A/N: Just me being nostalgic…

Lucy is the second daughter of Percy and Audrey, next to Molly. She was born on fall of 2006, according to my own calendar. Great friends with Stephan Weasley, firstborn of Charlie and Eryn, one of my OCs. The rest of freaky details will show themselves among the lines…

So, enjoy…

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my words…

# 11 – Red

I run my fingertips across the surface of the small box in my lap, sensing its patterns. The box is not bigger than a shoe and has the color of fresh blood. Velvet hearts and curly lines are curved on it and its right side is unnoticeably weatherworn.

I've had ignored its existence for so long, that I actually had forgot about it somewhere in the middle.

My hands hold it lovingly, almost cautiously, tending it with caresses for the memories that bring to me. And sure they are many.

Closing my eyes I can see myself so many years prior, still a student a Hogwarts, walking goofily around the castle carrying all those books, my never-staying-in-place glasses and awkward hair. And of course I see Andrew. I'm not sure if it's because we've dated for so long, but I can't imagine my latest years in Hogwarts without him.

That smiley, sweet boy that always found it too hard to concentrate on anything. So many memories. Smiles and arguments and kisses and tears and hugs and laughter and secret glances. Everything stored up in this petite hard-carton red box. Everything I had collected carefully and cherished in the hours that I –it's almost laughable now- I prayed and pleased the sun to rise, so I can see him a bit before breakfast, or during a class. Everything in here.

It scares me to realize that these years had passed. Falling in love those days was so easy. You could fly to the sky and fall into the abyss at the very same time. Strange really how we believe that first love would last forever. Like the hippopotamus, that once they find their mate, they keep it for a life. Promises and dreams and plans. One could say it is pointless. That it all goes away and painfully I must add. But when the pain goes away, you can find a small red box in your closet and smile at all those memories, even the bad ones.

And this is why my friends, first love lasts forever…

A/N: Just review… please?