The American

Summertime Sadness.

Laurel

“Fuck!” I panted as I fell on to the bed. We were both covered in each others sweat and juices. It was amazing.

He rolled over to look at me, brushing the free strands that were stuck to my face away. “We should do that again. I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me for so long.” He spoke. I grinned and climbed back on top of him kissing his neck, sliding him back into my wet folds.

He moaned my name numerous times which made me reach my high quicker. I loved pleasing while being pleased. It was a feeling I couldn’t describe.

After a few more minutes, he pulled out and released all over me again. I felt so dirty, but didn’t care. I needed this.

I went into the bathroom to clean myself up then got dressed. “Where are you going?” He asked.

“I told Rachel I’d meet her at one for lunch. It’s twelve thirty. I need to get ready.”

“Oh, screw Rachel. She can wait. We have years of sex to catch up on.” He growled pulling me close to him, kissing the side of my face. I pushed him away. Obviously five times in one morning isn’t enough.

“Clayton, no. I need to spend some time with Rachel. I’ve hardly spent any time with her since I’ve been here, and I leave back for school tomorrow.” I reminded him. He frowned at my words, but I don’t know why. It’s not like he and I won’t be back at it fucking later on tonight when I return.

“I don’t know why your grandma won’t just let you live here so you can finish school here. I knew you going to that school was a bad idea. I swear, if I ever had the opportunity to, I’d curse all of those fuckers and their mom.” Clayton said. I laughed.

I knew he meant well, but it wasn’t worth getting worked up over. I was going to miss him though, more than I’m willing to publicly admit.

“Laruel, you are not going back to school to the states!”

“Come on, Nana! I need to see my friends, and I’m not exactly wanted around here. You make one little mistake, and you’re an outcast. I can’t handle it. I can’t go through a full school year like this.”

“Just let her go for bloody sake. Daphne will be here all summer and doesn’t want to see her anyways.” Theo chimed in. I turned to him, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. Why the fuck is Daphne getting a say in whether or not I can stay in my own home?

Nana groaned. She didn’t want to let me go, but she finally agreed. She had fear written across her face, but I blew it off. She probably just didn’t want me to be alone over there, but I wouldn’t be alone. I would be with Rachel, and Clayton.

Clayton. My cheating ex boyfriend.

He claims that Rachel’s accusation was false, and that she only saw someone who looked like him hooking up with Sharon Peters. When I arrived, I confronted her she admitted that it wasn’t him, so I believed them.

I don’t exactly know how she could have mistaken him for someone else though, he had very noticeable and obvious hair. It was thick, blonde hair that was in a very bushy state, but I didn’t mind. It was one of his best features, well aside from his face and body.

Rachel, Clayton and I spent the first couple of days together as a trio, but Rachel’s family went on vacation. She was bummed that she couldn’t visit me in England, but understood in the end.

I have spent the last month and a half with Clayton, making up for all of the lost time we could have been having sex. I don’t know why I didn’t give in sooner. He knew what he was doing, but there were times where he would kiss a sensitive spot, and my mind would immediately flash to Draco.

I was about to head out the door when an owl tapped on the window. Clayton got up and grabbed the letters from the owl. Something about the expression on his face was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Everything okay?”

“Um, yeah, th-they’re for you.” He said stretching his arm out handing them to me. I took them from his grip and read the names on them.

Narcissa Malfoy.

Theo Nott.

Theodore Nott.

I raised my eyebrow at the last two. Narcissa, I didn’t expect, but I wasn’t surprised. Theo and I weren’t speaking, and Theodore. My birth father, was writing me. Why?

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

I let out a slight laugh. “I um, my dad wrote me.”

Clayton raised his eyebrow at my words. I told him about my months in England with the Notts, and at Hogwarts. I told him how I had yet to once speak to my father, so to be receiving a letter from him was a complete shock.

I opened the envelope and pulled out the parchment that was neatly folded and written on in dark green ink.

Theo

Gloomy. That is the only way I could describe this summer. Sure, every other summer break was the same, but this one was dark and cold.

I had come to terms that it’s because Laurel wasn’t around. I had even began to hate myself for the way I treated her. I was supposed to protect her. That was the only thing Nana asked me to do. Protect your sister. And now she’s dying, and I’ve made a complete arse of myself.

“What are you thinking about?” Daphne asked as she nuzzled up to me. I gently pushed her off of me. I wasn’t in the mood to be affectionate right now, especially with her. Fuck, Laurel was right.

“Nothing.” I said dryly.

“Anyone want to go to Diagon Alley? I need to shop.” Pansy asked and stated. I rolled my eyes at her.

All summer long it’s been Daphne, Pansy, Draco and myself hanging out. After the first week I quickly grew annoyed at Draco and Pansy’s constant groping of each other. I liked them when they were together the first time they dated, but now it feels so forced. They knew how to make anyone in a room feel uncomfortable.

The unstableness of their relationship began to make me rethink my relationship with Daphne, and all of the mistakes I’ve made.

Laurel was right.

Daphne and I weren’t a good match, and something in the back of my head told me that we never were. That I only kept her around for sex, and because I could take her whenever and wherever I wanted. That no matter what I did, she’d always take me back.

