Imaginary -- Summer 2008

I furrowed my brow.  "So you all got away.  But how did you get those scars, Dad?" I asked.  I was getting a little confused.  I wondered if this even happened.  Dad did have a habit of embellishing real stories so much that they changed constantly.  i had to go to Mum a lot for the real versions of different things.

"Well... the Slytherins did beat us up.  You know how I said I'd spare you the gory details?  This is one thing I didn't want to go into a lot of detail about," I told er, not being entirely untruthful about that fact.

I was not entirely sure I believed his story.  Normally they came together better than this.  "So you all escaped.  You went to find Mum then?" I inquired.  I was trying not to let my skepticism show, but I was sure it was.

I nodded.  "That is exactly what I did  I found her as quickly as I could.  I held her as tigtly as I could... grateful she was okay," I said, wich was what I did after every incident.  I would kiss her, hold her tightly never wanting to let go.

I looked at Dad and smiled.  "Dad... is that really a true story?" I asked him as we stood back up to head home.  "It doesn't fit together like your other stories."  I had to call him out on it.

Lyla did not miss a thing.  I squeezed her hand and winked at her.  "The storyteller never reveals whether a story is truth or fiction, Ly.  You should know tat," I told her with a grin.  One day I would end up telling her the truth... but not today.