Their Children ~ THR Book 2

It's been 16 years since Clementine, William, Tyson and Charisma were born, and they're all living their lives in school together.
Are their lives all the same as their parents', or are they completely different?

**I own this book but not any of the original Harry Potter Characters. I own all Characters created by me**
***This is the second book in a series so I suggest you read the first book first***

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12. Chapter 11

5 Months Later

Tyson POV

I collapse on the frumpy dorm bed, frowning miserably. I got so much homework today! How am I supposed complete all of it before Monday?

I turn my head to the left and am greeted by a picture of Will. I feel my eyes starting to fill with tears, my breath starting to become caught in my throat. Why didn't I get rid of this photo? It always reminds me of... Of Him.

I quickly flip the face of the photo down and bury my head in overstuffed pillow that resided at the head of my bed.

I start to take off my shirt, untying my tie first and then unbuttoning the white fabric slowly. I slide my shirt off down my arms, pausing to examine the bruises that remain on my biceps. I am careful to not disturb the still-healing knife wound on my right forearm.

A soft hand slides down my back, comforting me gently.

"It's ok," Tom tells me. He must've noticed me close to tears.

"Well, I have a date with Tilly today, so that should be good. Better put on my game-face," I joke.

He grins. "That's the spirit!" He tells me, rubbing my back.

He heads over to the bathrooms, his hips swaying ever so slightly. Tom has made it clear he has a thing for me, but I'm not so sure I return the feelings. However, I can't deny that he's extremely attractive.

I throw on a nice shirt and some jeans, grab my wand and fix my newly-acquired glasses. I quickly check myself out in the mirror, then head out the dorm door.

Clementine POV

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" I scream at my dad. He has to make life so complicated for me!

"It's just that, well, he's coming out of the hospital in a few months now, and we don't know how to tell him..." My dad rambles.

"IT'S YOUR PROBLEM, NOT MINE!" I slam my door and throw myself dramatically onto my bed.

"Wow," Julia says, raising an eyebrow. "You sure told him."

I turn my head to her and flip her off.

"Attractive," she replies sarcastically. She ducks her head back into her book, squinting at the tiny writing.

"Fuck off," I tell her.

"Careful, or you'll turn into Charisma, or what's left of her."

"She only lost one leg. And an arm."

"Which you caused."

"She had it coming. I will not be held responsible for actions that would've occurred anyway."

"You pushed her down 3 flights of stairs, then proceeded to beat her repetitively. You're lucky the ministry saw it as an act of defence, not an attack."

I slump back into my pillows and groan loudly. She had a point.

"What am I gonna do when he comes out? I will feel so... Out of place. I was checked out ages ago. Why is he later?" I ask Julia.

"Don't ask me," she says. "I'm just here for the cake."

"Alright, just because you don't have to do anything, doesn't mean you can't help me," I tell her and throw a book at her. It hits her weakly and she mocks hurt.

"Good gosh, child! You've gone and wrecked my arm up!" She says with a southern accent.

"That was terrible grammar," I giggle quietly.

"I know," she replies with a faint smile.

I really missed her when she was gone. I'm glad she's back... When he's not.

THE NEXT DAY

Tyson POV

I open one eye lid hesitantly. It's 5 o'clock. Why are they waking me up now?

"Tyyyyyyyysooooooon..." Tom whispers.

"What?" I groan in reply.

"Happy Birthday!" Tom says.

I open both my eyes to see I'm surrounded in presents. Tom and the rest of the boys are grinning down at me, quite pleased with their efforts.

"That's not the best part..." Tom says mysteriously.

I sit up in alarm. "What's the best part?" I ask cautiously.

"Ty."

I would know that voice anywhere.

"WILL!" I scream.

I see the familiar blonde hair walk into the room. But where Will was bright and perky, this boy is pale, tired and sad.

What have they done to him?

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