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Bethany – Pirate in Training
I drink the potion, and as it slides down my throat my body feels weak against the chair. My mind is full of a weird mush of memories. It is Harry who leads me to the end of the forest. He talks to me about what he remembers of our dad – what he looks like, and how to find him.
I’m not sure of where I will walk into. Mum says it will be an important memory. It doesn’t matter if I have forgotten – it is still there. Will I be on the ship, or the shore? I’m not sure, but I hope it will be somewhere I can hide. I am not sure of my reception. He doesn’t know me, but I so want him to know me. What type of person I have grown up to be.
Mum loved me, but there was always something missing. I saw other children with their dad’s. Laughing, sharing their daily lives, and I always wondered. It was on my first day at school, and I saw another child hand her dad a painting – I wanted to do the same.
Pirates aren’t part of the bourgeoisie classes, but neither am I. Whatever I had, I worked for. Through the course of my childhood, my clothes were repaired. New items were valued because they didn’t get brought very often. Yet I didn’t feel like I missed out.
I would have given all my possessions to spend a day with my father again.
Writer Ravenclaw 