Mickey Nunez // Harry Potter (lightninghead) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-04-10 11:42:00 |
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WHO: Mickey Nunez and her NPC parents
WHAT: War forces everyone to grow up a little fast, and difficult choices must always be made.
WHEN: Today, 7 A.M.
WHERE: The Nunez’s home in Maine.
In the months that Mickey had become Harry’s reincarnation, she’d begun to grow twitchy and restless. At first she’d hid it well, but it had gotten worse as time progressed. It was like the further she let herself immerse into the world of reincarnation, the more she forgot about her normal life. Her old friends began to slip to the wayside in favor of the people she knew because of Harry- people like Tabitha and Zoe and Griff and Aiden. School was ignored almost entirely, and her once steady grades fell to the point where she knew she’d be kicked out of school that semester. Instead she filled her life with trips to Diagon Alley and attempting to squint through book after book, testing out every spell she came across and trying to master them all in turn.
The only part of her life that hadn’t seemed to suffer was the relationship she had with her parents. If anything, it had only made it stronger. She called them as often as possible and revealed to them more about herself then she ever had before – except for her becoming a reincarnation. That she never intended to tell them about it, it would only make them worry. And right now, she just wanted to make her relationship with her parents as strong as possible. To really take a chance at the opportunity that Harry had never had in his life. It almost seemed to them as though Harry was getting a second chance to do everything right this time.
But then she’d begun to notice things. Little things, big things, but all of them pointed to the same conclusion: war was coming. She’d pretended to herself for a while that she still had a choice as to if she would be fighting in it or not, but there wasn’t much point. Since the morning she’d woken up with Harry’s voice in her head, everything in her life had changed. She couldn’t be an interior designer anymore- she needed to do something so much more with her life. Something so much bigger and important. And fighting with Camelot to protect the people the Resistance was trying to threaten was a start to that. Hopefully not an end, but it was impossible to say. Harry knew better then anyone how easily a life could end in a war. Which was why she had to do what she was about to do; Mickey was trying to protect people, in every way she knew how.
She’d spent the whole previous evening with her parents after begging them to take a day off of work. For her, because she missed them, and had (supposedly) flown all the way out to see them. It had taken some convincing, but she’d managed it. For hours they’d hung out in their living room, simply enjoying each others company. Laughing, talking, just being a family together. Mickey was even able to almost forget the battle she'd been in only the night before. And if her chuckles were a little hysterical sounding or she had to get something out of her eye more often then anyone really should have, her parents never questioned it. It was a picturesque moment of an ideal family. For all of their issues, they were still a family, and Mickey loved her parents more then she could ever really say.
Now they were sitting at the kitchen table, their backs to her as they munched on toast and sipped at their coffee for breakfast. Originally, she’d planned on talking to them one last time. Apologize to them for what she was about to do. Slender fingers tightened their grip on the wand in her hand, her heart thudding loud in her ears. There was no way she could look them in the face again- she never would have been able to carry out the deed she was about to do. She had wondered about that, once. Why in the films Hermione had done it while her parent’s backs were turned. Now she knew. She could never have been able to bare to watch the expressions on their faces as she became a stranger to them.
”Hey, you guys love me, right?”
“Of course we do, honey. Why would you even ask?”
“I just like hearing it. And I love you both, and you know that, right? I love you so much, mom and dad. I always will.”
“Damn, Mick. What’re you gettin’ so serious for? Is somethin’ wrong?”
“No, it’s nothing. I just… Needed to say it.”
Mickey swiped at her eyes with her thumb. At least their last conversation from last night had been a good one, right? Even if they never remembered her meager, pathetic attempts to say goodbye, she’d been able to say it. It was more closure then most people got, and they weren’t even going to die. They would move on, and live happy, fulfilling lives far away from Mickey and the war she was about to throw herself into. Just two people, trying to achieve their dreams and have a life together. One that would never include her again.
Her hand was steady, and her voice only held the smallest of quivers as she looked at her parents for what could very well be the last time.
“Obliviate.”