Because Of Them *Complete!*

[kissofdeath]

Title- Because Of Them

Rating- K+

Summary- Albus and Minerva's daughter thinks about her childhood.

AN- I thought of this song while listening to "Because of You" by Kelly Clarkson. Originally I had it be a songfic but the lyrics didn't fit in with the story. Hope you like it, please review!

I stare at the newspaper in front of me. It is all about the death of Albus Dumbledore and the funeral that was to take place tomorrow. I have heard about his death long before the prophet arrived this morning. Mostly from colleagues at the ministry who knew him personally and were devastated over his death or from those who were terrified that Dumbledore had died while they were in the middle of a war. I however, felt nothing over his death. No fear and certainly no grief. No one thought much of it though. After all, they know that I attended Beauxbatons as a child and would know almost nothing about him. They were all mistaken however for I did indeed know him. Much more than anyone knew for I, Adara McGowan am actually Adara Dumbledore.

Yes, I am one of the 3 children born to Albus Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts and his Deputy (wife in private) Minerva McGonagall. It was a secret known to only a handful of people meant to protect the children but honestly, all it did was hurt them. You might think “Oh with such a man like Albus Dumbledore for a father their childhood must have been grand!” Well, those people could never be more wrong!

I walk out to my balcony and stare at the night sky. I think of my childhood. For many children it is supposed to be a happy and wonderful time. For me, it was hell. It was in the middle of a war and it didn’t help that the whole world depended on my father and my mother had a whole school to run. My parents would never admit it but me and my brothers always came 4th in their lives. 1st it was the wizading world, 2nd was the school, 3rd was each other, and 4th was their children. Often as a child I’d watch my father cancel plans with my mother. I knew he hated to do that but still, it bothered me. What bothered me even more was that my mother was never angry about it. Yes, she’d be a bit disappointed but would never be angry. Once when I was younger I asked her why she was never upset with my father for canceling their plans. My mother stared at me a long time before answering. “Adara, I love your father with all of my heart. He is everything to me. And when you love someone as much as I love your father, you’ll do anything for them” At that time, I admired the way my mother cared so much about my father, but as I grew I pitied it.

I started out loving my parents as any small child would but then gradually I lost my respect for them to the point where I hated them. My eldest brother Alberic and my younger brother Aidan were more understanding and loved our parents unconditionally. Something I couldn’t do. I remember being envious of them for this ability but just like my mother’s love for my father, I pitied it. When our parents disappointed them by canceling activities they were devastated while I, who was already used to it, felt nothing.

By the time I was a teenager I had become a completely different person. I no longer smiled or laughed and dressed in head to toe in black. My blue eyes identical to my father’s, without the twinkle was hidden behind black eyeliner and eye shadow. My hair the same as my mothers was often streaked with various colors. I wore short black leather skirts, black tube tops, and fishnet gloves and stockings gave me the look of a thug off the streets. My tattoo on my lower back and multiple piercings on my ears, navel, and tongue didn’t help.

Often I would make a sad attempt at sneaking into the house in the wee hours of the morning drunk and high. My parents would always be on the couch in their nightclothes waiting for me. When I did come home my mother would yell at me and drag me to bed. My father did nothing however. He’d sit on the couch starring at her with an odd look in his eyes which I always assumed was anger. Looking back now I realize that it wasn’t anger but disappointment and pain. He never took part in disciplining me until one night

“I can’t believe you Adara! Is this how it’s going to be every night? Having to wait until 3 in the morning until you come back from god knows where drunk and high?!? What kind of example are you setting for your brother?” My mother would say.

“You’re one to talk about setting an example! You two who are never here and practically abandon us! Face it; you’re a failure as a mother!” I’d bite back.

That’s when my father stepped in.

“Adara, you have no right to speak to us that way! We are your parents!”

“No you aren’t! All you did was fuck each other and got landed with us. You never gave a shit about us! You cared more about the children in Hogwarts than your own!”

“That’s enough! You will apologize to your mother and me and go to bed!”

“No, that’s it. I’ve had enough with this shit. I’m leaving!”

“Oh? And where will you go?”

“Anywhere! Anywhere is better than this hell hole!”

I summoned my trunk and belongings and walked to the door. I turned around to face them before I left.

“One good thing came out of being your daughter. While the rest of the world sees you as a hero and their savior, I know the truth. You’re nothing but a bastard!”

