Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 45

The third day of holiday was the day everything flipped upside down for Lucille Evans.

"Look, James, she's all grown up, I still don't know how the time passed us by so quickly..."

"Yeah, Lils, she's breathtaking."

Lucy stared at the two figures at the end of her bed, terrified out of her wits.

"Who the hell are you?" She said in a trembling voice.

They froze staring at her with astonished looks.

"Sawyer," Lucy whispered urgently, tapping him repeatedly on the chest, "Sawyer!"

"Can she see us?" The man whispered to the woman.

This caused Lucy to snatch her wand off of her nightstand.

"Of course I can see you!" She hissed, "what do you think you are? Bloody ghosts!"

The man sniggered and the woman tried very hard to keep a straight face.

"Knock it off, we're scaring her," she elbowed the man in the ribs.

"This isn't happening," Lucy whispered to herself, squeezing her eyes closed, "Sawyer! For Merlin's sake! Get up!"

"What? Huh?" Sawyer jolted awake, toppling over the side of  the bed, "what's wrong."

"Can you see them?" Lucy asked, pointing to the people watching her curiously.

"Who?" Sawyer squinted in the darkness, he climbed back onto the bed, reached over Lucy and flipped the lamp on.

"There's nobody there, Lu."

But Lucy was at a loss for words.

"You're Lily and James Potter," she gasped, "Harry's parents!"

They smiled at her and nodded in confirmation.

"But what're you doing he—" Lucy trailed off, the pieces of the puzzle were finally settling into place.

"No!" She yelped, bringing a hand to her mouth, "you're...." she looked back but they had vanished.

"Uhm, Luce?" Sawyer was watching her with curiosity and worry, "what's going on?"

"Get up," Lucy said, throwing the blankets off her, she stuck her feet into her slippers and walked over to her wardrobe, quickly pulling a sweater over the tank top she was wearing, "we're going to see Harry."

"Lucy!" Sawyer scrambled to his feet, searching her room for a shirt, "it's like four in the morning!"

"It's urgent," Lucy replied, pulling out a pad of paper.

Went out, be home soon
-L & S

"Ok, fine," Sawyer said, grabbing his shoes, "let's go then."

It was pitch black when they got outside, the street lamp that normally lit up the front of the pub had gone out the night before.

"Where does Harry live?" Sawyer asked.

"Number 4 Privet Drive," Lucy answered, taking his outstretched hand.

He nodded and the next thing Lucy felt were her insides churning and her feet leaving the ground.

They ended up on a brightly lit street where all the houses looked the same.

"This one," Lucy pulled Sawyer towards a house labelled with a number four.

"They're going to hate us," Sawyer sighed as Lucy brought her fist up to knock.

"I don't necessarily care," she shrugged, continuing to knock aggressively.