Now May and I were two children just swimming in a pool.
“Come on Scorpius! Jump in! The water feels great!” I shook my head at her and kept my feet firmly in place. Rose jumped out the pool and smirked. I felt cold water engulf me. Rose had pushed me in. I saw her jump off the ledge. I ducked underwater just as she splashed into it. We both came up to breathe. I ducked under again just as she squirted water from her mouth in my direction.
We’d ride on rocket swing-sets and we’d try to touch the moon.
“Captain Weasley to Admiral Malfoy. I’ve found the alien rebel base, repeat, I’ve found the alien rebel base. Over.”
“Copy Captain, I’m on my way. Over.” Rose and I ran about the yard in our imaginary rocket-ships attempting to save the princess, who we borrowed Lily for.
And I will never forget the first time she touched my hand. I knew this would be the one, who’d make me an honest man.
As we lay out in the gazebo one night, all wrapped up in our blankets, she turned to me suddenly. “I’m sorry about your grandmother,” she had whispered.
“I never told you that my grandmother died. How did you know?”
“I could just tell, you were close to her.” She took my hand, and we lay side by side with our hands clasped. At that moment, I realized I did love her.
She was like she was. She was like she was.
The first time I kissed her, it was quick but sweet. We were sitting on the Quidditch Stands calculating our next move.
“I think this will work,” she had said and looked at me. “I’m glad we made you Captain.” I smiled at her and brought my lips to hers quickly. She was somewhat shocked but quickly got over it when she took me by the hand and we went up to the castle for dinner. She was everything I ever wanted.
Now we got older faster than we ever could’ve seen. The lights went down on graduation and I put on a wedding ring.
We were graduating from Hogwarts that day. I had made it through. I was a full-wizard. We sat in our seats waiting to be called up for our diplomas. Rose sat next to me and I held her hand. The lights dimmed as the Valedictorian, Ian Hart, got up to speak.
“I know this is kind of cheesy,” I whispered to her, “but will you please just marry me already?” Rose held up her left hand in front of me and smiled as I slipped the diamond ring on her small, delicate finger.
We bought our first house and had a baby on the way.
One night, three months after we had been married, Rose told me she was pregnant. We were lying in bed; she was snuggled up next to me. When she told me, I was overjoyed. She took my hand and placed it over her slightly curved belly. You could actually feel the baby move. I was going to be a father. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
Eight in a half months later, we found ourselves running to the hospital. I had the video camera levitated in the air while Rose and I packed and scattered items around the house. In the car, the camera was still going. Rose was the one constantly asking me questions. “How do you feel,” and, “Are you feeling light-headed?”
When we got there, she was unloaded and rushed straight to labor and delivery. Labor was slow, there was nothing the Medi-witches could do to speed it up. Then, there was a problem; the baby and twisted in the wrong direction. Its feet were coming out first.
The Healers attempted to turn the baby around. It eventually was. The only problem was, it tore Rose’s uterus as it came out. They couldn’t stop the bleeding no matter how many spells they tried.
Healers were running around the room frantically. They took my baby from the room. I sat next to Rose with a blatant expression on my face. I felt her fingers grasp my hand. I looked at her pale face as she smiled weakly. “This is the last thing I expected to happen,” she whispered. I bent my head. “I love you, everything will be fine,” she continued and breathed heavily as her eyes drifted. “Tell our baby,” she breathed in again and resided farther into herself. She was giving up. “Mama loves her.” That was all. It was quick. Realization hit me when I felt her grip on my hand falter. I looked up at the monitor above her head. I pressed her cold hand against my forehead and cried. The steady rhythm of her heart was now just a long, flat line running across the screen.
But during birth I got my daughter, Jesus took away my May. I didn’t know how to say what I felt. No, I didn’t know how to say what it felt like.
Pondering, thinking, remembering.
She was just like she was. When you look into her eyes you come undone. She was just like she was. She could love you on your worst day, didn’t care about the mistakes,
She was like she was.
She was beautiful; she was everything to me.
Now baby girls love daddy most, but they need a mother’s care. I tried my best to raise her, I just couldn’t braid her hair.
I leaned up against the counter in my house and sipped on my cup of coffee. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was seven-thirty. Time to wake Charlotte for school. Rose once said that if she ever had a daughter, she would name her Charlotte. I named her Charlotte Rose.
I crept into my six-year-old daughter’s room. It was her first day of First grade. She was excited as excited could be. I woke her up and she immediately rolled off her bed and gave me a huge hug. She got dresses quickly, ate her eggs and brushed her teeth. She then came into my room as I shrugged on a jacket. She sat on the edge of my bed and had the I want something look on her face. “Daddy, could you please braid my hair? I want to look perfect.”
I shrugged and started to play with her long, red hair. I did my best, attempting to braid it down the back, but it just fell out a few seconds later. “How ‘bout a ponytail sweetie?”
She sighed, but smiled nonetheless. “That’s fine. I like ponytails. Close to perfect enough right?” I smiled at her and piled her hair on top of her head tying it off with a hair-tie. I wish someone had taught me how to be a single father of a little girl.
And one day she got old enough to have her wedding day. But as I walked her down the aisle, all I could see was my May.
It was Charlotte’s wedding day. When she had told me she was marrying Jack Finnegan’s son Micah, I was truly happy. Jack was one of my best mates at Hogwarts. Charlotte was pacing back and forth behind the door.
I couldn’t believe she was my little girl. She was born when both Rose and I were nineteen; now, twenty years later, she was walking down the aisle. I knocked on her door and opened it.
“It’s time to go baby.” She nodded and took my arm. She was wearing her mother’s wedding dress.
I gave her to Micah and went to sit down next to “Uncle” Al and “Auntie” Lily. Charlotte looked just like her mother. Her long, dark red, curly hair cascaded down her back. Everyone always said she was the spitting image of her mother. It always comforted me after Rose’s death.
And I didn’t know how to say how I felt.
Happy, sad, delusional.
No, I didn’t know how to say what it felt like.
Spine-tingling, shaky, chills.
She was just like she was. When you looked into her eyes you’d see the sun. She was just like she was. She could love you on your worst day, didn’t care about the mistakes,
She was like she was.
Her vibrant green eyes, dark red hair and her rosy lips capture me. Her eyes would literally glow when she talked about Quidditch or her family. She was like she was.
May, I hope you can see what I see.
The Coliseum in Rome. The Taj Mahal. All the places we had someday wished to visit.
‘Cause when we talk about our baby girl.
Charlotte brought Tristan home from the hospital today. He’s beautiful. He’s got your nose. Your freckled, big nose. It’s perfect though. Micah is overwhelmed with the thought of being a father. But he loves that baby. More than anything in the world. Charlotte’s ecstatic. Ever since she could walk, she’s been carrying around a toy baby and pushing it in a stroller. D’you remember?
I think of you, and they say to me…
She was just like she was, when I looked into her eyes I’d see the sun. She was just like she was. She could love you on your worst day didn’t care about the mistakes.
Remember that day when I was the most horrible person on the planet? No one would talk to me; to be honest, I wouldn’t talk to me. Then you came along and made me laugh and made me love you even more than I already did, if it was possible.
She was just like she was, when I looked into her eyes I’d come undone. She was just like she was, and I cannot feel my heart beat without the thought of her inside me.
She was like she was.
I love you my sweet girl.
A/N: I haven’t uploaded anything in so long! If you haven’t heard this song, go listen to it! It’s amazing…it nearly makes me cry. I thought I would put it to Rose/Scorpius just because you can do anything with them:) Anyway, reviews are very welcome. Stay beautiful everyone:)
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