Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
Chapter 5 \\ New Year's Eve \\ WICELA
                          
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor everything that comes with it. The rights go to J.K. Rowling. The only things I own are the holes in her stories that I filled with my fantasies.
                          
Updated: December 2 (2015)
                          
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"Mum, dad, I have to tell you something," Albus said. He was standing in the living room and was already afraid to admit this to the air in his house - which was completely ridiculous because the air had already seen him...doing all the gay stuff. He paced from bench to bench and thought of the best way to tell his parents the truth.
                          
"No, no, no, not like that. That sounds ridiculous and-and-and..." he interrupted himself. He already saw the looks of his parents when he would say it like that. No. He couldn't do it like that. Of course not. Was he mad?
                          
"Mum and dad, please don't hate me..." he tried, but realized it would be totally stupid to say something like that too. His mother would be so afraid that he made a girl pregnant or something. James would probably laugh a lot when his mother would say that - for once it wasn't him who made someone pregnant, even though he didn't know all the girls. But wasn't that the problem? It didn't really matter what he said or how he tried to apologize, his parents would always suspect it was some bad straight thing. Did he really need to tell his parents? What about...he wouldn't tell his parents?
                          
"No, no, no!" he shouted. He turned around and tried again. He should tell them, he really should. Perhaps asking would help?
                          
"Mum, dad?" he asked. That was wrong too. It looked like he was so insecure - which he was, but still, it would be nice to have some confidence. 
                          
"No, no, that's totally not how..." he begun, but was so frustrated that he decided to shout.
                          
"I'M GAY, OKAY?" He had shouted it. The ground was trembling and the wand in his hand was lighting up.
                          
"Shit!" Albus screamed. Eric's favorite chair was now on fire and as quick as possible, he tried to fix it.
                          
It had been a normal Wednesday evening for Albus. The whole evening, nothing had happened. He watched some tv – a muggle thing he picked up from Rose – and there it was. On the television had been a stupid muggle series where this stupid in-the-closet-gay just had his very emotional coming out scene. Albus despised him, because this guy dared to come out and he didn't. If even that guy could do it, he could do it too, couldn't he?
                          
Yeah right. He couldn't. He was this total bitch that wasn't able to come out of the closet. Oh, how he missed Lily these days. Rose was sweet and helpful, but no one was ever able to get through him, the way Lily did. Perhaps it was time. Time to write her a letter and to discover where she had been hiding. She couldn't hide forever.
                          
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Dear Lily,
                          
I hope that Hedwig II is able to find you, because I really need to talk to you. Things are getting a bit out of control. With Rose, for example, or with me. Above all, things are getting out of hand with you. Where are you Lily? I know you're ashamed of yourself – ashamed, or I don't even know what else and I'm so afraid because of that Lily - but no one is judging you. Everybody is missing you, instead of angry. Mum and dad aren't looking for you anymore, nor is anyone else. We know that you need your time, but please, don't keep us at the outside. We love you and we miss you. We shouldn't do otherwise, because you're our family. Families stick together, no matter what.
                          
Please write me back or come back. It is lonely without you there.
                          
Al
                          
Lily sighted and put the letter on the kitchen table. It wasn't her kitchen table that she was putting this letter on. It wasn't even her chair she was sitting on. The only thing that was really hers was the letter in her hand. It made her realize that he was right. Al, of all people, was right. He had never been really good at expressing his feelings and this letter was thereby very special. Sadly enough she wanted to hear Al's problems with Eric or if Rose and Scorpius were finally together or not – even though she missed a few months, she knew exactly who were meant for each other and who not. She missed it. They would probably end up not like they were meant to be if she wouldn't be there to fix everything, Lily knew. Perhaps it was a bit selfish to say something like that about herself, but she knew it was true and she wasn't sorry for that. She liked to help her cousin and brother. She liked the way they thought of her. She wasn't this little girl anymore, but she was one of them and that made her proud. Besides that, both of them had a pretty crappy love life because they didn't admit their true selves to themselves.