I'm in love with Lucy Snape, but I'm a Weasley!

~Chapter twenty eight: The memories that need to be found out~

~[I apoligise if I made you cry in the last chapter, trust me I was crying too so you're not alone...Oh and before the chapter begins I just want to say that if you think you know the answer to the question that appears in this chapter, please keep it to yourself, please? Pretty please?]~ 

'Lucy, Lucy let go' 

Those words from my father stuck in my mind and refused to move. 

I let go of him. I let go of him forever, I would never see him again. I wouldn't be with him like he said we would be. I let go of Fred, Fred died. According to Percy (he told me through constant tears) a wall killed Fred. A wall! My boyfriend got killed by a wall! How?  

'And if I die, Lucy, I want you to remember that I'll always be in your heart, no matter what' 

I cried at that memory. I know my father and Fred are in my heart but why can't they be real? Be with me now and telling me how much they love me and of course I'd say I love them too because Severus Snape and Fred Weasley are the too people I care about most. I know you're probably thinking what about Tonks? How could you forget her! I know but I've saved her life, that's over and done with.

Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder, I spun around slowly and saw Hermione. She had her arm round Ron who looked so glum he could literally drop dead himself. I smiled sadly but then Hermione whispered something to me.

"Take your fathers tears to the pensieve, he told you to"

"Oh..." All of a sudden I remembered the tears, I pulled them out and studied them, "thanks Mione" I murmered

I ran out of the great hall and up to dad's office (well was...) And entered. All the portraits were sleeping so I needn't worry about them. I pulled out the pensieve with care, un-stoppered the flask, tipped the tears in then bent over the pensieve and allowed myself to be taken within the memory.

I was standing in dad's office again. But this office belonged to Dumbledore just like in the past. My father was standing there with Dumbledore. Dad looked a lot younger and as though he wanted to fight the old man but Dumbledore was calm. 

"Are you sure about this?" Dad asked, he was frowning and he didn't seem happy about whatever they were discussing 

"I'm positive I can tell you now, she is yours" 

"How can she be! I haven't been with - " 

"I know that but it's certainly not her husbands" 

"Don't say his name" dad cringed 

"Very well but you must take her, look after her, love her, be nice to her, I know you've always wanted a daughter" Dumbledore's voice was gentle and very wise just like I remember it to be

"How do you know!" he hissed

"It was very obvious, Severus" 

"How dare you invade my memory!, You do not have the right!" 

"I have every right, I'm sure you've looked into mine plenty of times. I'm not foolish" 

"You are! You have just handed me over a child that I don't even want! - " 

"One I haven't even given her to you yet and two you know she'd want you to look after you're daughter" 

"But I didn't ask for this!" 

"I'm sure she didn't either but nevertheless it's her daughter so look after her" 

Suddenly the office disappeared and the living room of mine and dad's house at Spinners end came into view, from the view outside it was evening. Dad was sitting there reading the prophet, he was obviously living alone at the moment, I probably hadn't arrived yet...