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D.A Forever · 07-04-2008, 07:56 AM

Heyloo! For those few who don't know, my name is Grace, more commonly called Gracie amongst far too many nicknames to keep track of. This is my second fanfiction on SS right now that I write alone, while I've also written a one-shot and write 'Ficlets' with my fellow Quads.
I can't really give a summary, because I feel anything I could say would give the whole point away. I will warn whoever decides to read this now, ~~I know I'm not the best at writing and~~ This can get pretty emotional and sad. I've been told before I'm good at writing things that could make someone cry oddly enough I take pride in that..
Anyways, all the characters used are made up by myself or a friend () and the timeline.. we'll see, it should come up somewere. Enjoy!

Credit for the incredible banner goes to Oya! <3

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Post 3

Without hope..

That's what my mother had always told me and had always stopped short before finishing the sentence. Smiling and saying she would explain when I was alittle bit older, that she couldn't help from forget how old I really was. Mother and Father would always tell me I was far more mature than anyone else my age, but it wasn't a bad thing. They still wanted me to go at the same pace as everyone else and enjoy the time I had as a child.

My name is Isadora Bass, and I am a Witch.

My father died when I was seven. He was a half-blooded Wizard, with dark hair and dark eyes. He and my mother had gone to school together. They had attended Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry as very proud Ravenclaws, and both went on to be a Hit-Witch (in my mother's case) and Hit-Wizard (in my father's case) after graduating.

Mother use to tell me it felt like just yesterday she was a small first year, watching a handsome young boy (My father) run past and fall right over her best friend's trunk while everyone went to board the train.

Apparently some people of whom aren't too knowledgeable with Ministry related things don't realize a Hit-Witch or Wizard is not an Auror; They do work under the same department for magical law enforcement but it's different. They're trained for two different jobs. Hit-Witches and Hit-Wizards capture dangerous wizarding criminals. To be frank I can't say I see too much of a difference in that and being an auror, but I have no place to speak. I have never personally seen either jobs in action, that's strictly not allowed. It's not safe for little kids to be around, obviously.

That's how my father, Andrew Bass, died. Working to help better the Wizarding world. No one had seen it coming, it was simply what one would call a mission gone wrong. Terribly wrong indeed.

It was a hard time, I won't lie. It hurt like nothing else, knowing I would never be tucked into bed by both Mother and Father; to be read a story to fall asleep to, to take family walks with, and to be there to drop me on Platform 9/3 on my first day of school like I had dreamed so many times before.

But I wouldn't cry after a few weeks. I had Mother, and I needed to put on that brave face of mine. It was just Mother and I, and we would be okay. One day things would even feel normal again, with time.

Time to adjust.

I wouldn't admit it. I was afraid though, Mother seemed different for awhile after. It wasn't like her, she was... broken. That's all I could think of, and how could I fix her? I was only a little girl. What could I possibly do?

Mother was okay though. In the next few days, she started acting more to her usual-self; she apologized countless times, and I dismissed it every time. She was my Mother, she didn't need to apologize. I had lost my Father, and she had lost her Husband. Somehow I think it was a worse deal for her, please don't get me wrong! I love my Father with all my heart, and I always will. Mother had known him longer though, she had fallen in love with him many years ago and even though they both knew the dangers of their career's it was unexpected. Both Mother and Father were powerful beyond my knowledge. They were at the head of the team, or squad is what they call it I think.

My mother didn't return to that job. We ended up moving, which was no big deal because we didn't have relatives to keep in contact with. We were eachothers family. Mother got a new job, one where we were surrounded by muggles. She worked in a very pretty restaurant as a waitress. Sometimes I would get to come in, and watch her work. I would normally color in my coloring books, or on paper.

I preferred that, I could draw things that got out the emotions I was feeling.

My mother's name was Sienna Hale-Bass. Hale was her maiden name, the last name she had before marriage. Before marrying my Father. I had always admired Mother's looks so. Her shoulder-length light brown hair always perfectly curled at the ends; green orbs as bright as the healthy grass on a well-watered lawn during the summer time. Her complexion never failed to be evenly tanned all year round. I used to sit in the backroom on the closed toilet seat with legs bent under me, and watch her put her make-up on. It was silly, I guess. But I idolized my Mother in everything she did. She was more graceful than anyone I had ever observed before. More graceful than I could ever dream to be.

