When we got downstairs, Fred, Ron and Harry couldn’t stop laughing about what they had heard. Me who screamed and the bump of us falling out of bed.
Bill told us there was breakfast for us on the counter since it was close to half past ten in the morning and everyone else had gotten up earlier to eat.
“I’m thinking about going to Diagon alley later.” Bill spoke as he stood up, pushing his chair backwards. He grabbed his cup and made his way towards the kitchen where George and I were heading to. “Does anyone want to come with?”
I was about to respond with a yes when my eyes landed on the calendar in the kitchen, making my entire body freeze.
It was today? I had forgotten all about it. How could I forget?
“Liz?” I heard Bill ask but I was too focused on the calendar to answer. “Are you alright?”
“I uh—” I managed to say but that was all. I forgot my father’s death. I had completely forgotten.
“Lizzie?” George asked, walking over to me. He followed my gaze to the calendar and then seemed to understand. When he placed a hand on my cheek, I looked at him. His eyes met mine and I could read his look. I nodded to assure him I was fine.
I took a step back and looked at Bill. “I’d like to tag along to Diagon Alley.”
He nodded slightly, sending me a smile of comfort before looking back at the rest. “Anyone else?”
George’s eyes stayed on me as my own eyes went back to the calendar. I felt better than I did last year on this day. I was a little confused that I forgot but I felt better. I was okay. I felt okay.
Hermione and Fred both spoke up about wanting to go to Diagon Alley and soon after, so did George. The rest were staying, so after George and I had eaten our breakfast, we left.
We traveled with floo powder through the fireplace which I was happy about. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to handle another travel through apparition.
“Right.” Bill spoke when we were all through and stood in Diagon Alley. “I am going to go see Fleur but meet me back here in two hours and we’ll go back home.”
After we all agreed, Bill walked out. “What are you three planning to do?”
I looked at Hermione as she spoke. “I have to buy something.”
“And we can’t exactly tell.” Fred said.
“It’s a surprise.” George added and that made me wonder. I looked at the two identical boys, wondering what in the world they were up to.
“Well, I will go then.” Hermione said with a smile. “There’s this book I wanna have a look at.”
She walked out the same way Bill had done, leaving me with my boyfriend and one of my best friends.
“I’m not even going to bother asking.” I said as the two of them watched me. “Whatever you’re doing, I will want to take no part of.”
“You will be part of it at one point.” George smirked and the two of them exchanged a glance that confused me even more.
“Right.” I chuckled. “I’ll see you back here later. Two hours, okay? None of us wants to wait for you for an extra hour like last time.”
“That was two years ago!” Fred argued. “Can’t blame us for that this long after!”
I rolled my eyes playfully at him, patting both of their chests before I walked out into the fresh air of Diagon Alley. It was filled with people like always, making the streets very crowded. I felt like there was more people than usual but that was probably because Christmas was in two weeks.
I had lied to Hermione. Well, kinda did, kinda did not. I did have to buy something. I needed a new quill after breaking mine last night when I was drawing. Then I also had to pay someone a visit. Someone I hadn’t seen for a very long time. My uncle Terry.
He moved to a small flat above a restaurant here in Diagon Alley when my aunt Abelia chose to divorce him because of his drinking problems. That has been quite a few years. When my father died, he started drinking and I believe it’s been five years since aunt Abelia finally gained the courage to get a divorve.
They had one son together. My cousin King Blossom. He’s twenty years old so we did get to attend Hogwarts together over a small time. He graduated two years ago when I finished my fifth year.
He was done with both his parents. He grew up with a dad who drank most of his life and a mother who defended his actions so when he graduated from Hogwarts, he moved to Scotland. I haven’t talked to him since.
When I reached the restaurant, I went through and was allowed to walk upstairs after telling them I was Terry’s niece. The door to his flat was opened slightly, making me stop. I frowned. I didn’t find that normal... to just leave your door open but maybe it was hot in there and he needed to get in some fresh air.
I knocked two times with the back of my hand, my knuckles hitting the wooden door. When there was no response, I knocked again. “Uncle Terry?”
I gently pushed the door open and stepped inside. A strong scent of alcohol immediately hit me, giving me a headache.
My uncle had been sober for about four and a half years. After the divorce he decided to quit it so regain the trust of King but according to the smell in his flat, it was likely he had regained that stupid habit.
“Uncle Terry.” I called again as I stepped into his living room. There he was. Sitting in his chair, a flask of pure vodka in his hand.
