Even though they weren’t that close, Lucy took Lily Luna on a world travel for her 21st birthday. Lucy helped Lily fulfil her biggest wish
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Even though they weren’t that close, Lucy took Lily Luna on a world travel for her 21st birthday. Lucy helped Lily fulfil her biggest wish
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Dominique and Lucy were the only Weasley-Potter Kids who didn’t attend Hogwarts. Dominique was prefect in Beauxbatons and Lucy was more than happy with her boyfriend Tom, the captain of the Footbal team from her High-School.
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It’s not that surprising, really.
If you take someone like Molly and try and mould them into something they’re not, at some point, they’re going to break. Even if they’re a straight-A student and they’ve read every book they should’ve, and they’re not rebellious and they’re beautiful and well-dressed and polite and friendly, they’re going to snap one day.
Obviously, it would be Lorcan.
Subconsciously, she’s always kind of been jealous of Lucy. Lucy is such a dreamer and she’s so gorgeous in a different way to Molly; and all the pressure is on her sister, so she can be happy and free. And she’s got Lorcan, and everyone knows he’s so much nicer than Lysander.
It happened kind of suddenly, after too much apple cider and a revelation that shook her whole world. Obviously, everyone expected Molly to fall for Lysander and Lucy for Lorcan – so she fell for him because she doesn’t like disappointing people.
Lorcan loves Lucy, he truly does, but by the fireside Molly’s hair (that hasn’t been brushed in three weeks) looks so much more alive and perfect and of course it’s her, it always always was. Somehow, it’s so much more beautiful to watch someone perfect fly from the cocoon their parents have trapped them in, than to watch Lucy, who’s always been a free spirit.
(Maybe, Molly Weasley needs a change from perfect.)
She puts pink and purple and green and blue streaks in her rats’ nest of hair; gets a tragus and a helix piercing in one ear, and an industrial in the other; and gets a pair of angel wings tattooed on her back – ironic, since she’s far from it, nowadays.
She steals Lorcan Scamander.
Lucy’s favorite muggle movie of all time was Stardust.
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Lucy Loves Painting.
Lucy is afraid of plastic dolls. She thinks they are evil.
Lucy wants to dye her hair.
She feels weird with her natural ginger hair.
“I think we need a break,” Lucy said. “We’ve been studying all day.”
Nods and mumbles from her fellow fifth years sounded their agreement.
“We should do something exciting. Get our adrenaline pumping so we can get some more focused study done before bed.”
“We’re not playing spin the wand Lucy.”
“I wasn’t going to suggest that Lil. I was going to suggest a fly around the grounds.”
“Lucy, it’s eight-thirty. We can’t go downstairs, have a fly and get back here in half an hour. Besides, not all of us have brooms.”
“Well some of us have to share, but we’ll at least get the adrenaline pumping. Flying at fast speeds and staying out late. It’s perfect.”
“But what if we get caught?”
“That’s why I learnt how to cast a Disillusionment charm from Aunt Hermione. Convinced her I wanted to learn it for extra credit for the O.W.L.s. I cast the charm on everyone; I use the Invisibility cloak and Marauder’s Map to get everyone downstairs; we go flying, come back to the warmth and study for a few more hours.”
“What if I don’t let you? I can go and get Albus and Rose. I could stay behind and tell a teacher.”
“Lil. Albus and Rose are too busy with N.E.W.T.s to worry about their Head Boy and Girl duties. You wouldn’t stay behind either. You always come with us when we go for after curfew wanders around the castle. Or at least you used to.”
“Exactly. I used to, but not anymore.”
“What happened to you Lil? You used to be fun before you became Prefect.”
“Responsibility happened to me Lucy. You should try it some time.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean you should try taking some responsibility for your actions for once. You’re always the one who initiates these after curfew wanderings, but you’re so quick to blame one of us when we get caught.”
