Lucy Riddle and the Boy Who Lived

The Tale of the Four Bodies

Chapter One

On a street called Wiggs, there was a house. It was occupied by the Donavons who consisted of a mother, father, daughter, and son whom had all died in the very home they had lived in for decades. The mother, father, and son had died from something no Muggle has ever known. The Donavons' neighbor had come for her daily tea with Mrs. Donavon, only to find her deceased body on the floor. Police officers had scanned the three bodies but not a single mark, scratch, or bruise was on any of the Donavons. The bodies were perfectly fine.

The daughter was a different story. The son had brought home a handsome boy who caught the daughter's attention almost immediately. He had jet-black hair, dark eyes, and a structured face that made him so attractive. The daughter would always try to talk to him whenever he came over, yearning for the sound of his voice.

Eventually, she stopped trying when she felt he didn't experience the same feelings. But when the boy noticed that she had stopped trying to speak to him, he couldn't accept that and occasionally visit her bedroom to spark a conversation.

The daughter and son were stuck in the house all the time for their parents feared for them, claiming that their enemies will strike those they love. There were days when she would just stare outside the window and think about all the things she could do if she was able to explore. All the books she's read created a pit in her stomach. The places the characters have been made her feel angry that she had to be stuck in the house.

The boy would occasionally see the daughter with her head outside the window, taking a deep breath of fresh air, smiling. He'd stand at the threshold, leaning on the frame with his arms over his chest and his lips twitched a little as he watched. She was extraordinary to him. He always went on expeditions and found many fantastic things, but she was the most fantastic.

One day, the boy grabbed both of the daughter's hands and hastily asked, "Will you accompany me on a journey?"

His hair was messy and his eyes wild with adventure. There was a smile on his face was reckless and bold. Something about going on an adventure with the boy made her heart beat fast and she nodded, feeling betrayal as she packed her clothes and left with the boy, arm in arm, away from her family and her home.

She would return, the daughter thought. She would return to a family happy to see her. The daughter had left a note on the kitchen table explaining everything. She skipped with her hand entangled with the boy's.

But she did not return for she had fallen in love with the boy. He had fallen for her too, and asked her to marry him. They were still young, only seventeen years old, but she didn't feel like she had all the time in the world. She knew that if she were to wait, this opportunity would be gone. She'd never have the chance to marry the person she loved most.

The two were lying in bed happily with their hands intertwined, their rings clinging against each other. The daughter had never thought she'd be married — she had always imagined herself stuck in her house for the rest of her life. When she remembered her family, she had a sick feeling of betrayal but ignored it for the night to sleep with her newly wedded husband.

A couple years later, the boy came home one day and kissed his wife. She was wearing a beautiful dress that day, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He spun her around and around the living room, the daughter laughing as he dipped her.

She pulled away from him and had a serious face. He didn't know what was going on and was frightened that she would say she didn't love him anymore. The daughter opened her mouth and said quietly, "I'm pregnant."

The boy had never felt so much happiness in his life. Tears sprang out of his eyes and he kissed her. He then kissed her stomach, whispering to the baby, "I am going to love you so much. I can't wait to hold you."

When the nine months had arrived, the daughter found herself sitting in one of St. Mungo's Hospital for Maladies and Injuries's beds in labor. The boy had his hand tightly around her own. He never let go and always made sure that his wife was comfortable and well.

When the baby came out, he let out a yelp and struggled to keep himself composed. There in front of him was his baby daughter. She looked so much like him, only containing her mother's eyes. He looked at his wife, only to see a pale version of her.

The daughter and the boy walked together down the street called Wiggs. The boy was cradling his baby child. They walked until they reached the Donavon house, hoping for the Donavons' to meet their baby girl. The boy had no living family members to share his child with.

When they entered the home, they saw three bodies lined up right next to each other. The daughter gasped and tears rolled down her eyes. The boy studied them and concluded that they had been killed just recently — probably last night — and with the Killing Curse.

The daughter toppled over and the boy tried as carefully as he can to help his wife sit up straight, but she couldn't. She kept falling to the floor, coughing and groaning. He didn't know what was wrong with her but he held firmly to his baby girl, not wanting anything to harm her.

The daughter reached a hand to her husband, a piece of parchment clasped in her palm. She muttered, "Take this. Give it to our baby when she's old enough, and let her read about how much I love her."

The boy took the parchment before the daughter's hand fell to the floor, her eyes glazing. He couldn't take his eyes off his wife. His eyes were shining with tears. He loved her so much; he couldn't believe that she was going to go. The boy cried, "I love you."

And with one last breath, she said, "I love you too, Tom."

And she was dead.