Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 46

"We've got to get going," Lucy sighed, watching the sun peak over the horizon through Harry's window.

"Ok, Harry nodded, "let me at least walk you guys out."

"When you move in with Sirius, you better visit." She warned.

"Same for you," he grinned. They walked past the sitting room where Vernon glared at them and Petunia was shakily sipping at a glass of water.

"Thanks, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon," Lucy waved, "mum says hi, dad doesn't."

Sawyer snorted and had to turn away to stifle his laugh.

The glass in Petunia's had hit the ground and shattered as she fainted, again.

"Have a nice day!" Lucy called as she walked out the door.

"Was that necessary?" Sawyer laughed.

"Totally," Harry high-fived his younger sister, "tell mum and dad hi for me when you see them next."

"Will do," Lucy hugged him, "I'll see you soon, Harry."

"Bye, Harry," Sawyer waved, walking down the walkway.

"Bye!" Harry called, "be safe!"

Lucy grabbed Sawyer's arm and the next moment they were standing in front of the Hogshead.

Lucy pulled open the door and went straight back to the apartment.

"Lucille Evans, you're not supposed to be out of bed!" Aberforth scolded as they entered the kitchen, "where did you two even go at this hour?"

"Lucille Potter," Sawyer corrected discretely, pouring a glass of orange juice.

"Yeah, yeah," Aberforth waved him off, "where'd you–hold on..." he turned to see Sawyer hiding a smirk behind his cup, looking over to Lucy, who was also fighting a grin, his eyes widened, "you know!"

"You know!" Lucy accused, pouting at her guardian, "Uncle Abe, how didn't you tell me?"

"Argh," Abe brought a hand to his grey hair, "I wanted to, Lulu, I nearly did several times, but Albus wouldn't let me."

"Of course," Lucy huffed, "putain de vieil hommo fou."

They both stared at her blankly.

"I don't think we want to know what she just said..." Sawyer said slowly.

"Where'd you two go?" Aberforth eyed them suspiciously.

"To see Harry," Lucy answered.

"He knows now too?" Aberforth confirmed.

Sawyer and Lucy nodded.

"Oh, this is brilliant," a smile broke out on Abe's face, "Albus is going to be besides himself! How'd you find out?"

"Oh...well," Lucy shifted uncomfortably.

"Lucy's seeing dead people."

Aberforth stared at them, "what?"

"Something must've happened," Lucy gestured to the markings on her leg, "I don't know what it means but..."

"She saw the Potters."

Aberforth stared between them, seemingly at a loss for words.

"Lily and James Potter?" He confirmed.

Lucy nodded.

"Well I'll be damned," he breathed, lowering himself into a chair, "have—have you seen any other....ghosts?"

Lucy shook her head, "just them."

Aberforth nodded, a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

"I've never heard of such a thing," he looked at Lucy wearily, "are you sure you didn't dream it?"

"Positive," Lucy raised her eyebrows, "uncle Abe, they were here."

"Ok, ok," Abe nodded, "I believe you, Lu, how'd Harry take the news?"

"Very well all things considered," Sawyer answered.

"He wants me to stop by when he's all moved in at Sirius's place," Lucy grabbed an orange from their basket of fruit.

"Did Albus ever explain your...dreams to you like he was supposed to?" Abe asked curiously.

"No," Lucy's head snapped in his direction, "what is it? What don't I know."

"Well this is a lot easier now you know you're a Potter," Aberforth sighed, come sit, he gestured to the chair besides him.

Lucy obliged, settling at the counter, peeling her orange.

"Well, you see, Luce, the Potter family used to be a renowned family of Seers, obviously the gift was muted in recent generations, however, it seems to have resurfaced with you."

Lucy stared at him, "I'm a seer?"

Aberforth nodded, "your visions are tied to your subconscious dreams, that's common in young, untrained seers like yourself, there wasn't a need to nurture this quality until now, thus why it hasn't been brought up before."

"So...I'll have more control over my visions if I get proper training?" Lucy anxiously tugged on her hair, her identity had seemed to flip completely in such a short period of time.

Aberforth nodded, "we'll find you a tutor and make sure you get the proper education needed to properly execute your talent."

"Who's going to teach her?" Sawyer asked, "Trelawney can't do it, she's bats."

"We'll find someone," Aberforth reassured them, "I think that's enough news for today, Sawyer, take Lucille back up to her room, please, she shouldn't even be out of bed in her state."

"No, I'm fine," Lucy groaned, but the adrenaline seemed to be wearing off and her exhaustion was quickly catching up to her.

"Up we go then," Sawyer threw the tiny Gryffindor over his shoulder, "don't throw up on me please."

"Arse," Lucy pouted, watching the stairs pass upside down as he climbed.

"A seer, huh," Sawyer laughed, placing her onto her bed and crawling in beside her, "you're just full of surprised, Lu."

"You're telling me," Lucy scoffed, "up until today I just thought I was a normal orphan, now I'm the hidden child of Lily and James Potter, I have a brother...who is famous if you haven't noticed, and to top it all off I can't see the future."

"The future limited to only things that majorly impact your emotions," Sawyer corrected matter-of-factly.

"Even worse," Lucy groaned into her pillow.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sawyer asked as she burrowed into his side.

"Surprisingly, no," Lucy sounded surprised at her own words, "right now, I want to take a nap and briefly forget about this whole mess for the time being."

"You're going to have to talk about it eventually," Sawyer warned.

"I know," Lucy said, "but right now what I really need is sleep and a hug."

"Then sleep and hugs it is," Sawyer declared, wrapping her in a bear hug.

"You're the only thing that keeps me sane," Lucy breathed in the familiar scent that was Sawyer, "what would I ever do without you."

Sawyer smiled and gently kissed her temple, "hopefully you don't get bored of me."

"Never."