“I don’t force anyone to come with me though. You all choose to come with me, I couldn’t care less if anyone came with me or not. I’m just trying to have some fun Lil.”
“Well, maybe you should take someone else’s idea of fun into consideration sometimes. Some of us have ideas too.”
“Fine. I’m sorry everyone, for not letting you voice your opinions as to what we should do for fun. Does anyone have a suggestion as to what we should do in our study break?”
Lucy was met with shrugs and shakes of heads.
“Lil, do you have an idea other than flying?”
“Why yes I do Lucy. How about a couple of us go down to the kitchen and get some food, while the rest of us head outside, they can meet the rest of us down by the lake and we can go swimming?”
“Late night picnic and swim. There’s the Lily I know!”
Splash!
“Lily?” Lucy gently shook her cousin awake. “Lily, wake up.”
“Huh? Luce? What’s wrong?” the redhead rubbed at her eyes and sat up. “Why’re you here, at,” she looked at her alarm clock, “two-thirteen AM?”
“Dad caught Molly sneaking in from a muggle club she snuck out to,” Lucy sat on the bed, “and they got into another screaming match. I couldn’t take it. So, now I floo-ed here.”
“I’m sorry, Luce,” Lily hugged her cousin.
“They hate each other,” Lucy put her head on Lily’s shoulder.
“They don’t hate each other. Uncle Percy’s just got a stick up his arse and Molly’s a wild child. They’re polar opposites.”
“I wish Mum was here.”
“You’ll get to see her soon, though. Aren’t you and Molly going to Paris in a few weeks?”
Lucy nodded, before sitting up, a light bulb having gone off in her head.
“Let’s go swimming,” she said.
“Luce, it’s not even close to daylight yet,” Lily replied.
“Please, Lils? I need to take my mind off my crumbling home life.”
“You’re home life isn’t crumbling, Luce. Let’s go swimming.” Lily threw the covers off and climbed out of her bed, before walking over to her dresser and taking out two swimsuits. She tossed a light blue one-piece at Lucy, who caught it and turned to change.
Lily did the same.
Five minutes later, the girls had successfully sneaked through the house, and out to the in-ground pool in the backyard of Potter Manor.
“Three,” the two thirteen-year-olds stood at the deep end, “two,” they took each other’s hands and smiled at each other, “one.”
SPLASH!
THUNDERSTORMS
James says only babies go crawling to their mummies and daddies during thunderstorms and he’s ten (double digits), so he knows what he’s talking about. But it’s summer and mummy and daddy are far away at home while they are at Nana and Grandpa’s house and it’s storming outside. Loudly. Lily tries for as long as possible to stay in bed, ducked under the itchy covers to muffle the noise. It doesn’t work terribly well so she gets out of bed and leaves the room, jumping when the storm lets out a loud crack and runs the rest of the way down the hall to the door on the right.
“Lucy….Lucy…” Lily whispers loudly in the darkened room, still weighing the possibility of creeping back down the hallway and braving out the storm. “Are you ‘wake?”
“Lily?” The bed moves and Lucy’s blurry form can be seen. “What’s wron-“. A flash of lightening hits, causing Lily to start and her thirteen year old cousin to let out a small sigh of resignation. “Get up here. Don’t wake Mol or Rosie,” she adds and Lily suddenly sees the other bumps in her bed and doesn’t feel like such a baby anymore. She joins the bed swimming with cousins, wedging herself in the small space between Rose and Lucy, jostling Rose who lets out a surprised grunt but keeps on sleeping.
Another crack of lightning brightens the room, but Lily just weasels further into the tiny gap between her cousins. Rose’s breath inches from her face and she can hear Molly snoring on the other side while Lucy re-arranges the covers over them all. She spoons into Lucy, their legs tangling together and falls asleep within minutes.
Albus and Lucy were the only Weasley-Potter kids with glasses.
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Lily dives like a dolphin.
Lucy hasn’t gone swimming in years.