I pointed to my mother

“And she is your prize.”

That was the last time I ever saw either of my parents. I moved out of the house before I started my 7th year at Beauxbatons and didn’t even see them at my graduation. I still kept in touch with my brothers though who would often beg me to make peace with my parents. I said I would when I was ready. The days turned to weeks that turned to months which quickly turned to years. Now it’s too late to reconcile with both my parents. In my mind I’m debating whether or not to reconcile with my mother who I’m positive is in the depths of sorrow. I wouldn’t be too surprised the prophet contained news of her death sometime soon. I was correct in pitying her and my brothers for their love for my father. But I was also correct in envying them for although my father was rarely there for his children, he loved us all very much and he showed it every way he could. But I wonder. Can a few memories of love and joy make up for a childhood of pain and loneliness?

[dianahawthorne]

wow - amazing story. Really intense, but I feel you captured the emotions VERY well. Great job!

[beMMADfabulous]

Aww! I know this probably isn't the point, but I do see Albus and Minerva's POV here. I can't imagine how difficult it was for them during the war and trying to keep both their marriage and their children secret. I wish they didn't have to. I suppose I now more appreciate the fics about them not having children if their marriage is secret. Great job, dear!

Must... read... fluff! lol

[tabbykit]

Wow....that made me really sad......and I find myself not liking their daughter..........at all......well written.......but ........*sniff* She's mean

[kissofdeath]

Thank you so much for the reviews guys!

Tabbykit- This fic wasn't exactly meant for you to dislike their daughter. It was just meant to show you the struggles their children might have had because of Albus and Min's positions in the wizarding world. Sorry if it seemed like she's mean.

Anyway, I'm thinking of writing a sequel where Minerva's dying from grief and Harry seeks Adara out. What do you guys think?

[tabbykit]

Totally write the sequel!!!!

[kissofdeath]

Alright, I'm working on it right now. I'll have it up tomorrow or the next day. Thanks for the encouragement!

[prodigyviolin101]

Can't wait for the sequel.

[Blue]

Great fic, has the sequel been posted yet and I just haven't seen it?
I do sympathise with Albus and Minerva here, it must have been awful trying to hold everything together, but I love that one of ADs children isn't desperate for his love or approval and actually doesn't like him, it's very refreshing.

[prodigyviolin101]

I was wondering if I had missed the sequel as well?

[morgainegaunt]

Amazing story. It's so different from the other children-stories. Somehow I like Adara. It must be horrible to be Dumbledore's child, I think.

Anyway, great work. But where is the sequel?

[PiER]

I finally have a few minutes to spare and luckily I stumbled across this. It's a very interesting take on what it would be like to be the child of Albus and Minerva. The way you wrote it makes it, indeed, plausible.

I must admit that "And she is your prize" was a very witty remark. It summed up her feelings more than the rest of the argument. She pities her family but her jealous streak shines through.

I would like to read the sequel and if you do write one I hope it will not become soppy and fluffy. Adara seems rough and raw though perhaps deep down a small part of her is slightly more emotional. She did keep in touch with her brothers after all. Well you know best, after all, she is your character.

PiER

[mmadcrazyfan]

i love this. the emotions are great, and it is a really good diversion from the norm of the devoted children that adore their parents

[mmadcrazyfan]

and jsut wondering- did i also miss said sequel? orrr is it on ff.net?

[kissofdeath]

Thank you so much for the reviews guys. I've been so side tracted by things going on right now especially with school starting again. I'll probably have the sequel up sometime this weekend.

~kissofdeath

[mmadcrazyfan]

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this calls for a sherbert lemon....=D

[prodigyviolin101]

I'll be looking forward to it!

[ιady ταвz]

aww, brought tears to me eyes

[kissofdeath]

I know, I know. Its been ages but heres part of the update. I've decided to kinda make it a bit lengthy, but I hope you enjoy it!

~ Chapter 2~

“Mum, please. You have to eat something. You’ve got to keep up your strength” Aiden begged his mother.

Minerva turned around on the bed to face the other side, instead of her youngest son. She couldn’t bear seeing the pained look on his face. Especially when she was the one causing it.

“Dad wouldn’t have wanted this” Aiden argued.

