Miss Lestrange ➝ Oliver Wood x OC (Harry Potter)

the boggart and pranking

twenty seven.

Pale face. Haunting eyes. Wicked smile matched with a wand pointed in my direction was enough to send me cold. A sickening feeling spread throughout my stomach, a knot formed in my throat and a strong feeling of panic set in. This couldn't be happening, could it? Draco had said it may happen! I wanted to speak but my tongue became locked and my breath hitched and I could barely breathe.

As the unwanted voice of my mother started to ring throughout my ears, I felt the comforting arm of Remus around my shoulder.
"It isn't your mother, not really. It's a boggart." He spoke calmly, handing me my maple wood wand and pulling me to my feet. My ears listened to his words only, but the cold stare of my eyes never left my 'mothers'.
"Riddikulus!" I shouted, flicking my wrist in the correct movements and focussing on something, anything that seemed even the slightest bit amusing.

The creature that had taken the familiar form of my mother suddenly spun and twirled and zoomed so fast I could barely see it at all. It reappeared as the same woman as before, except now she was dressed as a mob gangster from the 1920's; like a character out of Bugsy Malone. She held a large cream filled pie and before I could even comprehend my own thoughts, my 'mother' threw her entire head right into the pie causing me to giggle widely. In return, the boggart became confused and retreated back to its original hiding in defeat. Remus was quick to lock the compartment it was now hidden amongst.

"Well done Lucia!" He laughed childishly, "I take it you actually listen during Defence Against The Dark Arts then?" I wanted to reply but all I kept thinking about was my mother and how she was stood before me. I couldn't comprehend my words as the lump that had formed early still had not dislodged from my oesophagus. Remus, upon noticing my unease, spoke up.
"Come on, lets go for a walk and a chat." He smiled comfortingly.

~

I sat next to Remus, my black sketch book tucked under my chin and my arms wrapped around it tightly. My face was paler than usual but it was hidden mostly underneath my slytherin scarf and bobble hat, and my hair was now a palish pastel blue colour.

"First of all, are you ok?" Remus asked genuinely, "And don't lie to me. I know when you lie Miss Independent."

"Normally I would say I'm ok, but for the sake of it being you who asked I promise not to lie. In all honesty, I don't know how I'm feeling. I'm not sad, I'm not happy." I explained truthfully.

"Do you know why you're feeling that way?" He asked in a concerned manor.

"I think its a lot of things that have built up the feeling. I feel very, emotionally..."

"Lost?" Remus asked when I stopped, pondering on what word to use.

"Exactly."

"Is one of those things your mother?" 

"Yes." I replied quietly.

"I don't know whats wrong with me," tears began to well in my eyes, "I've thought about what I'd say to her if I ever met her, what I'd do to her. I wanted to say I hate her, I wanted to hurt her and I wanted her to know how horrible she made me feel. And the worst thing wasn't that I wanted to hurt her, it was that when I saw her I wanted to run to her and hug her and cry. I wanted to tell her that I thought she was beautiful and that I didn't care what she had done and that-that I love her!" At this point I was unable to control my tears.

"Shhh now," Remus comforted, "There is nothing wrong with you." I could almost hear his smile as he began talking.

"Lucia. Bellatrix is your mother. There is nothing that can be done about that. And what you feel about her is not wrong either. Under the circumstances it may seem hard for others to understand, but I promise you, loving or feeling for the woman who gave birth to you, no matter how horrible she seems, is never a wrong thing. Others may hate their mothers for things they have done, it doesn't mean you have to. Your opinion on your mother may come as a shock to you, but that's to be expected too." Again I listened to Remus as he filled me with knowledge and comfort.