—
She was nine years old and Molly had been crying at night and she wanted to prove she could do things on her own because somewhere in her she was afraid she might lose them all if she couldn’t hold on to all of them. Her neon shoes dangled from her fingers, laces trailing on the ground and sand was getting all over them because even the Minister of Magic takes a vacation every so often. The beach was cold that day with a storm-green wind.
Swimming fearlessly like Lily does now, only Lucy’s shoes were left on the sand, lonely on their sides. Their laces waved in the wind and green-blue-gray saltwater poured into Lucy’s lungs. Audrey cracked one of Lucy’s ribs resuscitating her but the shoes were lost forever, bright-green laces buried in the sand.
—
Lucy was fourteen the only time she ran away. Some days her chest still hurt and they said it always would. She was alone in the house now, despite her parents’ presence. Molly had left right after school ended; got off the train at King’s Cross where her boyfriend kissed her like she was the only person who had ever existed. They were swimming with sharks somewhere far away and Lucy pretended she’d never gotten the unmarked postcard.
She ended up at her Uncle Harry’s house and they’d welcomed her in. Lily had just taught her owl to do a flip, didn’t Lucy want to see? Artemis spun around the youngest Potter’s arm even though she clearly hated the trick itself and everyone hugged Lily and laughed and invited Lucy to stay but she went home right after dinner. Percy hadn’t even noticed she was gone.
—
When Lucy graduated from Hogwarts, Lily was the first one to give her a blazing hug, all alight with fire she’d inherited from her mother. She was seventeen and fearless and Lucy was eighteen and wanted to cry. She tried to hug Lily back but the younger girl was crushing her arms and pressed a bag of Galleons into her palm and told her to have fun. After everyone congratulated Lucy, Lily ran to her family and her oldest brother still picked her up even though she was way too big for it.
Lucy “had fun” throwing the Galleons into a lake, one by one. She clenched her broom between her knees and gritted her teeth and gave herself a point for every time she hit someone swimming below. Two for a hand or a foot.
—
Lily’s nineteen and long-legs and gorgeous. Her rich red hair sets her on fire and maybe no one else notices as she leaps into the water with a shout, but Lucy can see Teddy Lupin’s blue-green gaze following her lithe form. He’s twenty-nine and Victoire’s and despite that Lucy knows Lily’s going to get him without even trying.
Lily goes swimming whenever she wants and Lucy hates her for it.
Lily flicked her emerald green tail and sighed theatrically.
Watching her cousin’s reflection in the surface of the water in the grotto, Lucy raised her eyebrows knowingly and tied her hair back with a scrap of seaweed. It wasn’t difficult for her to guess what Lily was sighing about: Teddy, the blue-haired merman who was in love with Victoire, the mer-king’s daughter, and who had stolen Lily’s heart years ago.
Lucy didn’t comment on Lily’s complaining, but that was nothing unusual. She never spoke, and Lily was used to behaving dramatically enough for the both of them.
Lucy surveyed their reflections in the water. Every night the two of them would swim up here to the surface and watch the moon rising in the velvety sky. If a small boat passed Lily might amuse herself by singing loudly enough for the men on board to hear her. Occasionally she swam a little way out towards them, letting her hair float on the surface of the water like oil catching the light.
Every now and then, if Lily was lucky, the blue-haired merman would meet her at the grotto, and the two of them would talk until the early morning while Lucy slipped away, swimming somewhere quiet, peaceful.
Lucy would always return for Lily on these nights, though. Lily’s father and brothers fussed if she came back late through the groves on her own, when the sharks and the humans with their nets and their shrieking voices lurked just out of sight in the darkness. So Lucy waited. She didn’t mind. At least it was a chance for some silence, away from her crowds of cousins. Lily thrived with the others, with company, but Lucy much preferred to be alone. And she knew the dark parts of the ocean where nobody ever went, places where the water was like heavy glass at night. And the surface, way out somewhere where no land could be seen in any direction. Just the stars.