When I was nine, Mother had become awfully sick.

She was a muggleborn Witch, which is why I didn't argue with her going to the non-magical people first. I knew nothing about them, it would be wrong to doubt their abilities without truly knowing anything to give me that right, but if they couldn't fix it Healer's surely could, right? They just had to. When Mother came home the next morning after going to the doctors, I begged and pleaded with her to go to a magical hospital. But she refused, day after day. I wouldn't let her sit me down and explain it for almost a week, when guilt hit my little body like a ton of bricks. Mother was sick, and I was being a total brat. She didn't deserve my attitude.

Realizing how badly I had acted, I waited on the couch till she was off the phone and apologized. I wasn't nosy enough to ask who she was talking to once she was done. She explained her illness; A muggle disease, the kind she had particularly was called 'Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia', shortened in medical speak to 'ALL'. It's a form of Leukemia or Cancer of the white blood cells. They say if left untreated it can become fatal. Which is doctor language for 'It needs to be treated as soon as possible or start saying your goodbyes'.

The signs were all there. How Mother and I hadn't realized sooner, I will never know.

Four months before my tenth birthday, Mother couldn't fight anymore, and I couldn't ask her to. She lost her battle against cancer.

MsMorgan · 07-05-2008, 04:10 PM

Great start! very intriguing . . .

Little Trooper · 07-06-2008, 06:17 AM

Hey Gracie. didn't know you had a fan fic . its awesome

Hg_fan · 07-09-2008, 04:43 PM

Dude! I forgot to comment on this!!

You already know I think it's awesome.

Phoenix 8390 · 07-13-2008, 05:46 PM

Oh goodness! I totally forgot about this!

It's amazing so far! A definite tear-jerker. I luff little Isadora *petsher* Can't wait to read more luff!

soccergirl0388 · 07-19-2008, 05:48 PM

Hey keep up the great work i can't wait for more!!! what happens now that her parents are dead?

D.A Forever · 07-19-2008, 05:53 PM

Thankyou for commenting guys!

So sorry I haven't updated this yet, but I do plan to very soon (Between now and a week maximum).

^^ What will happen?

I can't say.

You'll have to wait for the next chapter

MUSTANG SALLY · 07-21-2008, 02:45 AM

Duuude!!! ~~Maybe Dani is right and I do say that word too much~~

I didnt know this was up!!

It is so beautiful!! I remember you talking about Isadora and going

But this explains a lot!

Oh and that one night when you researching cancer explains everything now

This is great!
PAMS!!!

WeasleyLookAlike · 07-21-2008, 06:24 PM

Wow, that's amazing writing. Please keep going. It was great!

Jess

D.A Forever · 08-06-2008, 10:16 PM

LOL! I'm glad it all makes sense now Steph

Thankyouu!

Aww, Thankyou Jess!

I'm very pleased you think so. And don't worry, I definitely will!

Okay so it took me WAY longer than I hoped, but alot of stuff came up. However, I'm going to be updating in the next few days! Really, this time.

EDIT: Okay, I'm SO sorry its been FOREVER but I am NOT going to stop writing for this FF, it just may take abit for chapters

Sometimes. Anyways, I'm updating as we speak.

EDITEDIT: Okay, it's shorter than I would have liked

but it's there. I didn't want to jump to the next thing on the same post

The next will be longer

D.A Forever · 08-11-2008, 08:39 PM

After mother passed on, I knew what I had to do. Mother had prepared me for this just incase, because one could never truly know exactily what was to come. When it was your time to go, you couldn't simply cling to a metal pole for deal life and throw a tantrum saying 'I REFUSE TO GO YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!' because that wasn't so. Everything happens for a reason, whether we know what it is or not. We have to accept that, and if one wouldn't then I feel sorry for them; denial won't change anything, it only makes it worse.