Minerva turned around abruptly. “Well he didn’t want a lot of things to happen, did he? He didn’t want the Potter’s to die, he didn’t want Umbridge in the school, but she still came! He didn’t want Fudge to ever have been Minister but somehow that stupid oaf got it , didn’t he? And he sure as hell didn’t want to lose her but she still left didn’t she?” Minerva calmed down a little after that last statement. “Don’t you see Aiden? Your father didn’t want a lot of things to happen, but they still happened anyway.” She finished with tears streaming down her face.

Aiden stepped back, tears slowly filling his emerald eyes. “I-I’m sorry mum.”

“Leave me be, Aiden. Please” begged his mother as she turned around once more.

Aiden obliged and left the room, wiping away his tears. He entered the sitting room, where he found his older brother Alberic sitting on the couch, pouring a glass of wine for himself. He offered one to Aiden, who refused.

“So how is she today?” He asked after a long gulp.

“Same as yesterday. Refusing to eat, just lying there in her own little world.”

“Did mum mention her again?” Alberic asked in an annoyed tone.

Aiden glared, the fiery temper that ran in their genes rapidly rising. “Why doesn’t anyone ever say her name? It’s always her.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to call her by another of her various nicknames? Bitch? Whore? Selfish Slut? Traitor? Do any of these catch your fancy?”

“Why must you be like that? Always focusing on the negative.”

“Well there isn’t exactly anything left after the negative.” Alberic answered coolly.

“You can lie to yourself if you like, brother. But don’t bother lying to me. I know you still love her, you still care about Adara.”

“Ah yes. That was her name! Adara! My memory is becoming intensively clear! Yes, I remember everything so perfectly now! Adara! That one girl who looked like a whore, dressed like a whore, acted like one. The alcoholic bitch who did nothing but drugs and alcohol and whined constantly about how her life was so cruel and unfair. Yes, sounds of my childhood are becoming so perfectly clear now!” Alberic ranted. He raised his wine glass “Long live Adara! The bitchiest whore in the world!”

Aiden pulled out his wand and pointed it at his brother “You would never understand what Adara went through. What she still goes through!. Especially now that you won’t even speak to her anymore!”

Alberic, calmly put his younger brother’s wand down and grasped him firmly by the shoulders. This time he spoke seriously. “Aiden, I spent most of my life trying to keep the peace between our parents and our sister. You wouldn’t remember, you were much too young. They were always bickering. I can promise you, the best thing that ever happened in their lives was when they broke apart. They are much happier this way.”

“Maybe before, but not now. Mum wants to make peace with Adara. Especially now with dad gone and the war raging on. Please, you have to help me convince Adara. Dad would’ve wanted this.”

Alberic let go of his brother. He walked over to the table and took a long gulp, finishing his drink. “Very well. We shall inform the Order of our plans. With luck, they’ll be able to help us.”

Aiden smiled brightly and hugged his brother.

[gryffindorprincess]

I love this...can't wait for more.

[mmadcrazyfan]

I am addicted. This shows a whole different layer of the family Dumbledore, and I LOVELOVELOVE it!

[prodigyviolin101]

Very good, I was thrilled to see the update.

[kissofdeath]

Ok, I know its been forever but here's the next part of the story. Hope you guys like and please review!

~Chapter 3~

“So Minerva finally wishes to make amends with Adara?” asked Moody as he took a gulp from his hip flask, after the two brothers filled the Order in on the events that had just taken place.

“No, I daresay she’s wanted to for a while. It’s only now that she’s admitting to it.” Answered Aiden as he looked around at the other listening order members.

“Well, no excuse like being on your death bed to get your child running back to you, eh?”Answered Dung, earning glares from Molly, Tonks, and Hermione and a whack on the head from Moody.

“How could someone do this to their own family? Just walk out on them like that and never speak to them again?” asked Harry angrily.

“Oh its possible, and quite easily done, might I add.” Said Mr.Weasly, thinking of his son Percy.

“What can we do to help?” asked Mrs.Weasly, with tears in her eyes.

“I was hoping either Tonks or Kingsley knew anything about her. Which part of the ministry she worked, where she lives…any information that would be of use to us.”

“I don’t know if I can be of much help to you there. I only know her as my boss, and just the fact that she’s one of the best aurors the Ministry ever had.” Said Tonks apologetically. “ You should ask Kingsley though. He’d know, after all he dated her for a few years.”

