Between Crown and Heart

Galaxy Charmé gets nearly kidnapped by death eaters but luckily she's saved by Albus Dumbledore who has been searching for her for the past few years as the death eaters did.But why?Galaxy is told that she will end a cruel war,but how if she has never heard anything about true magic?How if she neither has faith in magic,nor in herself?Strange things happen to her and she falls in love with her Professor Severus Snape who will never belong to her as long as she won't confess her love to him.
Time passes then and she learns what important role she plays in this war and moreover how she has to fulfill it:She has to betray everyone she is fond with.She has to leave them alone when they need her most.And her love's fate is already sealed before her own fate was.
How will she experience her new destiny and how the loss of her life?In the end she will need a shoulder to cry on after her sacrifices but no one will be there for her.Thus be you there for her and give her a shoulder to cry on.


2. A New Day

It's a new day!


I woke up and took a shower and brushed my teeth. Then I left the bathroom and got dressed. I dried my hair, brushed them too and looked in the mirror, in the reflection of mine.


A 18 year old, not very skinny and not pludgy (!) half German, half Indian girl with dark brown eyes, very light brown skin and black hair which reaches down to the half of her back.


My father is German but died because of cancer. It was very tragic for me and especially for my Indian mom. And my older sister supported us very much but it is obvious that it was very hard for her, too. However, I don't like to talk about this topic. 


I smiled but my light reddish lips fell immediately after realizing that I was not looking like a beauty queen nor I looked like an average girl, I just looked terrible! Not because of those bad hair days, which happens to me every day, but because of looking different, not German, not Indian, a mixture of both, just looking like a freak!  


"Galaxy?" The voice of my mother called me up from my thoughts.


"Yes, ma?"


"Breakfast is ready!"


"Yeah, me too! Just coming!"


At home I always speak Hindi even infront of my father. But he usually answered in German because he spoke Hindi with an accent and he's the reason why I have an accent too.  


Looking for the last time in my unsatisfying reflection and quickly deciding to put up my hair into a ponytail because my open hair annoyes me and I simply look more uglier with open hair, I walked out of my room and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.  


"Good morning, ma!" hugging her from behind because she stands in front of the gas range, making omelette.

"Morning?! It's already 11 am, dear! I'm till eight awake!!" She mocked me.


"Mom! It's Saturday! And weekends are for sleeping in!! I mean, why is there a weekend if you do exactly the same as in the week?! And moreover, I deserve some relaxing time because school is very tough right now! After all, it's my final year!"


"Galaxy! Mind your tone of talking!"


"NO! I will not mind my tone of talking! I'm just fed up that every time when I sleep longer we have to argue! That's annoying!!"


"Fine! Here!" she throwed the fry pan aside. "Now you can make your breakfast on your own!" she stormed out the kitchen and left me there, alone.


Looking at the fizzing pan I put it back on the fire and finished cooking the half cooked omelette. While it fizzed on I was thinking what happened.


I woke up, just went downstairs after I was dressed and then I started a fight with my mother. Why did I argue with her? Because of sleeping in. Why am I so impudent? Ma is right! I'm always sleeping in! I should have woke up earlier! I think then we wouldn't have argued! It's all my fault!! I'm such a stupid and lazy tit!! Why do we have to fight about those little things? They are too little, worth of nothing! But it's her temper! And not my fault!!


Just tired of these everyday wrangle, my eyes started to damp. If this happens everyday it strains on the nerves and sometimes you just collapse like I was now.


Stop crying!! Stop! I know I don't really start crying but stop before mom comes back and sees you that weak! STOP!!


I threw the omlette on a plate and started leaving the kitchen with the plate and a glas full of orange juice. Taking a seat at the dining table I ate my breakfast very quite. After finishing I cleaned up my stuff and put them in the dishwasher.


Going up stairs I packed my little purse and throwing on a brown cardigan and a scarf, although it was summer. I always take one because I don't like people looking at my cleavage, it gives me a kind of security.


Going to my mothers room I hesitated for two seconds and listened intensly. Nothing. Knocking and opening the door I saw her reading a book.


"I'm going to that girl I told you about. Learning for biology. I'm until 7 at home." I said a bit shy, remembering what happened a few moments ago in the kitchen.


Still waiting for her saying something I slowly left and closed the door. Feeling hurt I started to walk down stairs. After taking on my grey shoes I left the house. Still hurt I took out my iPhone and put on some music and going to the nearest train station. For the next 20 minutes I was alone.

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