Chapter 14
Father takes a deep breath. I wait in silence waiting for him to talk.
"What's your favorite color, Calypso?" he asks me. I look around the room confused. What does this have anything to do with a couple minutes ago?
"Uh," I think, "it's between blue or a deep green."
He nods his head and the room goes back to being silent. Always with the awkward silences. Does no one know how to communicate?
"When I was younger,” he says, "my father wasn't the kindest person around. He used to hit me when I didn't do something right. I promised myself that I would never do that to my children…"
"Just because you had a tough childhood doesn't mean you can force it onto someone else. It doesn't back up a person's actions."
"I'm not trying to defend what happened. It's just that I'm a stranger to my own daughter. At times I forget that you're my daughter so I react how I normally would to people."
He stops, a small glimmer of sorrow fills his eyes. I can understand where he is coming from, but still, hitting people who defy him? I can see why people are scared of our family. It's like he demanded respect by fear, not by actually gaining it.
I wish people would stop beating around the bush and tell me what is going on between everyone.
At the Weasley's house, everyone was enjoying themselves. Seemed like nothing could go wrong. But I guess that's what's wrong with the world. There are people who are kind and good. Then there are people who are rude and bad. But why must the world be split in two? People who are born of good status and a loving home can still turn bad. People can change, become a better version of themselves. Why can't anyone else see that?
"I just want you to know," he says, "you're a lot like me when I was younger. Except for the fact that I did what I was told. If the Dark - Voldemort wanted something, I had no choice but to do it. If my father wanted something, I would do it."
"Voldemort?" I ask.
"Looking back on it, he was probably going to kill our family once he rose in power."
So now I know who was behind the war. Granted it wasn't a lot, but it's a start. I'll have someone to bring up at dinner someday.
"Calypso," he breaths out, "giving you up was one of the hardest things I had to do in my life. I love my family more than anything, even if I show it differently. I would die trying to protect them."
I look at him, with so much sincerity in his eyes. Even if he was lying, he wouldn't be able to fake that look.
"Well," I say, "I guess we'll just learn as we go. You're my father and I want to know you. Plus, I believe having a different perspective for you will do you some good."
He laughs, which made me laugh. It's good to be able to laugh with him. It's starting to feel like an actual family.
"I've been thinking," he says. "Tonight at dinner we will tell you everything about this group we are trying desperately to keep you from. Not telling you is just putting you in danger."
My eyes light up. "Tonight?" I crock. "Really? You mean it?"
"Don't make me regret this decision.” He stands.
I gave him a small hug, it was awkward, but soon it won't. I want to bring this family closer. I've lived with a distant family before and I just can't live like that again. It was completely awful,
I can't go through that again.
"Dinner," he says, walking out of my room.
"I'll be there!" I say, closing the door behind him. I'm finally going to learn something.