Three close friends of my parents came over to help me, that was part of the plan we had put together after father died. I contacted them and they knew. Quin, Stephanie and Lenny had each went to school with my mother and father, and had stayed in touch with them ever since. I was really happy for Stephanie and Lenny; they were married and expecting they're first child in a little less than six months. Quin, too. She was engaged to a lovely muggle lawyer. I had met him once; very nice man.

It was a somber few weeks of sorting through stuff and packing. Multiple times I was asked by each of them if I would like to leave the place behind and they would deal with it. But I couldn't do that. This was still my home, for the next couple of days. The trio had also asked me many other questions, even repeated them hoping my answer would change. All three had asked if I would like to come live with them, they would treat me no differently than they always had. They would fill in as my parents, in the way I needed them to yet not be pushy about it. They would respect my thoughts, concerns and choices and help guide the way to my goals. Like any parent or guardian would.

I loved each of them so much. The offers were too much, I didn't want to be a burden no matter how much they said I wouldn't, and they wanted me there. Still, I declined. There was another part to the plans, mother and I had decided on. I would still keep in contact with the couple and Quin, I wouldn't miss the babies arrival or Quin's wedding for the world, but I would be moving far away from the home I grew up in and had so many memories in. The thought alone made tears form in my eyes, but I had to be strong; for my mother and father. They wouldn't have wanted me to be sad, I know that. So here I sit in my sky blue, and lavender colored bedroom. On the soft, carpet floor with my back against my bed, as I pack up the last of my things I wish to take with me.

In a mere two days, I will be going from my home in Scotland, to Washington. It'll be a whole new start, a fresh chapter to begin on. I guess even when your reluctant to, you have to flip the page every now and then. Just like a book, it would get boring reading the same thing over and over. Maybe lifes like that too. We can't live in a 'perfect' world, where everythings always happy, rainbows and unicorns. After a short amount of time things would be dull, with no change. It wouldn't be fun anymore, the world would have lost its meaning. Or people would have, right? I don't mean the 'fun' bit literal. I just mean everything would be the same, day after day, week after week. If you want the good in life, you have to take the bad too. It keeps us balanced on the teeter totter of which we call life.

Hg_fan · 08-11-2008, 08:49 PM

-.- I go bite you if you don't update soon

That was AWESOME

I love how Isadora thinks its so interesting.

She knows so much and ish little.

MUSTANG SALLY · 08-12-2008, 04:20 AM

Wow Isadora is so much older than she really is!!

I adore her

I want to keep her

That was great Quad #3!!
Cant wait for more!

Phoenix 8390 · 08-13-2008, 05:24 AM

I love it

It's amazing. Isadora is sooooooo adorable! She's such a strong little cookie!

Great job Quad #3

gandalfgirl · 09-20-2008, 12:52 AM

New reader!!! Ok, so I was sitting here, reading the first bit, with this passionate Lord of the Rings music playing in the background (yes, I know, bad HP fan) and it was sssoooo sad. It fit the story well. I love your fanfic! Post again soon

Ozzy · 09-23-2008, 03:42 PM

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D.A Forever · 09-23-2008, 06:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Hg_fan

-.- I go bite you if you don't update soon

That was AWESOME

I love how Isadora thinks its so interesting.

She knows so much and ish little.

I adore Isadora

Quote:

Originally Posted by MUSTANG SALLY

Wow Isadora is so much older than she really is!!

I adore her

I want to keep her

That was great Quad #3!!
Cant wait for more!

LOL!

I'm liking these comments

Aw! *Giggles* Thankyou

Quote:

Originally Posted by Phoenix 8390

I love it

It's amazing. Isadora is sooooooo adorable! She's such a strong little cookie!

