A/N: Hey guys! This one-shot was written for a challenge; it had Taylor Swift's songs,so how could I resist? :P Anyway, the story may seem a little confusing but just so we're clear the parts in italics are flashbacks and the rest is the present. I'll leave it up to you guys to figure out the rest xP
So, without further ado, read on! :D
CI || wishaway.
Her eyes were closed as she spread her arms and the wind whipped her hair behind her. She felt as if she could fly. If only the weight on her shoulders didn’t hold her back.
“I love you.”
“I can’t, you know that.”
“My time is almost up.”
Her friend winced.
“Does it hurt?”
“Of course it doesn’t! I was just taking a moment to thank god for all that he’s given us.” Her friend replied, a forced smile on her petite face.
She walked into the room and smiled slightly at the sight of Teddy sitting next to Victoire bouncing little Dora on her lap and Arthur playing with his Uncles James and Albus. Everyone’s eyes shifted to her as they felt her presence. She plastered a wide smile on to her face and walked towards her family, “Dora! Come here my favourite niece!” she cooed and scooped the brunette into her arms. Placing a slight kiss on the little girl’s cheek, she hoisted the baby further up her hip.
“Hi guys!” she said, “What’d I miss?”
They wouldn’t stop. They kept coming, never ceasing. They flowed down, continuously and she couldn’t stop them. She hic-coughed and buried her face in his shoulder. He hugged her tightly.
“What’s going on?” Dominique asked, Apparating into the room. She felt him shake his head slightly, letting Dom know and that brought on a fresh wave. They flowed freely now and she couldn’t breathe. She breathed in gasps of air as he felt her whole body shudder.
“Shush. Shush.” He soothed, stroking her soft hair trying to calm her down.
They wouldn’t stop. Images flashed through her mind and that brought on another wave, which hit her like a tidal wave.
The pain was too much.
“Oh nothing much, really.” James said looking up at her from the ground, where he was sitting next to two-year-old Arthur. “Rosie and Scorp just left. She finally conceded that she had the stomach flu. Al’s girl here, left to cover some story for The Prophet. Molly and Louis left to get sloshed.” James informed her, saying everything in such a matter-of-fact manner, you’d think he were reeling off a definition for a Transfiguration question.
“How’s Hugo?” she asked no one in particular.
Teddy and Vic looked at each other and Albus got up, suddenly.
“I’ve...got to...I have to be somewhere; sorry, I just realised.” He said, and Apparated off.
James got up from the ground and scooped Arthur into his arms and walked in to the garden outside Teddy and Vic’s lovely home. She could here Arthur’s happy cries as James tossed him into the air and caught him.
“Be careful with him, Jamie!” Vic shouted, so James could hear her.
“Sure!” he replied, instantly.
Teddy got up and gave Victoire a significant look at which Vic nodded and said, “The thing with Hugo is, well, I really don’t know how to say this, I don’t know all the details; Rose will be able to explain it to you better, considering she’s the Healer in our family – but Hugo’s test came back negative.”
Her hopes lifted slightly and she felt herself smiling genuinely for the first time in a long time, “That’s great news Vic!” she said, happily.
“That’s not all of it.” Teddy said, taking a step closer to her.
“Hugo has leukaemia, Lucy.” Victoire said.
Her stomach dropped and the world around her spun as if she were on a merry-go-round.
“W-wh-what?” she heard herself ask.
“Hugo –” Teddy began and everything went black.
She was seven years old. Her big sister Molly, who was ten, was chasing her in their backyard. This was their favourite game. Lucy always won because Molly was a little heavy and couldn’t run as fast as Lucy, little light Lucy could. James, Fred and Louis called her Rolly-Polly-Molly. Molly didn’t like when she was called that.
“Lucy! Don’t run so fast” she huffed.
“I’m sorry, Molls, but this is the slowest I can run!” Lucy teased, definitely running faster than her slowest.
All of a sudden, she was flying through the air and the next thing she knew, she was on the ground with a bleeding knee.
Lucy cried out in pain as she clutched her injured knee. She’d been so caught up in teasing and running away ‘slowly’ from Molly that she hadn’t noticed the stone that was on the ground and had tripped over it causing her knee to scrape against the ground.
“Mummy!” she cried, tears springing into her eyes.
Her mother was by her side in a flash and was soon wiping her wound clean with a wet dishtowel. She whispered to her in soothing tones every time the pain became too unbearable and Lucy hissed. As soon as her mother was done, Lucy looked up at her with shining eyes.
Her mother was the best-est.
“This is her all over again.” Victoire was telling Teddy as Lucy slowly regained consciousness.
Her eyes fluttered open and Lucy felt wetness on her lower eyelid. She reached up to feel it and Vic smiled at her sadly.
“Are you fine, love?”
Lucy shook her head and said, “No, I’m not.”
“You want to talk, honey?” Teddy asked her, pulling her up into a sitting position.
“I don’t think I can,” she croaked as the tears refuse to cease.
“She’s gone.’ Lucy whispered softly, all of a sudden.
“Oh, sweetheart!” Victoire gasped and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.
Lucy’s sobs were muffled by Victoire’s shoulder as she broke down once again.
“Mum’s g-g-gone. She w-w-won’t ever come b-b-b-back, Vic!” Lucy said through her sobs.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay, honey. Just breathe.”
Lucy took a deep shuddering breath and said slowly, “I can’t breathe Vicky. I just can’t. Everywhere I go, I see something that remind me of her; it’s just –”
“Shh,” Victoire soothed her rubbing soothing circles on Lucy’s back and starting to rock her slightly to calm her down.
“It’s going to be okay, love. It’s going to be okay, you’ll see.” She repeated puling Lucy closer to her, holding her close, so nothing could harm her any more.
A single tear rolled down her cheek and she gave Teddy a meaningful look.
Seeing that look, Teddy took little Dora and left the room and joined James out in the garden.
“It’s going to be okay.” Vic soothed Lucy as sobs continued to wrack Lucy’s body.
“It’s her all over again, with Hugo. It just isn’t fair
!” Lucy cried. “At least Mum lived a full life, but Hugo’s barely into his twenties! He’s just twenty-three, Vicky! It just isn’t fair!” she added.
“Victoire didn’t reply and just continued rocking Lucy.
Lucy stopped crying soon, though it did take a while. The sun had set and James and Teddy had taken the kids to Nana Molly’s place.
Lucy pulled away and looked at Vic, her face tear-stained, “Thank you.” She said.
Vic smiled at her and said, “Anytime.”
And I can’t, breathe,
Without you, but I have to,
Breathe, without you, but I have to.
- Taylor Swift, "Breathe"
A/N: So, what did you guys think? This was written on a whim, but I rather like it :) The song I was given was Breathe. I thought I'd take it in a different direction rather than sad/romantic :D
In my mind, the present is a little while after Audrey's funeral; it could be days, weeks, anything actually.
Do let me know what you think :)