JUST A LITTLE GIRL | A BELL/FLINT FANMIX
01. Just A Little Girl - Trading Yesterday
You never cared to hear the other side / So why would you / Care to keep this thing alive? / Cause all of this is all that I can take / And you can understand the demons that I face / So go ahead and bat your eyes / And lie right to the world / Cause for everything you are / You’re just a little girl02. Brand New Day - Forty Foot Echo
And I / I think I’ll change my ways / So all your words get noticed / Tomorrows a brand new day03. Dog Days Are Over - Florence & The Machine
Happiness hit her / Like a train on a track / Coming towards her / Stuck still no turning back / She hid around corners / And she hid under beds / She killed it with kisses / And from it she fled04. The Reason - Hoobastank
I’m not a perfect person / There’s many things I wish I didn’t do / But I continue learning / I never meant to do those things to you / And so I have to say before I go / I just want you to know / I found a reason for me / To change who I used to be / A reason to start over / And the reason is you05. Gravity - Sara Barielles
You loved me because I’m fragile / But I thought that I was wrong / But you touch me for a little while / All my fragile strength is gone / Set me free / Leave me be / I don’t wanna fall another moment in your06. Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
The world was on fire / No one could save me but you / Strange what desire will make foolish lovers do / I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you / And I don’t wanna fall in lust / What a wicked game to play / To make me feel this way07. Right Kind Of Wrong - LeAnn Rimes
Knew all about / Bout your reputation / And now it’s bound to be a heart break situation / But I can’t help it / If I’m helpless every time that I’m where you are / You walk in / And my strength walks out the door / Say my name / And I can’t fight it anymore08. Vulnerable - Secondhand Serenade
Tell me, tell me / What makes you think that you are invincible? / I can see it in your eyes that you’re so sure / Please don’t tell me / That I’m the only that’s vulnerable / Impossible09. In My Veins - Andrew Belle
Oh you’re in my veins / And I cannot get you out / Oh you’re all I taste / At night inside my mouth / Oh you run away / Cause I am not what you found / Oh you’re in my veins10. Broken - Lighthouse
And I am here still waiting / Though I still have my doubts / I am damaged at best / Like you’ve already figured out / I’m falling apart / I’m barely breathing / With a broken heart that’s still beating / In the pain there is healing / In your name I find meaning / So I’m holding on
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He honestly never thought he would have to step foot in this dump again after leaving last year. Of all the fucked up things to happen to Marcus Flint, being dragged back to hell to resit his seventh year at the age of eighteen was definitely going to wind up being the most humiliating. Worse part was, he had no one to blame but himself. What else did he expect when he spent his Charms NEWT chatting up the examiner and writing down that the word ‘ehwaz’ meant ‘penis’ rather than ‘partnership’ on his Ancient Runes written assessment? Apparently, good humor and fantastic chat up lines didn’t merit an ‘O’.
Looking back now, it probably wasn’t his finest moment or the smartest of ideas because what he hoped would be his final ‘fuck you’ to the school ended up being their ‘fuck you right back’ too.
Rolling his eyes at the ironic side of it, he flicked the cigarette he had been smoking to the side, watching it land on the grass and slowly burn out. Well, this was going to be fun wasn’t it? At least there was Quidditch, which would actually be on this year now that the bloody Tournament was through. Thankfully, Dumbledore had let him keep his Captaincy. Students had only been back a few days and already he was plotting game plans in his mind, desperate to get back on that pitch as soon as possible. That’s where he should be right now — on a pitch, training, working. Not here, stuck repeating a year, doing work he already knew how to do.
There was one plus side, one, to all this bullshit — and that was in the shape of a tall, blonde Gryffindor called Katie Bell. The girl that had driven him just a little bit insane last year. There was something about her, something he couldn’t quite find the right words to describe but it captivated him. He convinced himself it was simply because he wanted to shag her, that it was her great rack and not her personality he liked, refusing to believe there was anything more to it. And yet he’d missed her more than he would ever admit over Summer, more than he had expected to in fact and it surprised him that the thought of seeing her again actually made him smile. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, she would be coming around to corner on one of her jogs any minute now which was exactly why he had picked this spot to smoke.
Not that he would ever admit that part either.
“Mum says you’re not going to be around that much anymore…”
For someone so young, Hadrian understood far too much. Flint stared at the little boy stood infront of him, trying to keep his emotions in check. “Hey now, don’t you for one second think I’m going anywhere. There’s just some shi — stuff that needs solving, yeah?” He winked, the way he always did when he was trying to reassure people.
It was hard. He wanted to hate Clarisse, wanted to curse her to oblivian. But as much as he hated her, she had a point. With his father free from Azkaban, Hadrian was potentially in danger. The last time Malcom was out, he had attacked his own family. His wife, to be exact, Flint’s mother. She had been the one to hand him over to the Ministry, along with her son’s support, which meant they were officially targets. And if Flint was a target, so was anyone who was close to him.
A lump formed in his throat as he stared at the kid in front of him. His kid. His fucking kid, who he cherished with all his heart, more than he had ever cherished anything in his entire life. And therefore, he couldn’t hate Clarisse. Sure, he knew deep down she was only doing this to spite him, but he also knew she had a point.
“But you’ll still be my dad, right? You’ll come back?”
“You think you can get rid of your old man that easily?” Flint’s voice was strained as he spoke. Hadrian smiled, not quite understanding the joke but finding comfort in the words.
Without warning, Hadrian ran forward and his little arms wrapped tight around Flint’s waist. He clung tight, burying his face into his father’s jacket with a quiet snuffle. The lump in Flnt’s throat grew and for the first time it what might have been forever, his eyes stung with what could only be tears. He wasn’t sure if he had ever cried before, unless you counted the times he had been a child himself. But the way his little boy clutched at him, as if scared this was goodbye forever, broke that hard and cold side of him.
Right now, he wasn’t Marcus Flint, womaniser of Hogwarts and brutal Quidditch captain. He was just Marcus Flint, a father.
