In the Melancholy Moonlight

Chapter 194: Building to the Sky

A/N: Short little author's note today, this chapter was an absolute joy to write and I hope it's a joy to read! :) 

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Look in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky

I got this feeling, yeah, you know
Where I'm losing all control
'Cause there's magic in my bones
I got this feeling in my soul
Go ahead and throw your stones
'Cause there's magic in my bones

"Bones"
Imagine Dragons

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LUCY:

I was very, very, very, very deeply asleep on Saturday morning when I was shaken awake.

"Sorry to wake you, Cub—" George started to say.

"No we aren't!" Fred interrupted loudly, too loudly. "Pack a bag, we're going on an adventure."

George grinned in the darkness. Why is it still dark outside? "Just enough for one night. Might want to pack a couple changes of clothes though, just in case, you never know what might happen."

"Oh, and bring your broom, too."

I blinked, and blinked again, pushing myself up to a sitting position. "What's going on?"

"Another ridiculous and risky but fun and foundational life experience!" Fred announced.

"But this time, it's a surprise!" George added.

"It was a surprise last time too," I mumbled sleepily as I tried to wipe the heaviness from my eyes. "What time even is it?"

"Around four in the morning, I believe," Fred replied. "You have about an hour before we told the others we'd be there. If you're ready sooner, though, sooner is okay too. Now come on, we've got the world to see!"

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GEORGE:

Lucy's eyes were half-open at most, but she seemed to understand. We left then, promising her coffee when she made her way downstairs.

Fred was practically buzzing with excitement. "This is going to be so much fun."

"I know," I replied, similarly excited. "Reckon she won't even need the coffee once she realizes what we're doing."

The two of us exchanged smug, conspiratorial grins as we set about making coffee anyway. She had been extraordinarily sleepy since Harry's birthday.

Nobody knew what exactly she and Harry had done after she dragged him out of the house. We had all watched from the window as they stumbled into the orchard, Harry dragging a giggling Lucy, and we were all still gathered around the turntable, talking and laughing, when Lucy returned an unknown amount of time later, the picture of serenity.

"What just happened?" Ginny demanded. "Where have you been?"

"Just talking to Harry in the orchard," Lucy replied with a soft smile. "We were reminiscing a bit."

"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" Fred asked.

Lucy's smile faded, replaced by a look of genuine confusion. "What?"