Monster

Parchment 24: After Effects

"But you don't understand! She dropped from the sky! Her broom was fine, she just dropped from the blasted sky! What don't you understand about that!" A raised voice quarrels, there comes a heavy sigh afterward with the constant sound of pacing in a square.

"Just calm down, she will be alright, just give her a few more days and she will be fine.."

"A few more days?! School is ending soon and you say a few more days! What a load of bull! You aren't helping this situation at all!" Then the pacing turns into heavy stomps with the sound of a slamming door, there was a small noise of bending metal too, whoever that was almost fully broke the door off by the hinges.

"That boy, he hasn't acted like this before, quite odd of him, especially how he shows and acts around everyone else, what certain things can affect the person can be great or small, this taking a huge turn in a direction that neither of them is expecting.."

What the heck is that suppose to mean? Who was just here? Who is showing a mask instead of a face...

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The black hole I was currently falling into starts to have an end, a brighter and better place as in my view, reaching out my hand I run my fingers down the face that is ahead of me. It's blank but the smile is worth it, just smiling and being happy, one thing that can be hard to find in some situations. I bring myself close to them, letting out body's touch and warmth becoming intertwined together.

My hands rest on their chin gazing into the area where there slowly appears eyes. Strong, yet weak eyes that aren't ready to show what they are made of, not quite yet, but soon.

"You've helped me through a lot, and I have so much to thank you, even though you don't know it," there comes the feeling of light hands going around my waist and then holding on, pulling me closer to them. "You've saved me in so many ways that you don't even know of. I wish I could tell you, but I can't... For what keeps us apart is what will always keep me apart from you."

The light starts to get brighter and brighter, then the sound of loud buzzing shoots through my ears and head, earning me to grab my head in response to this sudden intrusion.

My fathers face comes up, the hood covering his face, his eyes gleaming yellow with another face, his face and the daunting laugh that I've heard once before. Pain shot all through my body, like small explosions all getting set off at once, someone is controlling them and they know how much this will affect me anywhere at anytime.

Controlling me. Someone is controlling me, and without me knowing it too...

"Nebula.."

"Nebula.." The screeching sound starts to subside, opening my eyes that's when I see nothing but blurs and blotches of colors swirling together in one odd shape. My eyes roll to the front of my head and everything slowly starts to come back into focus.

"H-hey, she's starting to wake up!" There comes the rush of feet over to my side, I start to make out the faces that are all staring down at me.

"Your right! She's really okay!" Another voice squeals, that person grabs whoever is beside them and hugs them tightly.

"Yeah she is, been out for twelve hours straight, I guess she won't be playing Quidditch anytime soon, a physical and mental wound and disability will force her to wait.." Hearing those words I want to prove whoever that is wrong! I sit up quickly and point at the two people ahead of me.

"I will! I wi-" the screeching once again comes back; making me move, hands covering my ears with my eyes shut close. Wanting this noise to end soon.

"Nebula!" Two hands go on my shoulders and push me back down on the stiff, uncomfortable bed. I try focusing in on the face, it isn't clearing fast enough for me to put a name to it.

"W-who are you..?" The blurs and colors start to come back into my view, making my vision more worthless.

"W-what." I hear the hurt in their voice, I didn't mean to cause it but I can't see their face. It's probably bugging me more than whoever I'm currently talking too, for I want to clear this up as soon as possible. "It's Harry.."

"H-Harry!" I lunge forward towards the voice, I get air instead, along with a face full of a metal chair that has a feather pillow on it. There come arms around me, along with a head resting on my shoulder, his hair tickling my bare neck. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I repeat over and over, wanting to take back everything I said and everything I did before this.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm glad you're alive.." There come tears to my eyes, I embrace Harry knowing very well he is still sitting there and will always be there for me.

"W-wait do you know what happened?" I mumble in his black tuft of hair, not unless he dyed it another color, which I can't see him doing that at all.

"What I've been told, you fell off your broom during Quidditch practice," when the words leave his mouth I know someone watched me fall, but they didn't see what was actually happening. I pull back from his arms and shake my head, our eyes meet and something goes through his mind.

Something that might be the same as nails on a chalk board, straight and too the point.

"That's not what happened Harry..I can tell you that for sure, you've, well you know about him." Harry slowly nods his head, knowing what I mean about him. The-one-who-can't-be-named because some people don't want to get involved with him by just speaking his name.

"I do, I'll listen to you,"

And that's when I start telling him about what happened, all of the details and what I was thinking which was a very hard thing for me to say.

The thoughts of me letting myself die by my father's hands, how I wanted to die, how no one would miss me, how much he got into my head and twisted things around, making them into unrealistic thing that seemed believable.

I hate when people can see that side of me, then they know all of my weaknesses and what I will feel pressured into doing and acting without much thought.

"Your father. Your actual father was there, and he tried to kill you." Harry says repeating and summarizing what I told him, I nod my head at his words and how true they were.

"Yes, he tried," I suddenly get this feeling of shyness and wanting to be alone, and that's two things I thought I left behind in second year, "but, I don't know why.."

Harry seems to have noticed the change in my attitude for his own time changed also.

"Nebula, are you sure that's all?" Half of me wants to start crying again, and the other wants to scream and slightly go insane for just a few minutes to get some heavy steam off. Maybe throw punches at my pillow, throw books against the wall, burn pieces of paper in the fireplace, just something.

"No, it isn't all," there comes a still silence, Harry lets me continue, "I didn't kill him, I couldn't, something inside me wouldn't. Though I know previously I would have taken that chance with a blink of an eye, or even faster. But I didn't Harry. I didn't." I can just picture a flame that floats above Harry's head, just waiting there and then it lights up, a huge flame replaced the small and easily put out. His eyes start to glisten as his mouths speak words of knowledge that I haven't heard before.

"I think you were meant to do that, fate and destiny have a funny thing of winding things together so tightly that with one tug on the right string, the whole thing falls apart and into place. Your job isn't done with him, there's something else that will happen for sure, I know that. And that's without tea leaves.."