So, I guess I get it.
I still don't understand fully what I had seen in the mirror, all I saw was Harry and I. The only odd thing, is that Harry was across the room, so there's no way I should've been able to see him from the angle we were standing. I guess those answers will have to wait until Hermione comes back from Christmas break.
Ron and I wait up, as we do every night, until finally, Harry emerges from the portrait hole. He takes off his invisibility cloak and says immediately, "Goodnight, guys."
"Harry wait!" I call after him.
"We wanna talk to you," Ron adds.
Harry jumps off from his spot on the second last step that leads to the boys dorms and walks over to Ron and I.
"Sure," he replies oblivious to the issue. "What's up?"
Ron and I glance at each other nervously, neither of us knowing exactly how he'll take this little intervention.
"You need to stop going to that mirror," I finally confess.
"You're obsessed with it," Ron says agrees. "It's concerning us."
Harry blinks at us. "Guys, I'm fine," he denies. "You need to just stop worrying about me, ok? I know what I'm doing," he gets up and walks over to the stairs for a second time. He then turns and faces us, a look of excitement on his tired face. "Besides, I think I've almost figured it out."
"Well that went well," Ron grumbles as I get up to grab another sheet of parchment paper and return to my spot in front of the fire.
"What're you writing now?" Ron asks peering over my shoulder nosily.
"He thinks he knows what he's doing," I reply, neatly printing out a name at the top of the letter.
I turn and face Ron. "He hasn't a clue."
Dear Professor Dumbledore...
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I look at the clock eyes widening when I see it's already 1:00am. Harry usually comes back around midnight, never later than 12:15.
I pull the letter I'd receive this morning out of my pocket and reread it for the hundredth time.
Miss (l/n),
Thank you for this information regarding Harry Potter and the Mirror of Esrid. I understand it can be very hard to ignore the power of the mirror and I ask you to resist sneaking out at night in Mr. Potter's new invisibility cloak, although I know you will most likely ignore this instruction at least at some point during the rest of your time here at Hogwarts. I will go and visit Harry Potter tonight, thank you again for voicing your concern, he's lucky to have a friend like you.
Albus Dumbledore
I yawn, feeling my eyes getting heavy but I force myself to stay awake. Ron's already in his room asleep so I have to stay awake to make sure Harry gets back. The harder I try though, the sleepier I get so I slowly stop resisting and close my eyes, just for a minute.
"(y/n)!"
I jolt you and the sudden shaking and look around the common room. Nothings changed, I just fell asleep. I turn my attention to the green-eyed boy in front of me then glance at the clock. 1:30am.
"You're back," I yawn stretching out my arms.
"Yeah, sorry I took so long I didn't realize you'd wait up for me this late," he says guiltily. "Dumbledore came to visit me this time."
"Really?" I ask playing dumb. "Why?"
He shrugs. "He said someone was worried about me... thank you for worrying about me."
"Surely I don't know what your talking about," I reply refusing to meet his gaze.
Harry laughs. "Yes you do, Dumbledore told me everything."
I feel my cheeks heat up, unsure of why I feel so flustered about Harry knowing that I care about him.
"Dumbledore's right though," he continues. "I am lucky to have you."
I finally turn to face him. "So then, you're not mad?"
"Not at all," he replies. "You were right. I should've just listened to you and Ron."
"That's true I'm always right."
He scoffs. "Oh hey, you never told me what book you took out of the library."
"Oh right," I remember.
I run up the stairs of the girl's dormitory and take the book from it's hiding place, under Lavender Brown's bed. Hidden there specifically in the case that they ever were to do a search for this book, cruel as it sounds, she is rather annoying and I really like this school, I'm not about to get expelled.
I bring the book back down into the common room and pass it to Harry.
He picks it up and examines it. "Azkaban? Because of your mum?"
"Yeah," I reply. "I dunno I guess I thought I could find out what she'd done or I guess try to understand what she's going through in there now. I don't know, I just figured that-"
"I get it," he interrupts looking at me sympathetically. "If my mum was alive, I'd wanna know too."
We sit in silence and I feel myself falling asleep again. I deem the walk upstairs too long for the little amount of energy I have, so I lay down my head and fall asleep there on the couch.
The next morning I wake up in the common room to see Harry passed out on the opposite end of the couch and I smile.
Harry and I grew up with similar lives so we understand each other quite well. More so it's becoming more and more clear that we think the same as well.
That's why, even if it's for something as simple as falling asleep in the common room, he would never leave me left alone. Because that's something we both realize, we can never let the other go through again.
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