Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 87

"What's with the face?" Ron snorted, kicking his legs up on the armrest.

"Bad day," Lucy shook her head, sitting besides her brother.

"You've had a bad day?" Harry huffed, "I had a terrible day. Our plan, about Slughorn, went terribly."

"What?" Lucy sighed, "what plan?"

Harry's eyes widened and he spun on his sister, "you forgot! How could you forget! The task that Dumbledore assigned us!"

"Oh, right," Lucy shook her head, "sorry, that's really just not important to me right now."

"Not important!" Harry yelled, "Lucille! What could be more important! I didn't get the memory!"

"Harry Potter!" Lucy shrieked, "I have had a really, really, bad day, my head is killing me, and I really just need you to stop the whining!"

The entire common room froze and stared at her.

"Sorry," Lucy whispered, her face turning red, "sorry, I'm just going to go to my dorm."

With her head down, Lucy quickly ran up to her room, closing the door swiftly behind her.

"Lucy?" The curtains to Ginny's four poster tore back quickly, "Lucille Evans! Where the hell have you been! You told me you weren't feeling well but you weren't here and you weren't in the Hospital Wing!"

"I was in Inigo's room," Lucy said.

"Yes, I know!" Ginny said, "I woke the boys up to check Harry's map because I thought you were missing! Then I stayed up all night but you never came back! And you didn't even show to classes today! So what the hell happened!"

"It's a long story," Lucy sighed, rubbing her head, "can I tell you later, I really don't feel great."

"Whatever," Ginny huffed, "do you need anything?"

"Do you have a potion for migraines?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah, hold on," Ginny said, rummaging through her trunk, "don't think this means I'm not mad at you!"

"I won't," Lucy laughed, picking her cat, Matchi up so she sat in her lap.

"Here you go," Ginny handed her a potion.

"Cheers," Lucy smiled, downing it in one go.

Instantly she felt relief and the tension in her brow released.

"You should sleep," Ginny said, "I'll tell Harry you can't make it to practice."

"He won't be happy," Lucy sighed, "I've pissed him off."

"He'll live," Ginny said, "but I have to go, I'll be back in a couple hours."

"Ok," Lucy nodded, watching her friend leave.

"Bad time?" James appeared, sitting across from her on Ginny's bed. 

"Hey, Dad," Lucy looked up, giving him a half smile.

"Darling, you look exhausted," Lily said, standing besides her husband, a hand on his shoulder.

"It's been a day," Lucy sniffed, stroking the fur of Matchi, "the war is worsening every minute."

Lily and James' expressions fell quickly and Lucy couldn't help but feel guilty.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "it's not for you to worry about, you already fought your war, it's time we fight ours."

Lily looked at her feet, "I'm sorry."

Lucy shook her head and forced a smile.

"What's on your finger?" James asked, eyes wide, pointing to her hand.

"Oh," Lucy looked down and smiled, "it's a promise ring, Sawyer gave it to me for Christmas."

"Promise ring?" Lily smiled, "is that an engagement ring?"

"No," Lucy laughed, "not quite, it's a ring that shows were planning to get married...one day, to show we're committed to each other."

"So an engagement ring?" James frowned.

"No," Lucy shook her head, "I'll get an engagement ring when he proposes, this..." she fidgeted with the ring, "it's just a symbol. A stepping stone for our relationship."

"So you're planning to marry this boy?" Lily asked.

"I am," Lucy couldn't help but smile, "after the war of course."

"He graduates this year? Yes?" James asked, "what's his plan?"

"He applied to healer residencies in several different countries," Lucy said.

"Healer, huh?" James smiled, "my mum was a healer, didn't you want to be a healer? Lils?"

"It passed my mind," Lily said, "but then there was the war, and then I got pregnant with Harry, wasn't much time to study I'm afraid, what hospital is he hoping for?"

"St. Mungos," Lucy said, "he wants to be close."

"Can we go back to the whole getting married part?" James said in a panic, "Lucille, you're not even sixteen yet!"

Lucy raised an eyebrow, "Dad, how old were you when you married Mum?"

"Lucille, that's besides the point!" James tried desperately.

"If I recall correctly, you both were only eighteen," Lucy smirked, "that is less than three years older than what I am now."

"You're not allowed to get married at eighteen!" James exclaimed, "I—I forbid it!"

"You can't forbid it!" Lucy laughed, "..you're dead!"

"Ouch," James couldn't help a smile growing on his face, "who taught you to hit it where it hurts? Eh, Luce?"

"Must've gotten it from genetics, I suppose." Lucy teased.

"Ha!" Lily nudged her husband with her elbow, "oh how I wish we could've raised her."

"I don't know," James laughed, "Aberforth seems to have done one hell of a job."

"Yeah," Lucy smiled, "he's the best."

"And what's new with Harry?" Lily asked, "how's it going with him and your friend?"

"Ginny?" Lucy laughed, "they're still being idiots. Ginny is still trying to make her relationship with Dean work and Harry is pretending he doesn't have feelings for her."

"Oh, come on," James groaned, "how does my son have no game."

"May I remind you, James Potter," Lily grinned, "you had no game."

"I got you, didn't I?" He asked.

"Barely," she smiled, "took you seven years."

"And whose fault is that?" James asked.

Lily laughed, kissing her husband, "mine, I suppose."

"Ugh," Lucy groaned, "gross."

"Shh," James shushed her, "we're making up for 15 years."

"Yeah, yeah," Lucy rolled her eyes, "go stalk Harry instead, he's at Quidditch practice."

"Alright, alright," Lily said, "we're going, bye, Love."

"Bye, Lovely." James echoed with a smile.

"Don't go disappearing for months," Lucy warned.

"We won't," Lily assured her, "tell everyone we send our love."

"I will," Lucy nodded, watching them fade away, "bye, love you."

"We love you so much," James said, waving as he finally disappeared.

Lucy sighed and laid down on her bed drawing her curtains closed.

She picked Pebbles, the Pygmy puff up off where he was curled up on her pillow, placing him on the small cushion on her nightstand. 

"Goodnight, Pebbles, goodnight Matchi," she whispered, pulling the blankets up to her chin.