“TONKS!” hissed Kingsley across the room.

“You what!?!” exclaimed Aiden.

“How could that possibly surprise you? Siamese twins sleep alone more than Adara does!” exclaimed Alberic as he shook his head at his brother’s shock.

To everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t Aiden who responded, but Kingsley. “How dare you. Up until 30 seconds ago you didn’t even know where your sister worked, or even where she lived and yet here you go making false accusations and judgments! If you must know, my relationship with Adara was much more than just a few fun nights every now and then. It was an actual meaningful and loving relationship! One that I had hoped would last forever….”

“Calm down, lad. Alberic didn’t mean it. Right Alberic?” asked Moody as he stepped in front of the taller, younger man in an attempt to calm him down.

“Of course.” Said Alberic quickly, clearly intimidated. “So are you going to help us out or what?”
Kingsley glared at the auburn haired man and his obnoxious attitude. Fighting the urge to hex him.

“Please, Kingsley?” pleaded Aiden.

Kingsley sighed. “Alright. I’ll assist you as much as I can.”

“Thanks, mate.” Said Alberic as he clapped Kingsley on the back, smiling.

Kingsley shrugged the other man off. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for Adara. She deserves all the happiness in the world and this may grant her that.”

Aiden smiled at the older man’s gesture towards his sister.

“Well than lead the way. Off to Adara’s house we go!” said Alberic brightly.

“Wait! I want to go with you.” Said Harry as he stood up to catch up with the other three men.

“Harry! It’s none of your business! This is between their family!” exclaimed Hermione.

“I know! It’s just….I feel slightly responsible for the split between them. Dumbledore spent a lot of time focusing on me and ended up losing his family.” He said sadly

Aiden turned around and looked Harry straight in the eye “Harry, what happened to our family was not your fault. I don’t want you to ever feel responsible for it. However, if you truly feel responsible for what happened you may come along. That way you can get some closure.”

Alberic grinned. “Alright then. The more the merrier. See you all later!”

The four wizards walked out of Grimmauld Place where the all apparated away to Adara’s home, ready to meet their sister face to face for the first time in 16 years.

[dianahawthorne]

Great chappie - looking forward to the next one!

[micha]

Yes, this is a very interesting story....it reminded me of a friend, whose father was a pastor (church minister) and his parish would always be first - her mother suffered and all of the childeren felt neglected...

The updates are great - so she is a great auror now *surprise*, following family traditions after all, it seems to me. Please continue - but I agree with the last post: I don't think, I 'll survive, if Minerva doesn't!

[kissofdeath]

~Chapter 4~

I sighed in frustration as I heard my clock ring six times, signaling that it was now six o’clock. Scrimgeour was supposed to come by my apartment over an hour ago to go through reports of Voldemort’s recent activities and plans on defense against his rising power that needed his approval and signature. “Damn him,” I muttered to myself. “You’d think by now we’d have a minister who’d at least be able to tell time.”

Just as I was putting all the paperwork away I heard a knock on the door. Rolling my eyes I walked over, ready to throw a fit with the minister for wasting my time. Unfortunately, what I saw made talking impossible for me. Outside my door were four men I had prayed to the gods I would never have to see face to face again.

Two of them were my brothers. The eldest whom I had not spoken to in over ten years because we could never get a sentence out without raising our voices in anger. And the youngest who could never seem to understand that we don’t always get what we want or a happy ending in life.

Another, a teenage boy whose identity was obvious from the moment I laid eyes on him by the scar running through his forehead. I’ll admit, I felt a jolt of anger and disdain when I discovered who he was. I realize, of course, that it isn’t his fault that my parents doted and basically obsessed over him, but I am human and therefore entitled to feel such emotions, no matter how ridiculous and unreasonable they are.

The last man is one who’s presence causes me the most pain, for although my past is entwined with all men present, it is closely entwined with his in a very intimate way. I meet Kingsley’s eyes briefly but can’t stand the pain and sadness so clearly evident in his eyes that has lingered there even after the years that have past since we –I- ended our relationship.

Just as I regained my ability to speak, I notice something about the men’s expressions. All of them, with the exception of Kingsley, are looking at me in a rather cross, angry manner. Almost as though I had done something wrong. This irritates me and before I can stop it, the words that tumble out of my mouth come out harsher and much colder than I had intended. “What the hell do you want?” I ask, crossing my arms on my chest.

