Chapter 18

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I was glad to be going home, I think I was never more excited to see my parents than I was now.

The trip with Charlotte on the Hogwarts express couldn't be more quiet, she was reading a book which probably a attempt to not make it even more awkward not taking for hours, being the only persons in that cabin.

I ranned into my parents as soon as I saw them waiting for me in the station 9¾, and hugged them, they looked concerned, but relief to see me well.

"I was so worried about you, your father and I heard about Amos Diggory's son, what a tragedy." She said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I know mom, but I'm okay." I said softly, and she smiled to me, and we went home.

I missed my house, I missed the sweet comfort of it, specially now with all of this happening, the place I knew ot would never harm me, ans bring warm and safety to my body.

My father helped me bring my bags upstairs, placing them in my room.

It looked quite the same, a kind size bed, green sheets, a private bathroom, a dark brown dresser, filled with my clothes, a black couch, and a table along with two chairs and a big window pointed to the wonderful landscape of a flower field, no houses nearby, just nature and silence behind it, just like I loved it, my home, far from everything and everyone.

I had many things to speak with them, but no only me, but them as well, agreed that I needed to rest, it was getting late, so I would speak with them in the morning.

{☆~☆}

In the morning, I stood up from my bed, I was actually feeling good, I slept well in the comfort of my mattress I missed so much, filled with lots of pillows on my side even though I only use one to sleep.

"Good morning darling." My father said as he took a sip from his mug with coffee.

"Good morning, dad." I said smiling at him, and then my mother stepped in the kitchen we were in.

"Good morning, sweetheart, did you sleep well?" My mother asked softly, as she stepped to my father's side.

"I did, thanks mom." I said softly, picking up a piece of bread out of a plate in the counter.

"How's Charlotte and Matthew?" She asked softly, grabbing her mug, which was resting on top of the counter.

"Actually, I had a fight with both of them, Matthew worst than Charlotte." I said calmly, looking at her to see hee reaction.

"But I saw you and Charlotte leaving the train together, is it really that bad?" She asked, giving me an apologetic gaze.

"Yeah, she just doesn't feel good in leaving me alone that's why." I said, biting a piece of bread.

"But can we know what was the fight about?" My father asked softly, also looking apologetic at me.

"Yeah, actually I wanted to ask your opinion about something..." I said, placing my bread on the table to focus on the them and in what I was about to tell.

I told them everything, of when I started speaking with Draco, how I think he's different from what everybody claims him to be, the way Charlotte and Matthew didn't supported that idea under any circumstance, being the reason of our fight, they nodded, and we ended up sitting around a table while I told them this story bit by bit.

"Well, you weren't joking when you said you had a lot to tell." My father said giving me a thin smile, which I returned back.

"So...what do you think?" I asked softly, my gaze between both of them.

"I think you're doing the right thing." My mother said softly, giving me a smile.

"Well, I have my doubts..." My father said, placing down his mug. "I know the Malfoys, specially his father, if he is like Lucius Malfoy then I don't know-" My mother cut him off.

"And Narcissa is his mother as well, I went to school with her, we were always together, she is a lovely woman, and way different from what people say she is, therefore, Draco have also a part of her in him." My mother said softly, smiling at my dad.

"So you think I'm right?" I asked softly, looking at both of them.

"If he is the way you told us about, then yes, but be careful, Narcissa is a lovely and kind woman, but Lucius on the other hand, it's not so friendly, and Draco has also a part of him." My father said carefully, grabbing his mug again, standing up from the table. "Maybe you should listen Charlotte and Matthew..." He said vaguely and the disappeared from the kitchen.

"Don't listen to your father, he's just too worried with you." My mother said giving me a smile.

"So you believe me?" I asked softly.

"Of course I believe you! You're my daughter, you're just like me, you see beauty where nobody else does." She said softly, giving me a wide smile, placing her hand on top of mine. "And I know you will reveal the misunderstood boy, Draco really is, and not the monster like everybody calls him, and will prove everybody who didn't believed you, wrong."

"Thank you mom, you seem to be the only one, who believes and has faith in me." I said softly, giving her a smile.

She was about to speak, but instead she coughed abruptly, worrying me.

"Mom, you're okay?" I asked, the smile on my lips already faded away.

"Oh, yes sweetie, I'm fine." She said softly, smiling at me. "And look, never let anybody, tell you what you can and can't do, you're stronger than people think you are, even yourself, you remember that-" She coughed again, cutting herself off.

