Chapter 1 : Snatched before my eyes
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The girl who had once been a cheerleader, a potioneer and what’s more an extraordinary witch, was dying. There was no denying that you could just see the life draining out of her by the second. Minute by minute, her breaths got shallower, the rasps from her lungs became louder and her beautiful figure seemed to be shrinking.
The steady river of tears that flowed down my face simply mirrored those on every face of the room as the beeping on the machine became slower; the lines flickering up and down became less frequent. I grasped her hand for one last time as I remembered to the first time I held her in my arms.
My baby girl.
The baby girl that was so much longed for after the miscarriage. The baby girl that I never thought I could have. The Weasley curse they told me, but we proved them wrong when we had her. The perfect, red haired, bouncing, little girl to complete our little family of five. I had never been so in love with a little being in all my life as she stared back into my eyes.
We called her Lily.
My darling little daughter. I watched as she grew, her tiny little tufts of ginger hair turning into large bouncing curls. Her dainty little steps became huge strides and her tiny little hands became perfect fists. The happy baby turned into a beautiful toddler who turned into a gorgeous child.
She was the perfect daughter in every way possible. Sure she argued with her brothers but what sibling didn’t but she was mine and she was perfect. I remember the look on her face when we gave her her first broom. The look of confusion turned to elation and neither Harry nor I could stop the four year old whirlwind as she raced off to join her brothers in the air.
I loved to watch her to be happy, for her to be free and have the normal childhood. I cried so much when she left for Hogwarts, my little baby was all grown up but I knew it was the best thing for her. Hogwarts was the best place for her to learn and despite the number of detentions that she had or the amount of boyfriends James had to hex, she was always so happy.
The smile had never left her face.
I looked at my daughter again to see the contrast between now and then, her smile had dissolved into nothing and her luscious plump lips usually rouged with lipstick was non existant. She was a shell of her former self.
My daughter was the light of my life and whilst I loved my boys too, we’d had that little connection, one further than the one I’d had with my mother. Lily told me everything and when she came to me at 18 and told me she wanted to be a quidditch professional, I supported her every step of the way. I couldn’t believe that my daughter wanted to follow in my footsteps. My heart swelled with pride that day.
To me, she lived life to the full and whilst she scared me sometimes, I knew she deserved to live her years that way. I never resented her for it though. I gave up my childhood to make the world a better place for my children and am so glad that it worked for them. I’m glad that Lily enjoyed every second of her life. She, not even now, would have wanted it any other way.
The only time I ever felt anything but love for her was when she got married. It was such a happy day but I felt my heart falling apart as I realised my little girl wasn’t my little girl anymore. She was a wife, and would soon have a little girl herself. I soon got over that though and welcomed my new son in law into the fold, proud of my daughter that she’d made it this far and achieved as much as she had!
Times change quickly.
Just one spell. Just one rogue spell was enough to reduce her to the state I stood before me. It was an accident. Just an accident.
The outbreak of fighting at the match, the roar as Lily scored another goal was drowned out by the screams of people fighting in the stands. They were firing hexes on all sides. I could remember watching in horror and pulling out my wand, firing a shield spells just a second too late.
The bright red streak flew through the sky and clipped her shoulder by an inch. Her body fell to the side in almost slow motion but no-one seemed to notice out screams. Our attempts to break her fall were thwarted by the rioting anti hex jinxes placed around the dome. We were helpless. She was helpless.
The scream that made its way through my lips scarred those around me but I couldn’t do anything help her. Her body glided through the air and the crunch that her neck made as it made contact with the floor. Her flaming red locks splayed around her as we watched the blood staining the sand, washing over it like a wave.
The medi witches raced onto the quidditch field but they were too late. The damage had been done.
The nerve damage could be fixed as could the broken bones and we thought that would have been the end of it.
We were wrong.
She recovered very quickly at first, walking within a week and gradually becoming stronger. She was even back on her broom within 4 weeks, training as hard, if not harder than she had before because of the upcoming match but then the headaches started.
Lily just retreated to her room, we didn’t see her for days at a time because of these migranes that she had. That day when we took her to St Mungo’s not even the strongest potion brewed by Hermione could stop her from screaming out in pain. They rushed her off straight away and we braced the worst.