Fuck, why didn’t I listen to my sister? She was just looking out for me and for Daphne, her best friend. I was in the wrong. I need to end things with Daphne for good. I’ll always love her, but I can’t keep torturing her this way. I don’t know why, but I can’t remain faithful to her.

I stood up to leave the trio.

“Nott, where are you going? Aren’t you coming with us?” Draco asked me.

I was annoyed, I don’t know why, but I was.

“You guys go ahead, I need to take care of something.” I said before walking to my room. I sat at my desk and grabbed some parchment, my quill and ink and began writing.

Laurel

“Laurel,

Let me start off by introducing myself. I’m Theodore Nott, your father. I’m writing to you in regards to your grandmother. She is not well, and I fear that we don’t have much time left with her. I request that you come home as soon as possible.

I would also like to apologize to you for not speaking to you until the terms were so urgent. When you return, I would like to discuss some things with you. It is my understanding that you have some questions about your dear mother.

I hope you receive this letter before it is too late.

T. Nott”

I folded the letter back up and placed it into my bag along with the other two. “Is everything okay? You’re very quiet.”

“Its just, I, my Nana is dying. I need to go. Now.” I said rushing around the room, throwing all of my belongings into my suitcase. “Please tell Rachel that I’m sorry.” I grabbed my portkey and within minutes I was standing in front of The Nott Estate.

I took a breath before walking up the walkway, and through the tall doors that were in the center of the house.

I looked around the room for somebody, anybody, but when I saw no one, I trudged my feet towards my room with my bags.

“Lo?” I heard someone call.

Theo.

I turned around and offered him a faint smile. He ran up to me and hugged me, squeezing me so tightly that I dropped my bags.

“I’m so sorry!” He said.

“I know.” I said softly. I wasn’t ready to talk, or forgive just yet. Though, I’m not even entirely sure that I’m in the position to forgive, but be forgiven.

“You were right, about everything you know.” He says breaking the massively tight grip he had around me. “You got my letter, right?”

“I-” I was about to respond to him when Theodore Nott, my father stepped out of his study and began walking towards us.

He was dressed in a nice suit as usual, though I wasn’t in any rush to speak to him no matter how much I wanted to ask him a million questions. My mind was now on Nana. I needed to see her.

“Laurel,” His deep, brooding voice boomed into my ears.

“Where’s Nana?” I asked.

He and Theo exchanged a look before turning back to me.

“She’s not well at the moment, and this is her nap time. You can speak to her when she wakes. Now, will you join me in my study? I would like to speak to you.”

I took a breath and nodded, following him. “Theo, please be sure to it that your sisters belongings are returned to her room.”

Theo nodded and grabbed my bags. I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to, but my father seemed adamant that they were moved.

After I stepped foot into the office, the door closed behind me.

“Now, I’ll get straight to the point. I loved your mother, so please do not make any assumptions that I had anything to do with her death, despite what you may have heard. I know that you have spent time with Narcissa Malfoy in the past, and I could only imagine what she has told you.” He began.

“She didn’t tell me anything, actually. She just said how you and mom loved each other, always changing the subject when I’d bring her up.”

“Very well. Well, for starters, the reason I haven’t spoken to you until now is because I have found it hard to look at you. You look so much like her.”

“Get to the point, please. What happened to her? And why was I given away to Gwen Jennings.”

He smirked at rudeness, though I didn’t think I was being rude. I waited fifteen years, I just wanted answers. “Please, sit.” He said gesturing to a chair. I huffed in annoyance, but sat down anyways.

“You were told lies. Your mother didn’t die months, or weeks after you were born. She died the day you were born. Why? You aura was too strong, and deprived her of her energy.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t know this yet, but your powers are far stronger than you realize.”

I furrowed my brows. I didn’t know what he was getting at or what any of this meant. “How?” was all I could bring myself to say. He said he wanted to answer all of my questions, and damn it, he’s going to.

He let out a deep breath and muttered something under his breath, though it was too quiet that I couldn’t quite make out the words.

“You were born on October 31st, the day you-know-who disappeared for a while. Almost everyone assumed he was dead. Not long after his killing curse on the Potter boy rebounded, your mother went into labor. His powers were somehow transferred to you.” He sat down. He was scared.

“The rumors are true, and he has since returned. He sent death eaters to your mother, Gwen’s home and killed her. The dark lord was under the impression that muggles kidnapped you. He, he wants his powers back, Laurel.. but not just yet.”

I felt darkness cloud my mind. I always knew that something about my magic ability was a tad bit different than other kids. I excelled at dueling, and you-know-who was also known to be an excellent dueler. I couldn’t help but wonder that I would suck and be an average wizard if I didn’t get these powers. Hell, I didn’t even know if I had discovered them yet, it could all just be a coincidence.

“He’s coming here. To meet you..” My father spoke.

“He’s going to kill me!” I yelled.

“No. He was very clear, he just wants to talk. Discuss things.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Then he’ll kill you.”

“Can I ask you one more question?” I looked into my fathers worried eyes, he nodded and I took a breath.

“Are you a death eater?” I asked with hesitation, fearing that I knew the answer all along.

He let out a large sigh and looked down to the floor.

He removed his suit jacket, and unbuttoned the cuff of his white shirt and began sliding up the sleeve. I looked to his arm, and gasped.

I have my answer.

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