Her cousins thought her odd, she knew. Even Lily did, her official ‘best friend’ (even if their friendship did originate from Lily’s parents instructing her to be kind to her poor little silent motherless cousin), but Lucy didn’t care. Victoire loved her family’s grand palace and Lily loved Teddy and, more than anything or anyone in the world, Lucy loved her secret places, the quiet, the time to dream.
A splash brought Lucy away from her thoughts – Teddy was just visible further out, his hair exactly the same colour as the ocean. Lily squealed and waved, and Lucy smiled softly, preparing to swim away.
In a way their friendship was perfect. Lily was loud, Lucy silent. Lily had fiery red hair, Lucy had soft blonde waves. Lucy left the attention, the sun all to Lily. She was perfectly happy with the shadows and the stars.
Their relationship is like swimming. Sometimes, they just float – float on the surface of the water, not swimming or sinking, just travelling along. They don’t really talk or do anything, but they’re not arguing, and that’s always progress.
Sometimes, they have to swim. It’s fun, but it tires her out like hell. You know: it’s a nice feeling, to be pleasant to him; talking and kissing and amazing evenings like normal couples do… but after a while, the normal Lily always kicks in, and gets jealous and stupid and angry and screws everything up.
Increasingly now, they’re sinking, and she hates it. The feeling of losing control, of total panic because you can’t breathe and you need to get to the surface but you can’t—it’s her worst nightmare.
Lucy is the one she goes to when they’re sinking. Generally, Lucy and Lily aren’t that close (Lucy’s more of a dreamer and Lily’s a bad girl – Hufflepuffs and Slytherins generally don’t mix), but when it comes to hers and Teddy’s relationship, Lily doesn’t trust anyone.
“We had another argument last night,” Lily says, quietly.
“Every couple argues,” Lucy says, soothingly, “don’t worry about it. I know it’s hard right now, but just remember how amazing it is when you’re not fighting.”
Most of the time it works like a charm – one conversation with Lucy and they’re floating again, maybe even swimming.
But not all the time.
Eventually, they sink to rock bottom and once you’ve drowned, there’s no way back up to the top. He apologises and she apologises (even Lucy apologises), but nothing can change facts. Their relationship is like swimming, and they’ve been submerged.
Another Weasley-Potter weekend together. Another well-intentioned destination. Another day just managing to stay under control.
“Come out with us, Lily!” called James Potter, blowing a tall spurt of water through his plastic noodle.
“Nuh-uh,” said Lily, shivering and turning over another shell on the shoreline.
“Are you chicken?”
“No!” she quickly snapped.
“Aw, little Lily’s scared of the water…”
Al’s more diplomatic approach was perhaps more likely to talk his sister into joining them, but he was busy evading another splash from James. However, Lucy swam back towards shore, stepping out and joining Lily on the beach.
“That’s a nice shell,” she said. “Do you collect them?”
“I don’t know,” Lily shrugged, “I just saw a few of them and thought these ones looked cool.”
“Can I see the big one? Please?”
“Uh-huh.” Lily handed it over. “Look, this one’s got a big stripe on it, see?”
“Mmhmm,” said Lucy, scooting back a few steps until she was wading once again. “Where’d you find it?”
“Over there, I think.” Lily nodded at a sloppy mound which Lucy took to be the ruins of Roxanne’s short-lived sand castle.
“Cool,” said Lucy, before clutching the shell tightly and launching into a dog-paddle.
“Hey. Hey! Give that back! Mum, make her give it back!”
“You can give her a turn for a little bit—” Ginny began.
Enraged, Lily plunged into the water and immediately began swimming full-force towards Lucy. “Give it back, it’s mine!”
“Whatever, I wasn’t going to break it or anything,” said Lucy, handing it back before floating off again.
No one brought the incident up to Lucy. Perhaps no one had noticed. But Lily kept on splashing with her brothers and cousins, staying in the water the rest of the afternoon.