They told us within an hour what was wrong.
Her whole body was riddled with cancer all from that one little stunning spell. The rogue stunning spell that instead of shutting all of her cells down caused them all to mutate. There wasn’t a cell in her body that wasn’t cancerous.
They couldn’t cure it.
I had to watch as my perfect daughter turned back into a child. I had to watch as my four year old granddaughter cleaned the blood that came from excessive nose bleeds. I had to watch as my husband stunned my daughter to stop her excessive fits.
The deterioration was quick and each minute you could tell something had changed.
Her dazzling smile went first. The smile that could charm any man into doing anything she wanted. The smile that could wrap anyone round her finger in a matter of seconds… gone.
Then came the yellow tinge that seeped its way through every skin cell reminding us that the cancer was there every second. Lily hadn’t looked in a mirror since that day. She looked like a jaundiced, but so old.
Her hair fell out next. Those luscious, fiery red locks, coming out in clumps as she tried to treat the disease. The chemotherapy made her worse not better. The sobbing that came from her hotel room as she allowed her husband to shave off the few remaining locks. Not even then did she stop thinking of others when she donated it all to the St Mungo’s foundation.
I looked down at my daughter looking at now at the state she was in. She was a shell.
Moving closer I kissed her forehead and took her hand as I wiped the rest of the tears from my face.
‘Hey baby,’ I whispered, ‘How are you feeling?’
Her eyes shot open as they fixated them on me, ignoring the rest of the twenty people in the room. I saw the hint of recognition with a tiny little spark of happiness as she opened her mouth.
‘M-m-m-mom’ Her breath was raspy. Her twenty eight year old self didn’t look twenty eight. She looked more like a eighty three year old woman. Her body was sagged, filled with wrinkles and she sounded like she had been smoking for the past fifty years. But she was my baby and I loved her anyway.
‘Shhhhh darling, it’s okay.’ The tears started down my face once more as she shut her eyes and rolled over. I clasped her hand tighter as she turned to look at me.
‘M-m-m-m-mom, I’m t-t-t-t-tired’ she told me keeping her eyes still closed. I couldn’t control the torrent of tears flooding from my eyes as I realised that the end was near.
‘Goodnight then baby.’ I knew those were the last words she was ever going to hear as Harry wrapped his arm around me to stop me shaking uncontrollably. The beeping on the machine stopped as I looked over at it to see a flat line.
‘My baby!’ I screamed as I pulled her into my arms. ‘My little baby.’
‘Shhhh Gin, she’s not in pain anymore. She’s safe.’ My husband told me pulling me out of the way. His face looked defeated, as if all of the pain and struggle we went through was for nothing. I knew how he felt, I knew that he thought it was his fault for all those people we killed when we were younger. He knew that they were bad people but he couldn;t shake the idea that he was being punished for leaving children orphans.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I could taste the tears dissolving on his lips as I placed Lily down. The warmth had flooded from the room, as if Dementors had just appeared.
Harry pulled my quivering body away, I couldn't look at her anymore, she didn't look like my baby, but she was, she was that tiny, beautiful little girl I'd held in my arms all those years ago. Jacob rushed to her side, he was sobbing and the look of devastation on his face told me that his world had caved as much as mine.
Harry took me from the room, half guiding, half llifing as we made our way to the corridor. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. I wanted my little girl back.
‘Nana,’ I heard as a little whirlwind rushed and clung to my legs, ‘Where’s mama?’. The sparkling brown eyes that I’d seen every day in my baby Lily stared back up at me in the complete doppelganger of my daughter.
‘Mama’s sleeping baby. She’s a star now,’ I told her as she sat on my lap.
‘Won’t she wake up?’ Her bottom lip wobbled as I pulled her closer.
‘No darling. She will see you all the time though, just you watch. You will be the most loved girl from heaven and earth.’
She looked at me and the stream of tears started from her face. She didn’t understand but she still understood something was wrong.
My daughter is dead.
My daughter’s daughter is alive.
The tears were wiped from my face by Harry as I took Adelaide into my arms.
My daughter is twenty eight. My daughter is pain free. My daughter is safe.
My granddaughter is four. My granddaughter is suffering. My granddaughter needs me.
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