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“Happiness held is the seed; happiness shared is the flower”
-Unknown author.
YEAR 5:
I took a few hesitant steps towards the field, I’d always been a good Quidditch player, but I’d never actually gotten the guts to try the team. I mean, I was going for seeker, so pressure was at its maximum considering my last name… See, my sister Victoire had been seeker from her first year to her last to the great damn of dear James who had to wait for his second year to be on the team. The position had then been “stolen” by Al on James last year, and little Lucy, had , to everyone’s surprise taken the occasion on her first year to take the position (I’d never seen Al as pissed-off as that). She was definitely the best seeker in the family, (the only ones who didn’t agree were Vic and James, who, in fact, had never seen her play) and was playing every year up until now, when she just decided she was bored of being seeker, and is now applying for beater…
Now, why exactly, with the pressure of three cousins, a sister, an aunt and two uncles that played seeker, on my shoulders, did I decide to try the team?
A dare. Simple as that. I might’ve been a very quiet, and simple Weasley, however I was true to my name in one sense. I never, ever, turned down a dare. It was against my nature and I just couldn’t do it. So I ate up my fears and walked carefully, step by step, towards the overly crowded pitch. As I arrived, I took notice of a small figure in the stands, looking at us from behind her eyeglasses with a shy look that could never be mistaken.
Alice, I though, I’d had a small crush on her a few years ago. I’d gotten over her though… At least, that’s what I tried to convince myself. My heart tightened as I saw Lysander walking towards her. It came as such a blow when I’d heard about them. I knew Lys was a great guy, someone that could really make her happy.
Lysander. Sparkling blue eyes, dirty brown hair and a crooked, dreamy smile, I could see where she preferred him to me, because, you see, in the real world, being one sixth of a vela doesn’t make you handsome. In the real world, you can’t be hot, when your two older sisters accumulated guy after guy in their high school years. Of course not, I had to inherit of my maman’s general petite-ness and thin hair, and my father’s crooked nose, broad smile and almost-werewolf eyes, I also inherited from god knows were, dark, brown hair. Awesome. (sarcasm here.)
(I think Vicky had a bad influence on me. Since when does a guy care about his appearance? Then again, James never leaves without making sure his hair is perfectly messy. Weird kid.)
What was I thinking of? Quidditch. Come on Louis Quidditch. QUI-DDITCH. Concentrate. CON-CEN-TRATE. I walked towards Roxanne (quidditch captain and chaser) who was already barking orders:
"EVERYONE IN A STRAIT LINE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! AND IF I SEE ANYONE A TOE OUT OF THE LINE OR EVEN A TAD BIT LATE HE’S OUT OF HERE. THAT MEANS YOU LOUIS! GET YOUR ARSE ON THE PITCH THIS INSTANT OR YOU’RE NEVER GETTING ON THIS TEAM YOU HEAR ME????”
I quickly followed her directions warily, as I was used to this aspect of her. I turned my head a second towards the stands, pertinently knowing I was about to see my best friend and almost-gotten-over-crush kissing in that “cute” little way that couples kiss when you know they’ll end up married with four children, an overly-happy and very-barky dog, a green bird, two annoying cats, and live their lives in a small cottage near the ocean.
Lucky for me, they weren’t.
They were… talking. I observed them in interest, when my cousin screeched at me to get flying or she’d fry my ass off.
(I wonder how she’d do that…)
So I mounted my (Victoire’s) broomstick, and flew off. The test was basic, aspiring-seekers where circling the pitch, first one to the snitch, get’s the position. But at that moment, my thoughts blurred. Every thought seemed to be thrown at me in wonky mess that much resembled this:
Alice and Lysander; talking. Younger seeker aspirer plunging towards golden flash; flash disappears. Girl on broom following me; pretty? Hunger status; feeble. Roxanne yelling; she has a red face. Alice and Lysander; Arguing? Golden blur; Snitch?
Plunging towards blur.
Hunger status; mild. Girl on broom following me; stunning? Blur; disappeared. Alice and Lysander; hugging. Golden blur; third hoop.
Hurrying towards the third hoop.
Alice and Lysander; sad faces? Girl on broom following me; sexy? Hunger status; strong. Snitch; in front of me. Alice and Lysander, breaking apart. Snitch nearly ON my hand. Alice and Lysander breaking apart? ALICE AND LYSANDER BREAKING APART????? Without kiss? Lysander crying? Alice crying? Snitch annoying me.
Catch the snitch.
Alice crying? Lysander crying? ALICE AND LYSANDER CRYING AND BREAKING APPART?????? Hunger status: feeble. Girl on broom following me: unattractive. Alice and Lysander: Leaving each other? Did they just BREAK UP??????
