Lucy Snape and the Final Battle (Book Seven)

O' Mother Mine

Chapter 12: O'Mother Mine

In Snape's new quarters in the Headmasters' office, he was busy packing his things. Books, Personal knick knacks and clothes. Shona had scoffed when she saw him throw another identical outfit in the bag:

"Come on, Sevy, no casual clothes? Fancy clothes? Go and kick some medieval butt clothes?"

"Humph," Snape retorted.

Shona surrendered with her hands. "Only asking." She then picked an apple out of the fruit bowl on the table and bit into it noisily. She spoke with her mouth full. "So you just plan that we get up and go to the medieval islands?"

Snape stood up from where he'd been bent over and turned to face her, white shirt gripped in his hands. It had seemed like a logical plan but now that Shona had put it that way it seemed...silly. Snape's words came out in a jumble. "Well...I, guess...um. Well, yes?"

"We'd be killed as soon as we set foot in the place."

"Humph," Snape said again.

"Besides, we don't even know if she's there. She could be anywhere, jumping to and fro in the fabrics of time."

"She has to be somewhere."

"Well she can't be dead, she's Merlin's descendant. If that helps."

Snape threw himself down in his chair. "What are we going to do?" When Snape indicated 'we' he really meant himself. What was he going to do if he couldn't find his daughter?

Shona bit into the apple slowly, munched on the bite then swallowed. "We could just go and search..."

"But where?" He snapped.

Shona shrugged. "Just the muggle world. Where would she go in the muggle world? What would she do? What's she looking for?"

This struck Snape for a moment. The most unlikely idea seemed possible...

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Lucy winced when her knees hit the ground. She knelt there for a second, mainly in shock, and then checked herself over. She'd managed only a little scratch that had ripped her tights. So she stood up calmly and healed herself before wandering off down the long stretch of road she'd landed upon.

The road was lined either side with houses, they were quite beautiful. If Lucy were living a normal life she might suggest to Matt that one day she dreamed of living in a house like one of which she was looking at. But Lucy wasn't living a normal life, she never would be. She sighed in distaste and carried on.

Eventually she found a church, relief washed over her body. She was in the right place.

She stepped through the archway leading to the church and then diverted her path and headed into the graveyard and searched for sometime in the mild September air. Then, just when she'd lost hope she found it:

Lily J. Potter.

Lucy had only heard tales or descriptions of her mother; petite, red hair, green eyes. A beautiful lady. Snape had never said she was beautiful but Lucy knew that she was by the way his eyes went dewy, that was enough for Lucy to know that she was.

Lucy had wanted to meet her, she'd always wanted to meet her mother. To have her wrap her in her arms and hold her close and tell her everything was going to be okay. That she was going to defeat Zuc and everything else would even itself out. She wanted her mother so badly. She wanted her even for one minute just to see her.

But now, all Lucy could see was her gravestone. A large gravestone that was accompanied by her husbands name, Lucy adverted her gaze when she saw that. She loved Harry but somehow this little engraving had destroyed her little dream of her parents being together. She bit her lip and turned back to her mother's gravestone. Dying flowers left before it, the sight made Lucy quiver when she spoke.

"Well," she said in a quiet voice so that no one else would hear if they were near. "Hi, mum. It's me. Your daughter..."

Lucy rolled her eyes, she hated her voice at this moment in time. It sounded pathetic but it was somewhat cathartic to say what she needed to say now.

She continued. "I just wanted to say that I love you and that even though you didn't know me for very long I'm grateful for what you did. You tried to let dad know I was alive but he was too thick to work it out. He...he was a great man. He was everything I needed at a bad time and now — " Lucy's voice cracked. The sound was agonising and it sent tears streaming down her face. "Now he's just awful! I loved him but I can't love him now! I trusted him! He's just pieces of the man he used to be! I — " Lucy couldn't go on. She sat down on a bench and cried because she was pathetic. Cried because she could no longer bear to call Snape her father. She cried because she was alone. She cried for longer than she wanted to.

When she finally managed to compose herself she managed to pick some flowers still alive from August. She tied them together with a piece of string she had in her bag and then put them on her mother's half of the gravestone. She then kissed her palm and pressed it against the gravestone.

"I love you, Ma, I hope you still love me too."