Enjoy...whoever you are...if you are even out there.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Character Profile: Penny
Enjoy...whoever you are...if you are even out there.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Character Profile: Lily
Monday, May 21, 2012
Character Profile: Marissa
Saturday, May 28, 2011
From A Future Chapter of Me and Emily
Me and Emily Excerpt: The trial
Ginny watched as Uriel walked calmly into the room and took a seat on a chair next to Kingsley.
The redhead chanced a glance at Harry, whose mouth was hanging open in shock. She looked at Draco who still had his features schooled to look relaxed and impenetrable. He gave her a small smile, and squeezed her hand. He knew exactly what was going to happen when Blaise began to ask Uri his questions, and Ginny also knew he was as worried about his sisters well being as she was.
Kingsley called the court to order and Blaise spoke.
“Will you please state your name for the council madam?”
“Allegra VanAlan, adopted daughter of Claude and Annette VanAlan, French Muggles.” Uriel responded knowing exactly the game that was being played.
“Will you please state your full name for the council?” Blaise asked, bracing himself for her next words.
The Blonde smiled.
“Uriel Allegra VanAlan…Malfoy.” She stated just as calmly hearing the sharp gasps from all present. “I am the eldest daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, elder sister to Draco Malfoy.”
Blaise held up a file and presented it to the court. “This is a signed testimony from Narcissa Malfoy that Uriel is her eldest child. I also have her original birth certificate and the other Malfoy papers that profess her the eldest Malfoy heir.”
“You lying bitch of a whore!” Harry shouted rising from his chair and rushing toward her. “I’ll teach you to mess with Harry Potter you filthy Malfoy slut!”
Draco was on his feet in a flash, and Blaise had placed himself between Potter and Uriel, but before either of them had to do a thing Kingsley raised his wand and Harry was back in his chair and restrained with the thick heavy chains used for the normal prisoners. The papers were passed around the council, and finally to Kingsley, for moments the court was silent.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Kingsley finally spoke. “All these years, there has been another Malfoy. Ms. Van Alan here is really the first born Malfoy child.”
Blaise spoke again. “I know that this is a big deal Minister, but remember why we are here.”
Kingsley closed the file. “Proceed Mr. Zabini.”
“Ms. Malfoy, will you please tell us how you met and about your relationship with Ms. Ginevra Weasley-Potter?”
“I met Ginny through my brother Draco Malfoy. He had been telling me about her since he was still in school, but I did not meet her until a few months ago. I came to Malfoy Manor from France to stay with my brother. I found out that Ginny was staying there because her husband had been beating her. She and I formed a close friendship and I offered to help her in any way possible.”
“Yea and that included lying to me and making me think you were someone your not!” Harry yelled straining against the chains.
“You make the whole world think your someone your not!” Ginny yelled getting to her feet.
Draco pulled Ginny back down by the hand, and she avoided Harry’s eyes no matter what. This was going to be a long, long day.
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
A Favorite Poem I wrote
Mommy, Why?
What did I do wrong here? Mommy please tell me why.
I didn't mean to make you angry; did you mean to make me cry?
If dad were not at work now would you still throw me against the wall?
Still yell and call me worthless, but pretend "all's well" when daddy calls?
Mommy, please help me up now, you threw me down the stairs,
but you're supposed to protect me, listen to my thoughts and wants and cares.
Please don't stand above me and look down like I have no worth,
your dark silhouette looms over me, like a demon not of this Earth.
Daddy doesn't see it, he's afraid of you just like me,
my brother stays away now, doesn't want to hear my cries or pleas.
Mommy my friends are worried, they all hate you can't you see?
They all want me to stay with them now, to keep you away from me.
I sit in a stuffy office where my teacher begged me to go,
I confess, and tell and cry but so far there is no crime to show.
Then purple-blue angry bruises appear on my fair skin,
my friends all point and ask while my lies hide your awful sin.
A man comes with a camera, takes shots of my front and side to side,
we sit on the porch as the bloody sun sets and I tell all you've made me hide.
Mommy, I'm sorry that the social worker came,
I don't want to get you in trouble, but you're the one to blame.
I'm scared to be in my own home, make a wrong move or word or sound,
I never know what rolls off your back or what lands me on the ground.
Mommy why is it my fault? I don't slap myself across the face,
you told your therapist a bunch of lies, now social services dropped my case.
A few years pass, fast-forward I'm eighteen now mommy see?
And now I've told you I'll call the cops if you raise a hand to me.
Still the insults continue, each one like a smack or shove,
"pig" ,"fat", "worthless", "stupid", Mommy all I crave is your love.
Now once a week on Wednesdays I sit in a comfy and secure chair,
You now make me go to therapy because I have "too much to bear."
My therapist says inside is a little twelve year old me,
she's still looking for your love and approval, something she'll never see.
Mother I've finally realized, there is nothing I can do,
nothing I can clean or make, not a thing will ever please you.
Mother we've reached a turning point, I've locked the door and lost the key,
one day I'll leave and never look back, Mommy you're dead to me.
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