Descending broom.
Roxanne: dancing?
Give snitch to my slightly traumatizing, dancing cousin. Run towards Alice sitting in stands alone.
The blur begins slowly clearing, as I approached a very confused and thoughtful Alice.
"What’s going on?" I asked her gently; even though it was quite obvious what I had assisted to was a break-up scene.
"I… I… I broke up… with Lysander…” she blurted out, slightly shaken. I slid to her side and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, she cried softly and I attempted to comfort her, keeping myself from asking her any questions, though I was burning to know the reason behind her decision. Finally, after a few minutes, she took a deep breath, and I couldn’t hold it.
"What happened?”
She looked at me, tearful.
"I just had to break up with him. It’s so hard… because… because I still love him!” Her eyes were panicking, and she broke into sobs again. After a while, I asked her why. Why couldn’t she tell him that, that she still loved him? Her response was the oddest. Suddenly, she stopped shaking, stopped crying, stopped any sign of interior pain. She looked at me, and her voice was strong
"Because I’m going to have to get over him. We can’t be together and I’m going to have to be strong, to cut us off from any more hurt later on. Because Lysander is… no. He’ll tell you eventually… I hope…”
On that thought, she left.
What was that? What was Lysander? What was he that he didn’t know himself? I couldn’t even feel any joy at the though of a single Alice, if it was going to be a hurt one. Any way, I had to get to him. My best mate! Suddenly, I had a heightened perception of the pain my friend must be in right now. Worst than Alice if she broke up with him! And Alice was pretty messed up already so…
Shit.
I ran up to the library, where I found Lily (looking so sweet and innocent doing her homework: she was planning a horrid prank. Worst than James that woman), and (obviously) the marauders map, which I stole. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” I whispered, flicking my wand in a swift movement towards the blank parchment. Lines traced themselves, so as to form a complete map of the school. Dots added themselves to the lines, and I searched through the names attempting to find Lysander’s.
What the hell is Lorcan doing talking with the Bloody Baron in the dungeons??? What a strange child… Finally, I ended up finding his brother (slightly less creepy) in the Owlery.
I made my way towards it at fats as I could, and found him sitting in a small corner, gazing in empty space. I sat besides him in silence.
Time past, but none of us spoke a word, until Lysander sighted and asked:
"Why did she leave me Louis? Why?”
I didn’t answer. Whatever I said could only hurt him more.
"What’s wrong with me?” He whispered. This time, he wasn’t asking me. It was question to himself, muttered under his breath. I don’t remember ever seeing him in so much pain, it was heartbreaking. I sighed, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Lys, you’re the best guy I’ve ever met. And you’re not nearly as creepy as your twin. If Alice couldn’t see that, it’s her problem.” I told him smiling. He barked a laugh and threw his head back, nearly banging it on the wall.
"Wolf, I don’t think anyone’s creepier than Lorc! He’s set a world record I tell you!” He laughed, still a little bitter, and using my not-quite-accurate nickname (I only had like, a forth of werewolf blood)
"I think your right! You know what I saw him doing on the map earlier?” I asked, I knew this would cheer him up.
"What?” He asked his eyes shining, yup, that brigthened him up. Lorcan’s new creepiness records were our daily entertainment. Yes, you heard well; daily.
"He speaking to the Bloody Baron in the dungeons!!”
His eyes bulged and his mouth fell.
"Your kidding right?” He asked, not quite sure if he should laugh.
"I’m not!!”
And we went on about various idiocies as such for the rest of the day. Break up’s far from our minds…
AGE: 32
I remember it like it was yesterday. That break-up scene. Later on in the year, both where over each other. Lysander was dating Lily, and Alice, well, she was dating ME. Then again, our relationship didn’t last long. There was something missing, something wrong that I couldn’t quite grasp. Lysander’s couple lasted longer. He even got married to my cousin. Everyone was happy to have him in our family. But fights came. To the point all they did was arguing. They divorced, it’s been a few years now, and Lily’s engaged to Scorpius. Rose married Lorcan (who lost some of his creepiness over time. Never did find out what he was discussing with the bloody baron). James ended up engaged to Alice, and they seem so happy. Then came Lucy, went on a trip to Africa, came back married to a (?) Peruvian. Makes us all wonder WHAT she actually did on that trip. They all settled. One by one. Victoire, Fred, Molly, Roxanne, Al, Hugo, Dominique. In that order. The only two left where me and my best mate. I keep hope that someday the right girl will come along. I’m thirty-two already. Just thirty-two.