Immediately, I’m met with glaring eyes from the three men. (Kingsley never got angry with me. No matter how unreasonable I was being. That’s one of the things I love –loved- about him) for a split second I freeze, noticing instantly how much my brothers resemble my mother when she’s angry. The same piercing eyes turned into slits that used to terrify me as a child. However, just like so many years ago, the fear subsides and I meet their glare with one of my own. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Potter flinch slightly. I smile to myself. I prided myself greatly on my ability to terrify people with just a look. It was very useful when it came to dealing with young, cocky aurors. The pride quickly evaporates when I hear Potter mutter “Bloody hell, she’s just like McGonagall when she’s ticked off”

I roll my eyes and say rather coldly “If all you’re going to do is stand there, glaring at me while making idiotic comparisons then you can just fuck off.” I say as I slam the door in their faces.

Just as I was about to walk to my bedroom I hear a loud blast and turn around in time to see Alberic with his wand drawn out with smoke emitting from it and my door in pieces.

“Even after sixteen years you still haven’t changed, Adara. When the situation gets too hard you run away.” He says to me.

“Yeah? And after sixteen years you’re still the same way too. You’re still an ass! Was it absolutely necessary to blast my door into splinters?”

“For a normal person, no. It would have been completely unnecessary, not to mention rude. For you however, it’s the only reasonable thing to do! It’s pathetic really when you think about it. You care about your bloody door than you do your own family! You know, most people who haven’t seen their family in sixteen years would at least say “Hi! How are you?’ before telling them to fuck off!” Alberic shouts back at me.

Without quite realizing it I pulled out my wand and sent a stinging hex on him. He cries out in pain for a moment before sending a bat boogey hex at me, which I block easily. Before I know it we’re dueling in the middle of my living room.

“STOP IT YOU TWO!” Aiden yells from the side as he breaks us apart. I stare at my younger brother for a while in shock. The last time I had seen him he was an eleven year old who was afraid of his own shadow. He at least had changed during the last sixteen years.

Aiden turned to Alberic. “When I asked you to help me find her, it was to show your support, not start a war with her,” he said pushing Alberic slightly.

He turned to me and, out of the blue, hugs me. Stunned, I stand there awkwardly, wincing at the tightness of his embrace and raising my arm to slightly pat him on the back. It had been years since I had that kind of contact with someone. Especially with someone I hadn’t seen since they were a child.

I notice Potter watching the three of us with wide eyes, almost as though he’s watching a play of some sort. Clearly this wasn’t what he expected from the great Albus Dumbledore’s family. I smile slightly when I see Kingsley fixing my door with his wand and cleaning the mess Alberic and I had made.

When he finally releases me from his death grip, I am slightly alarmed to see tears forming in his eyes and don’t quite know what to do, making the situation even more awkward. “Adara, Mum’s sick. All this grief is killing her. Please, Adara. We’ve tried everything to help her but nothing helps. She’s fading away with her grief. Please, you have to make up with her! She needs you now more than ever!” he begged, tears streaming down his face.

I shrug away from him. “Maybe he hasn’t changed all that much.” I think to myself. I stare into his eyes for a moment, concentrating. Within a second I’m into his mind. All he says is true. I see images of my mother lying in bed at night, clutching one of my father’s old nightshirts, stroking my father’s portrait in an effort to wake him up, Aiden’s useless attempts at getting her out of her room or to at least eat something. I wait another moment before replying. “I’m afraid I don’t have the time. I’ve got countless meetings this week, not to mention I’ve got an entire department to direct and give orders too.” I walk back to my desk arranging the papers Scrimgeour neglected. I brace myself for a loud explosion from at least one of my brothers but before they can utter a single word, someone beat them too it.

“You’re kidding, right? Your mother is lying on her deathbed, her one wish is to make peace with you or at least see you and you can’t even grant her that! Not to mention the fact that you just walked away from your family and haven’t seen them in sixteen years! For the life of me, I can’t imagine how you got to be one of the heads of the auror department because from what I’m seeing, you’re nothing but a spoiled, self-centered brat.” Potter yells at me from across the room.

