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Chapter 1 : Without You, But I Have To
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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.”
Her friend winced.
“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.
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.
“I’ve...got to...I have to be somewhere; sorry, I just realised.” He said, and Apparated off.
“Be careful with him, Jamie!” Vic shouted, so James could hear 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.
“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.
Her mother was the best-est.
“This is her all over again.” Victoire was telling Teddy as Lucy slowly regained consciousness.
“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.
“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 –”
“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.
“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.
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.
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