On that thought, I called Lys, and on a whim, we decided to return to Hogwarts. Just like that in summer time. To visit the forbidden forest. It’s the kind of thing we do.
"Hey Lys!” I smiled, man-hugging him.
"Why hello Wolf”! I laughed and shook my head. He never did stop calling me that.
And we walked into the forbidden forest, laughing madly like the old friends we were. All along our walk, Lys kept going on and on about the various plants and trees of this place; most of the time his affirmations were wrong.
"And this here, that’s a ripple-sided Herthrodus Dyonisis it’s highly ra-“
"Eh... Sorry to
interrupt, but isn’t that a...
Lily?”
"Huh?” He kneeled down and tipped his head to the side, observing it.
"Oh yeah… Well they look alike you know!” He insisted as he jumped up.
"Don’t you pull a Lorcan on me young man! You are not that bizarre!!!” I told him, imitating my mother’s voice, wagging my finger in his face.
He just laughed, shrugged and we continued our walk.
We strolled in silence when suddenly…
"STOP!!!!” Yelled Lys, out of nowhere.
"What? What’s wrong?” I asked concerned. “Is it the Theastrals? They’re not dangerous you kn-“
"Shh!” He replied, kneeling down, and facing me. “Look!” He pointed to the ground. I saw nothing.
"Eh...What?”
He sighted then forced me to kneel down in front of him. What was he doing? Since when did my best mate turn freaky? He rolled his eyes at me.
"I am NOT freaky. Lorcan is. And still, he isn’t nearly as creepy as he was before.”
My eyes grew wide.
"Are you a legilimens?”
"No, I
know you. Now look. What do you see?” He pleaded eyes wide with excitement. He pointed again towards the ground. And I saw something sparkle.
"A... raindrop?” I asked, confused.
"No, not a raindrop! It’s a flower can’t you see it?” He asked, almost desperate.
I looked again. Nothing.
"Lys... it’s... just a raindrop.”
"No it isn’t, look closer!” Now he wasn’t even attempting to hide the desperation in his eyes. Why was that so called “flower” so important to him? Still, he is my best friend, so I looked again. All I saw was a small, sparkling raindrop.
"There's no flower there, Lys...”
"Oh…” He turned and got up. “I’m sorry, I thought… never mind. I should’ve known that…” He sounded so sad and disappointed, it broke my heart. So I looked once more and…
I saw it.
I saw that small miniature flower, it sparkle so bright it almost resembled a raindrop. A little fae tear. I was beautiful.
"Wow…" I whispered, in wonder.
Lysander turned around, hoping.
"Can you see it? He asked eyes sparkling.
"Yeah…"
"What do you see inside?"
"What?"
"The flower’s center, the stigma, what does it look like?" He smiled.
I looked closer, examining the flower. It had quite faded white, nearly transparent petals. And the center was… blue. Turquoise, very light sparkling blue… It almost looked like…
"Lys?? Why the hell is your eye in the flower?" I asked shocked.
It didn’t take him more to pull me up and hug me tightly.
" I knew it!!!" He yelled, pushing me on the tree and…
He kissed me.
My best mate was kissing me...
And I liked it.
I felt like flying. Hell I WAS flying. Drifting off on a cloud and all I could think of was that color. That strange, unique turquoise blue that I never found anywhere else…
He pulled away and suddenly. I went back years before. That day when he broke up with Alice. The way we always managed o laugh our way out of things. All this time when I was dating Alice, when I was dating Monica, Samantha, Dora, Tamika, and all the other ones. How it never felt right. With Lys it was easy. Everything always fell into place perfectly. We matched. And it took me nearly thirty years to figure it out.
"I saw wolf eyes in that flower." He whispered.
Oh. That made more sense than it should. I think. I didn’t want to think. So I kissed him again. Again. Again. Again…
Lysander’s POV
When he kissed me I felt magical. Really magical. Magic isn’t about using a stick to throw spells and jinxes. Magic is about this. Finding the matching piece. After all those years he finally saw me. After all those years of waiting I could finally feel the taste of his lips on mine.
It was beautiful, it was worth it…
On that day, soul mates kissed for the first time, in the shadows of an ancient magical oak tree, before a little, sparkling, raindrop…
Nothing is as it seems. Magic is an illusion. Illusions are real. Reality is... well, I guess no one really knows what it is...
A/N: Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter (Now that's a suprise!) Neither do I own the quote I found it at thinkexist.com in the quotes and flower section. It didn’t say who it comes from. Thank you anonymous poet. Thanks also to ilharrypotter for thinking up this amazing challenge! And most of all thank YOU dear reader and please review!!!^^
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