“What in the world are you doing?” I asked, approaching him. He looked up at me as I grabbed the flask from his hands. He didn’t say anything as I walked into the kitchen and poured it all out into
the sink. I didn’t care how expensive it was and I didn’t care if my uncle was going to get mad at me.
“You owe me a bottle of vodka.” I heard my uncles drunken voice in the doorway to the kitchen. I turned to him, placing the now empty flask on the counter.
“You’re almost five years sober!” I said. “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing. Sitting in your flat at noon, getting wasted?”
“It’s none of your business, Elizabeth.” He said. “What are you even doing here? Are you already on school break?”
“I’m staying with my boyfriend and his family for the holidays.” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Boyfriend?” He frowned. “You’re fourteen.”
“I’m seventeen.” I corrected him, letting out a sarcastic laugh as I shook my head. “You’re so drunk so can’t even remember my age. Gosh. Look at you, Terry!”
I stepped closer to him, watching him. He was a mess. An absolute mess. The uncle that had played with me during his sober periods when I was a child. He looked like crap.
“I think you should go, Elizabeth.”
“No.” I spoke. “I know what today is. It’s his birthday and I know it hurts but it’s the fifteenth anniversary so why is now worse than the others? Why do you choose this one to ruin your progress?”
“Elizabeth!” He warned, raising his voice. “I am ordering you to leave. You are a child. You shouldn’t be here.”
“What do you think my dad would say?” I asked. “If he saw you like this? This is disgusting and my dad would be so disappointed to see his brother—”
His hand flung up and came in contact with my cheek, not letting me finish my sentence. I let out a surprised breath, feeling my skin sting. I lifted a hand to my cheek, stepping back as I watched my uncle through the tears in the corner of my eyes.
“Elizabeth.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t.” I said. “It doesn’t matter. Have a good day killing yourself with all the drinking.”
I quickly made my way past my uncle and out of his flat. I continued through the restaurant with people looking at the pace I was walking.
Just as I walked outside, I stumbled into George. He quickly grabbed onto my upper arms of keep me from falling and when I looked up at him, I felt a wave of relieve.
Fred was standing opposite of the restaurant, looking through a boutique window and hadn’t noticed me yet.
“What happened to your face? Are you okay?” George asked, taking my face in his hands to get a look at the cheek which was still stinging from getting slapped.
“How’d you know I was here?” I asked, ignoring his question. He had been on his way into the
restaurant so he obviously knew I was here.
“I used a tracking spell.” He said. “I don’t know how but so got this feeling that you were going to get yourself in trouble somehow so I used this to track you.”
He pulled out the necklace I had given him a few years back. My first ever gift for him. He had been so embarrassed because he couldn’t afford something for me but I didn’t care. I wanted to give it to him because I loved him.
The necklace was a simple silver cross. Other than embarrassed, he had also been so happy and he loved the gift.
“I’m gonna ask you again.” He said, turning my head to look at my cheek again. “What happened to your face?”
“I uh—” I started, letting out a small breath. “I visited my uncle. He’s drinking again and I said some things that I shouldn’t have.”
“He hit you?”
“Yes but I—”
“Doesn’t matter what you said or did not say.” He told me. “He hit you!”
“I want to go, George. I just want to go.”
“Where’s he at?” He asked me before he leaned his head back to look up. “Up there? That’s his flat, isn’t it?”
“I am going to bloody murder him. I’ll—”
“George!” I exclaimed, tucking at his shirt to get him to look at me. “George please. I don’t want to make a fuss out of it. I just want to go.”
“Okay.” He nodded, pulling me in for a hug. “I want to show you something, okay? I think it’ll cheer you up.”
“What?” I whispered as he brushed his hand over my hair.
“You’ll see when we get there.” He told me. He broke our hug but kept an arm around me as we walked over to Fred. He glanced at us before looking at the boutique window again but then as quickly as he looked away from us, he looked a me again.
“What the hell happened to you?!”
Without replying, I looked up at the flat above the restaurant, seeing my uncle in the window of the kitchen. He looked at me, a new flask of some type of alcohol in his hand.
“That looks painful.” Fred commented and I flinched when he touched my cheek. “Sorry.”
“My uncle’s a drunk.” I said. “He had been sober for almost five years but due to the anniversary of my fathers death, he got himself drunk.”
“And he hit you?”
“Was my own fault.” I shrugged. George sighed and looked up at the flat where I was looking just seconds ago.
“Doesn’t excuse him.”