Great job Quad #3

Thankyouu

hehe, everyone will learn loads more about Isadora, and others alone the way

Quote:

Originally Posted by gandalfgirl

New reader!!! Ok, so I was sitting here, reading the first bit, with this passionate Lord of the Rings music playing in the background (yes, I know, bad HP fan) and it was sssoooo sad. It fit the story well. I love your fanfic! Post again soon

Hahah! Aw! Thankyou

Okay, now for my apology. I am SO sorry it's taken till now for me to post, I definitely haven't left this FF or anything, I just put it on the back burner momentarily with how crazy summer was, and trying to keep up with the RPG school plus get a bunch of entries done for two other FFs. Basically, Gracie's lame and forgot which one needed her attention next

then she kinda thought she lost the paper that has things for this FF on it.

But all is well, it's right infront of me now, and I promise there will be an update no later than before I go to bed tonight.

D.A Forever · 09-24-2008, 12:51 AM

Fortunately I was able to spend my last day, my birthday, at home. My parent's friends stayed the entire couple of days I had left; soon I would be leaving the place I knew and loved. We celebrated my birthday, it was a lovely little party. I hadn't genuinely smiled in a long time, till last night. For those few short hours I was given the opportunity to forget about my troubles, and I gladly took it.

Stephanie made a home-made cake and let me help. Some would say that's not traditional to let the birthday girl or boy see the cake before it's time, but it was always the exact opposite with my family. Lenny had left early that day, and when he came back he had this machine thing. It was to make home-made ice cream, too! You'd never believe how delicious both treats tasted.

As the day became night, the sky of light blue with fluffy white clouds disappearing to make room for the navy blue color and a full moon to light up the darkness. I had to finish packing; we had packed up the house, except what I would be taking with me, that was still left to be done. I was able to fix all my clothes in two big suitcases, and other belongings I wished to take in another. Plus, a carry on bag with things I thought would be helpful to have on hand. And to be honest, a couple of things that made me feel more comfortable to have in my sight. It's not that I believed my luggage would get lost, it's just I didn't want to risk it.

I packed quickly, but thoroughly, not missing one object I had planned to bring. I'm unsure what is to happen to everything else around the house, but I trust the adults know what their doing.

Deep down I hoped I would be able to travel to america by magic; the floo network, side-along apparating, or even a portkey would do. I've known since day one that wasn't going to happen, no matter how much I wanted it to. Maybe I was just being silly, but whose to say the next time I'll have the chance to travel like any old witch or wizard?

By morning Stephanie was in the kitchen again, cooking breakfast again. Quin helped me get ready, and double checked my things to make sure I was all set to go. Afterward Lenny took my bags to the car. We all ate in silence; the car ride to the airport was just as quiet. I think it was when we were getting my bags checked in, was when I noticed the sorrow in eyes of my parent's close, dearest friends. The three had been there before I was born, they had watched my parents give me my first bath, they were there for the first time I crawled, and my first steps. They heard my first words, and were right there to support and encourage me alongside my parents when I first tried learning how to ride a broom and fell off.

They've been there each step of the way throughout my life, they've been loyal friends of my parents, and now, looking up at them as we reached the last security check they could walk me to, tears were swelling up in Quin's amber eyes, while they rolled down Stephanie's rosy face. When Lenny spoke, it was clear he was holding back his emotions. For my sake, probably. His voice broke, reluctantly, as he spoke.

The next five minutes were spent saying our goodbyes; each pulling me into tight hugs and kissing my cheeks and head, whispering words of advice, love, and comfort, until it was time for me to proceed through and wait for my plane to arrive. I watched them go, my gaze fixed and not moving even once the trio were so far in the distance I could barely see them. Only when I was really sure they were gone, I focused my attention on something else.

Before I knew it, my plane number was being called. I waited inline with the rest of the people I assumed were muggles, and soon we aboarded the plane. I took seat by the window; it wasn't like I would need to get up and use the bathroom, I was confident in knowing I wouldn't.

A small boy and his mother took the two seats next to me, he was an unruley little thing but his smile was the most adorable thing. I talked to them abit here and there, but for the most part I kept to myself. As day became night, with only a mere few hours to go, almost everyone around me was sleeping. I couldn't sleep, not with so little time before arriving. And I wished to say that was the real, whole reason. But even I know it's not.

Curling my legs in close I hugged my carry on bag, leaning my head against the back of my chair, tears that I had faught so hard

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