I turn around slowly, vaguely aware that all the objects in my apartment are now levitated. (I always lost control of my magic when I was angry) I walk across the room so I can look at that stupid fucker’s eyes. “How dare you! This is none of your concern, none of your business and yet you burst into my home uninvited and have the nerve to lecture on matters you have absolutely no understanding of and insult me! This has nothing to do with you, Potter so get the fuck out of my house!”

Alberic steps in front of me and pushes me roughly against the wall. His face is as angry as I have ever seen it. “If anyone has ever insulted you it’s because you have deserved it. You have always claimed that our parents ruined your life and that your life is it shambles because of the trauma and pain they caused you. Well you deserved it. If you are unhappy with your life it’s not our parents fault. It’s karma. You’re a cold-hearted selfish bitch Adara. That’s why your life is the way it is.”

For some odd reason, his words have such an effect on me. I can’t help the tears stinging in my eyes that have started to course down my face. It shocks me that just a few sentences out of my brother’s mouth can cause me to break down like this. I hadn’t cried in over 25 years, even after seeing the ravages of war and countless friends dying. I notice Alberic’s and every other person in the room’s face soften at the sight of me crying. They all look slightly guilty, especially Alberic (he never could stand to see me cry), which makes me, feel a slight jolt of happiness, for they truly don’t understand anything. With a shaking voice I confront my older brother. “Did I? Did I really deserve everything that happened to me? Did I deserve to have my birthdays forgotten or to constantly have anger taken out of me? Did I deserve to have a father who valued other people’s children over his own? You were there, Alberic. You have to remember. Hogwarts always came first! Along with the wizarding world and Potter! Sweet Circe, Potter was always on his mind! Did I really deserve all that, Alberic? Because if I did then tell me, what did I do to deserve all of it!?!? Tell me! What did I do?”

Shocked, Alberic releases me from his grip and I sink to ground, completely dissolved in tears. “Adara, I had no idea…” Alberic starts as he raises his arm to hug me. I brush him off though and instead flick my wand over to the coffee table. The table instantly flips over, revealing my pensieve.

“Look into it,” I whisper. “Look through all the memories and maybe you’ll understand.” I look around the room, silently pleading with my eyes. Alberic gets up slowly and walks over to it, the others follow. With a bright flash all four men are in my pensieve, exploring my memories and unraveling the mysteries of why I am the way I am. As they get pulled through each memory and witness each event, I mentally follow them, remembering each memory and the pain it caused me.

[mmadcrazyfan]

Ohh, getting more interesting.

I'm excited for your next update =)

[kissofdeath]

~Memory One~

A younger looking Dumbledore walks into the living room looking slightly defeated and as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He plops down onto one of the armchairs, clearly exhausted. Just as he’s about to drift off to sleep, a young girl about four years old spots him.

“Daddy! Daddy!” She cries out as she runs down the stairs.

Dumbledore cringed as he heard his daughter approach him. She’d probably want him to play with her and he didn’t have the energy. He had stayed up the whole night searching for answers on the sightings of a recent dark lord rising to power. Taking a deep breath he smiles at her although he remains laid back on the armchair with his eyes closed already half asleep. “Hello kitten.”

“Daddy! Where did you go daddy? I missed you so much.” The four-year-old version of Adara tries to get unto his lap but she’s too small and to her dismay, her father doesn’t help her so she eventually gives up and just continues to smile at him. “Daddy will you play with me?”

He yawns. “I’m sorry kitten. Daddy’s very tired. He spent the last two nights working. Maybe next time.”

Adara pouts. “That’s what you said last time. Please daddy. Just one game of exploding snap. Please.”

“Not right now, kitten. Maybe your mother can play with you.”

Adara shook her head. “She said she had a lot of meetings today and she doesn’t have any time.

“And your brother?”

“Over at Hagrid’s hut.”

“Well there you go. Why don’t you play with Hagrid?”

“I already did. Besides, I want to play with you.”

“No, Adara.”

“Please? Just one game.”

“Adara, I said no! Now stop pestering me so I can get some rest!”

Tears spilled from Adara’s blue eyes as she ran up to her room. She collapsed onto her bed dissolving into tears. Trying to forget the fact that not only had her father snapped at her, but that neither him or her mother had remembered to wish her a happy birthday.

[dianahawthorne]

This is a fantastic story - please update soon!

[mmadcrazyfan]

Aw ='(
Poor Adara.

I need an update ! =)