AMORTENTIA // Luke Patterson *COMPLETED*

•Chapter 41•

As I walk down to Hogsmede with my heavy trunk in my hand, heading over to the three broomsticks - where I was supposed to meet dad, so we can go home, I couldn't help but look back at Hogwarts, one last time. Although the last few months have been nothing but rotten, I did have some fond memories from that school - most from my first year.

It's a shame that I didn't have any friends to bid me farewell as I left, but it was better. Having to leave my friends behind - would've made the experience a lot harder, so in a way, I was glad that people blamed me for Julie's death. Even I was starting to believe that I killed her.

As I walked down to the three broomsticks, I felt everyone's eyes on me, turns out that word had gotten around, about my expulsion.

I didn't blame them for staring, nobody would've ever thought that a Potter would be expelled from Hogwarts, especially the only daughter of Harry Potter.

"There she is, Danielle Potter , the girl who killed." I heard a few people whisper as I walked past them. I can only assume they were saying that to shame or mock me, but in all honesty, the name was riveting to me.

I walked into the three broomsticks and waited for dad. Of course everyone was watching my every move, perhaps they all thought that they would be my next victims. That would be pretty stupid to kill so many people in broad daylight.

"Let's go." I look up and see my dad, standing there, not looking at me, but the disappointment was apparent.

I got up, grabbed my suitcase, and shuffled out the door.we got into grandpas old car - that I had gotten him for Christmas, and we hurried off to our house, or so I thought.

When we arrived at our destination, I was confused, but I didn't say anything, hoping not to add on to the obvious anger that my father was suppressing at the current moment.

The burrow, was always somewhere that I would go for happy occasions, but these days it just seemed like a place that my parents would dump me, every time something bad happens.

Dad makes his way into the house, without another word - leaving me to drag in my trunk, a few minutes after he disappears.

"Danielle, do go to your mothers old room, I have to speak with the adults." Dad says to me as I walk in. He still doesn't look at me, and neither does all of the people currently in the room.

Hermione, Ron, mum, grandma, grandpa, George, Angelina, and Bill were all sat around the table. I couldn't help but wonder where 'Fred' was.

"Where's Fred?" I ask quietly.

"Go upstairs, now!" Dad screams at me, causing everyone in the room to flinch.

I look down at the floor, and hoist my trunk up the stairs, wanting to avoid any other confrontations.

I've always been able to hear what was going on downstairs, when staying in mums old room, and today was no different. There was pure silence for a while, util dad finally spoke up.

"I honestly don't know what to do anymore. I always thought that Albus would be our problem child, now he seems like an angel compared to her." Dads voice sounded broken and weak.

"Harry!" Mum cried out.

"Ginny, you and I both know it's true. We just make kids that get more evil as we have them."

"Albus is not evil." Grandma said loudly, defending my brother, but not me.

"He is just gullible at times." Mum explained.

"But that girl, has evil in her bones."

"Harry, I'm not one to defend her actions, but she is your child." Grandpa tried to defend me.

"Not anymore." I hear the screeching of chairs, and a door slamming shut.

I slide down a wall, finally realizing the consequences of my lies. A soft knock is coming from the door, it opens and uncle George walks in. He doesn't say anything, instead he sits on the bed and looks at his crossed hands.

"I know you heard what was said."

"How could I not, you all forget this room hears everything that happens in the kitchen."

"Yeah. I just wanted to check in on you. See if you were okay."

Of course I'm not okay, I've made so many mistakes in the last few months, that even my own father has disowned me. It's hard to keep living in the lie to protect the boys, but I have to.

"I'm fine."

"Okay, that was all." He gets up off the bed, and heads toward the door.

"Wait!" Uncle George turns around, looking directly at me, for the first time since I got to the burrow. "Can I work at your shop? Just to keep busy."

"No." He starts to walk out again, but I stop him before he fully exits.

"Why not?" In my life, I've always relied on the joke shop to bring me some kind of joy, but now that it's being taken away from me, I can't help but let my anger push to the surface.

"Because I said no."

"You've always let me work there? Okie hy is it different now."

"Danielle!" He screams. "I don't need you working at my shop, because honestly I can't stand to see you for more then a few minutes at a time. Because of you, I had to deal with the death of my brother - all over again."

"What brother?"

"Fred. Because of you, not only did I have to deal with his death, but I was ordered to kill him myself. Do you understand how painful that is."

"Why would you do that? Fred was fine here."

"That wasn't Fred. The Fred you made was made from memories or stories that you've heard about him. He was made the way you see him. Desire crystals make something, based on the beholders view of that thing. He was the perfect Fred on the outside, but he didn't have a real soul, he was a case of who Fred used to be. Even if he wasn't my brother, he did look like him and seeing his life drain out his eyes - I can't have you at the store. You'll be staying here almost permanently, until the family decides what to do."

Without another word he walks out. Leaving me staring at the now, closed door.

I've really made everyone in my life hate me, in what feels like milliseconds. I was bound to make mistakes - but who would've known that they would cause so much pain.