All Seems Darkest Before The Dawn Cometh
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
This very short chapter contains strong but important subject matter.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
Chapter 11
Dinner at the Curtiss' was delicious. Turkey, ham, potatoes, carrots and peas. The chestnut dressing had just enough sage. Sasporilla disliked to much sage. For desert were three kinds of pie, apple, lemon and coconut cream. Mrs.Curtiss also put out a traditional Figgie pudding as she'd heard it was Nicks favorite.
Sasporilla avoided Kandys eye line all dinner long. She couldn't stand to look at her or the Dark Mark she tried to cover on her arm.
Kandy Curtiss kept her eyes on her plate most of the meal. Anytime she looked up at anyone they looked away. She sat amongst family and friends, totally alone. No one talked to her or even about her. She was invisible and felt unwelcome and Unwanted.
Sasporilla and the twins went out to walk the dogs. Sassy knew she could say nothing about finding Myron Wagtail alive, or who he really was, but she wouldn't feel out of sorts anymore if she caught sight of the shabby man lurking in the shadows.
The adults sipped port by the fire in the living room. Kandy and Kay drew wash-up duty. Kay washed while Kandy dried. Other than the clinking of dishes, the silence was deafening. Kandy couldn't find a good way to make small talk with the sister she'd always talked to and argued with. For fifteen years they were never at a loss for words with each other, until now. When the dishes were done Kay walked out of the kitchen and into the parlor. Kandy sat there alone. Porridge looked at her without so much as a tail wag then she was gone.
Karry and Korry had returned with Sasporilla Bucket. Kandy walked upstairs. No one cared enough to notice her go.
"They have abandoned you child." The voice of Voldemort echoed in her head. There was no doubt the Dark Lord spoke to her across the distance. "You can return. You will be welcome here. They do not deserve you. They deserve nothing."
Kandy walked into her room and sat on the edge of her bed. She pulled the wand off of her night stand and held it loosely in her fingers.
"Yes." The voice of Voldemort laughed. "You know they don't love you any more. You know they hate you for who you are. They sit in ignorance of your greatness. Their every breath mocks you. Their heart beats taunt you. You deserve better. You deserve respect! Be the Death Eater you know yourself to be paralyze them. Burn the house down around them! Then come home to me."
Kandy pulled out the black gown she'd worn to the yule ball a few years ago. It was a bit short on her but with the weight she'd lost it still fit. Her favorite shoes were a black leather ankle boot with a thin heel. It was as the muggles say, SO WITCHY-POO. She lay out on her bed and smiled for the first time in a year as she lifted her wand out before her. It was time she solved all her problems. She knew what had to be done. Voldemort was right, she was a Death Eater, and eat death she would.
Pointing her wand back at her self she softly spoke the words. "Avada Kedavra."
Dinner at the Curtiss' was delicious. Turkey, ham, potatoes, carrots and peas. The chestnut dressing had just enough sage. Sasporilla disliked to much sage. For desert were three kinds of pie, apple, lemon and coconut cream. Mrs.Curtiss also put out a traditional Figgie pudding as she'd heard it was Nicks favorite.
Sasporilla avoided Kandys eye line all dinner long. She couldn't stand to look at her or the Dark Mark she tried to cover on her arm.
Kandy Curtiss kept her eyes on her plate most of the meal. Anytime she looked up at anyone they looked away. She sat amongst family and friends, totally alone. No one talked to her or even about her. She was invisible and felt unwelcome and Unwanted.
Sasporilla and the twins went out to walk the dogs. Sassy knew she could say nothing about finding Myron Wagtail alive, or who he really was, but she wouldn't feel out of sorts anymore if she caught sight of the shabby man lurking in the shadows.
The adults sipped port by the fire in the living room. Kandy and Kay drew wash-up duty. Kay washed while Kandy dried. Other than the clinking of dishes, the silence was deafening. Kandy couldn't find a good way to make small talk with the sister she'd always talked to and argued with. For fifteen years they were never at a loss for words with each other, until now. When the dishes were done Kay walked out of the kitchen and into the parlor. Kandy sat there alone. Porridge looked at her without so much as a tail wag then she was gone.
Karry and Korry had returned with Sasporilla Bucket. Kandy walked upstairs. No one cared enough to notice her go.
"They have abandoned you child." The voice of Voldemort echoed in her head. There was no doubt the Dark Lord spoke to her across the distance. "You can return. You will be welcome here. They do not deserve you. They deserve nothing."
Kandy walked into her room and sat on the edge of her bed. She pulled the wand off of her night stand and held it loosely in her fingers.
"Yes." The voice of Voldemort laughed. "You know they don't love you any more. You know they hate you for who you are. They sit in ignorance of your greatness. Their every breath mocks you. Their heart beats taunt you. You deserve better. You deserve respect! Be the Death Eater you know yourself to be paralyze them. Burn the house down around them! Then come home to me."
Kandy pulled out the black gown she'd worn to the yule ball a few years ago. It was a bit short on her but with the weight she'd lost it still fit. Her favorite shoes were a black leather ankle boot with a thin heel. It was as the muggles say, SO WITCHY-POO. She lay out on her bed and smiled for the first time in a year as she lifted her wand out before her. It was time she solved all her problems. She knew what had to be done. Voldemort was right, she was a Death Eater, and eat death she would.
Pointing her wand back at her self she softly spoke the words. "Avada Kedavra."
SUICIDE IS ALL TOO REAL AND OUT OF CONTROL!
I have lost friends and family to suicide. I have felt that feeling of hopelessness that leads you to a place so dark, you think you'll never see light again. It doesn't matter what people think or what you've done. You are wanted, you are needed, you matter and you are loved.
When you feel like you're all alone... you are not.
When you think all is hopeless, all is lost... it is not.
When you think that there is no other way... there is!
Those who thought they would never be missed are missed by those who loved them every day. I know, because I miss those who I knew took there own lives... every day.
Please, I beg of you, if you feel so alone, so helpless or hopeless, reach out to one of the resources I've listed below. You are wanted, you are needed, you matter and you are loved.
Please phone a number listed in your country! Click on your flag below. Get heard, get help!
When you feel like you're all alone... you are not.
When you think all is hopeless, all is lost... it is not.
When you think that there is no other way... there is!
Those who thought they would never be missed are missed by those who loved them every day. I know, because I miss those who I knew took there own lives... every day.
Please, I beg of you, if you feel so alone, so helpless or hopeless, reach out to one of the resources I've listed below. You are wanted, you are needed, you matter and you are loved.
Please phone a number listed in your country! Click on your flag below. Get heard, get help!
PLEASE REMEMBER
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.