Right Here Waiting: Chapter 2
Right Here Waiting
A W.i.t.c.h./Harry Potter Fic
Author: indigodots (aka jixy)
Rating: T
Warnings: Harry is a bit OOC. And this story is confusing. So don't really try to understand. Just know the guy is Harry and the girl is Will.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I owned this stuff, I would sell this story and make millions, not put it on lj.
Summary: After Phobos rips Will's life to shreds, she has no where to turn. When she gets the oppertunity to start over, she accepts, but the past doesn't like to stay where it belongs. WillxHarry
Notes: A Song runs through the whole story. It's called I'm Still Here (Jim's Theme) from Treasure Planet.
Chapters: 2
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Chapter 2: Wounds of the Past
She stood in shock in the middle of the living room.
It was trashed.
The silvery television screen was cracked, furniture destroyed, couches ripped to shreds.
But nothing was missing.
In the kitchen, the refrigerator had fallen through the island, spraying wood fragments everywhere.
But nothing was missing.
She picked up the phone.
It was dead.
In the hall, three of the four doors were hanging crookedly.
The first room, the guest room, was annihilated.
But nothing was missing.
The second room, the bathroom was almost non-existent.
Nothing missing.
The third room, her own, had been obliterated.
Again, nothing missing.
The last room, her room.
It was untouched.
A figure was bent over the desk, writing a letter.
Why would anyone do this?
Destroy the house, and everything valuable along with it.
It made no sense.
“Hey,” she whispered.
The figure at the desk didn’t move.
She took a step forward. “Hey?”
No reaction.
She kept walking. “Hello?”
Nothing.
She laid a hand on the figure’s shoulder. “Susan?”
When no reaction came, she spun the figure around to face her.
The chair groaned and moved strangely, flopping the figure onto her.
“Agh,” she pushed the body back onto the chair.
The tresses of black hair fell back to reveal not-yet-dried blood spilling from the figure’s throat, which had been slashed mercilessly.
She stepped back involuntarily.
“No...no...I was safe...he promised...”
And then she saw the writing.
On the window.
In blood.
One word.
Boo.
Her eyes went wide.
She backed out of the room, then broke into a run.
She ran on adrenaline, not thinking, barely seeing, not feeling the burn of the two-mile run.
She stopped, panting, seventeen blocks later.
Taking a look around, she realized where she was.
The mailbox still read “Lambert”, though it should have read “Cook” for nearly five years.
She debated going in and asking to use the phone, but decided she couldn’t handle it.
So she ran to the phone booth at the end of the street.
She put a quarter into the slot and leaned forlornly against the side of the phone booth.
She waited a minute, willing her voice not to crack, then dialed the number she’d tried so hard to forget.
It rang twice, then someone picked up.
“Hello?” asked a ten-year-old girl’s voice.
“Chayse?” she asked, trying to mask the fear in her voice.
There was no answer for a moment, then, “Who is this?”
“Chayse, who are you with?”
The voice on the other end was suspicious. “Why? I’m not allowed to tell strangers that kind of thing.”
She sighed. “Chayse, who’s there with you?”
“Why should I tell you?” The young voice was starting to sound snobby.
She slid down the wall of the phone booth, kneeling and bowing her head. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Chayse, I need to...let me...” she struggled to get the words out. “I need to...talk to Daddy.”
There was silence on the other end for a moment.
Then, very, very quietly the astonished voice whispered, “Will?”
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“Will?”
“Will?”
“Will!”
Will woke up to see Harry Potter kneeling beside her.
She was on the floor and had no memory of falling.
And what do you think you'd ever say?
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I won't listen anyway.
She rubbed her head, which had a dullish, achy feeling. “Yeah, I guess. What happened?”
You don't know me,
He explained while helping her sit up. “You were trying to block your mind, and well, you...”
“I didn’t do it right.” Will finished.
Harry frowned. “Erm...yeah.”
Will shook her head slowly, then rested it on her palms. “So you saw that?”
He nodded sheepishly. “What was going on? Who was that woman that was...you know...?” He made a hand gesture that suggested death.
Will closed her eyes. “That was my mother.”
“Oh,” Harry whispered. “What happened to her?”
“Someone slit her throat. That’s all I know.”
“Oh.” Not wanting to upset her any more, he didn’t press it further.
And I'll never be what you want me to be.
He helped her up and said, “I think that’s enough for today.”
She agreed.
He shook his head and commented, “What a way to spend your first Hogsmeade visit.”
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Talk to me. How do you like it?
Chapter 3