"Mom, are you sure you're okay?" I asked worried about her.

"Yes, just promise me something..." She said and I nodded for her to go on. "Never stop smiling, Lara." She said softly, and I smiled at her sentence.

"Of course I will not, I'm just like you, always smiling." I said softly, and she smiled.

"Great, now go upstairs to your room, okay?" She asked softly, and I nodded, standing up from my chair, and climbing the stairs that leaded to a deep hallway.

In the middle of the stairs I looked back, and saw my mother coughing again, as my father rushed towards her, and took her to their room, dissappear from my field of view.

I waited until someone knock on the door in the afternoon, as I was bored reading a book, and in a sudden move, I stood up at the sound of a hard knock on my door, couldn't be my mother, her knock was lighter than this one.

My father was standing on the other side of the door, concerned about something, but he quickly concealed that concerning far away.

"Like you noticed, mother is a bit sick, but not to worry, it's nothing bad, I just want to tell you she needs full resting, but she will be fine." He said softly, but his face told another story, nervous and tensed, I could tell something was wrong, something bad...

"But what does she have?" I asked concerned.

"Oh it's just a cold due to this weather changing, but she doesn't want you to worry your head with that now." He said softly, sending me a thin smile.

I could smell his lie, miles away, she had something bad, but didn't wanted to worry me, she's my mother, she's just like me, I would do that, but instead of arguing with him now, I nodded in agreement and closed the door.

I hated when people lied, it was like the a thunder hitting my body, like a dozen blades cutting my brain as if I was stupid to believe such thing, and yet, they lied...

{☆~☆}

I haven't seen my mother during the all week, the days looked like a all eternity to pass by, which made me even more stressed, which was the thing I was trying most to avoid when I came back from Hogwarts.

My father seems worried everytime I catch him alone, but everytime I asked him about that, he said all the time everything was fine faking a smile to me and changing the subject of our conversation.

I wanted to see my mother, but I knew I couldn't, she is the only one that understands me, I was fighting in a dark place and now the only person that could bring me out the darkness was sick, locked in a cold cage I was not allowed in.

But in Monday's morning, I saw her, in the kitchen, wrapped in a black robes, drinking a coffee, with her elbows resting on the counter.

"Mom!" I shouted, and tanned towards her, who looked tired, and way more pale then last time.

"Oh hello sweetheart." She said smiling, but her voice was frail.

"Mom, how are you? Dad doesn't let me see you." I said hugging her tightly in my arms.

"I'm good, your dad is just too worried about me when he shouldn't, I'm feeling totally fine." She said softly, and kept the wide smile in her lips.

I smiled back at her, and when went to sit on the table for breakfast, she coughed abruptly again.

"Mom?-" My father's voice from behind cut me off.

"Elisabeth what are you doing off bed?!" He asked abruptly when wrapping a hand around her shoulder. "You need to be resting." He said softly.

"I said I'm fine, Abel." She said softly, clearing her throat.

"Elisabeth you heard what the healers said, you need full resting." My father said softly, trying to take her out of the kitchen.

"I don't care what they said, I'm fine!" She said abruptly, and started coughing abruptly again.

"Lara go to your bedroom now!" My father ordered and I did as he told, forced myself to, seeing how bad my mother was, and I had tears forming on the edge of my eye almost if I could feel her pain.

As I climbed the stairs up, I hidded myself in a corner trying to hear what they said, most of it at least.

"Elisabeth...dangerous...you heard the healers last time...your daughter." These are the few words I caught coming out from my dad's mouth.

"It's been weeks...you know it...and I wanna be with her." I heard my mother's frail voice say these words.

I didn't quite knew what was happening with my mom even after I heard these words, that night, I spent it trying to decipher what the words could possible say, but nothing came to my mind...

What disease could she probably have, that worried my dad so much, and when did he even called the healers, I didn't saw no one entering the house, which means this happened before I came home for holidays.

And it was also bad that I couldn't write to any of my friends, Charlotte and Matthew would understand and write me back, if they read them, but would they even open my letters...

All I knew was that my mom's sickness was worse than I thought it could possibly be, and that thought didn't left my mind even for a second, but I didn't worried too much about that, I knew she was strong, strong like me, she would pass through this like she does everytime, that I knew as well.

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