Loving Lucy
Description: "I'm looking for my father," I say softly, pointing to the picture. "Percy Weasley. Can you help me?" "Percy Weasley only has one daughter--" "That he knows of."
Disclaimer: Lucy intrigues me, more so than any other next generation character. However, she's not mine.
Prologue
It's dark. Dark and cold. Even while clutching my mother's hand, there is not comfort to be found in this place. I feel so small, so insignificant next to the enormous statues of war heroes passed. Mum had told me about this place; that this is a place of light that keeps the rest of the world from falling into darkness. I don't think I believe her anymore.
Mum goes to the information desk, and asks for Percy Weasley. I know who he is; Mum has told me a lot about him. How sweet he is, how smart and caring. How he was in the Battle of Hogwarts and helped fight off the Death Eaters that attacked the school. I knew, from the smile on her face as she spoke of him, that she loved Percy Weasley. She always had.
The lady at the information desk is fat and angry looking. She says that Percy Weasley is busy at the moment, can she leave him a note? Mum shakes her head, and asks if she could be directed to his office; she would wait outside for him. The witch mumbles grumpily that Mr. Weasley is a very busy man, not to be trifled with by single moms looking for charity. Mum never loses her cool once, informing the information witch that she is Healer Penelope Clearwater, thank you very much, and has no interest in the Weasley fortune. The woman, horribly embarrassed, gives Mum very specific directions as to where Mr. Weasley's office might be. Mum smiles sweetly, thanking the woman. We share a conspiratorial giggle as we walk down to the office.
After a long elevator ride and an even longer walk, we reach a big door that says "Percy Weasley; Senior Advisor to the Minister". I tell this to Mum, and she smiles encouragingly. I am the most advanced reader in my class.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, I sit down on the floor. I don't know why Mum brought me here anyway. Sure, it'd be cool to meet a war hero, but why? Why? That's the question, isn't it? Mum is pacing back and forth nervously. She continues for the rest of our wait. Half an hour. One hour. Two hours. Finally, she sits down next to me, looking overly anxious about something or other. I'm ready to ask if we can leave when someone finally exits the office.
It's a woman, blonde hair, brown eyes, insanely beautiful, whose face is covered in tear stains. She looks left, right, then left again, as if she didn't know where she was. She moves her hands to touch her stomach, then starts crying again. I don't know what to make of it until she is followed out of the office by a man that could only be Percy Weasley.
I hear my Mum's breath catch, and, unthinkingly, mine does too. He has orange hair and red glasses and blue eyes. Just looking a him, I feel at home. But as he runs after the crying blonde, my feelings change. They go from joy, to anger, to sadness as he pulls the woman into a warm embrace. He whispers to her lovingly. He tells her something that makes her smile through her tears. He kisses her cheek, then her neck, then her lips. I don't look at my mother; I've seen her heart break before. I take her hand, and pull her away from the scene in front of us. Backwards through the Ministry, out to the London air. She hardly registers any movement. I pay for the train tickets, and make sure we get off at the right stop. It isn't until we're in front of our house that I speak.
"Don't worry, Momma, you still have me."
She looks down at me then, and smiles. "That's right Lucy," she says softly. "I still have you."
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Author's Note: Obviously, this story is not completely canon. However, it's not un-canon enough to be considered AU either. Give me your thoughts.