A little fic I thought up after my "Do you want to build a snow man?" story. based off the song "Let it go" by Idina Menzel, I do not own anything except my OC Lucy Dursley. Enjoy! (P.s: Before you get on me for making the Dursleys nice, remember that they did love Dudley very much,and they loved each other, they are bigots, yes,)
Lucy Dursley sat straight on the stool before the white vanity, precisely lined her almond eyes with dark blue liner. "Lucy darling are your ready?" rapped sharply on the bedroom door, "Just a sec mum" Lucy replied carefully clamping the eyelash curler on her mascara covered lashes. "We are going to be late for the event..." Mrs. Dursley entered the room and stopped short as she took in the sight of her eldest child. "Oh" she gasped, moving behind her daughter, "My my my, what a lovely daughter I have" she tucked a stray curl behind Lucy's ear.
Three years her brother, Dudley's senor, seventeen year old Lucy Marianne Dursley was the apple of her father's eye and the spitting image of her Mother, Thin and boney, with chestnut curls the stopped at her shoulder blades. but currently resided in a stylish up-do. "Right, Lets get going" quickly recovered, and started toward the door. "I'll be right down" Lucy said quickly shutting the door behind her mother and clicking the lock into place, taking a deep breath as she did so.
she moved back to her place before the mirror, plucking a fake flower from a small vase on the counter amongst he makeup and hair brushes, slowly the plastic petals began to morph from a perky hot pink rose to a lovely blue iris, and back again. placing the blossom back in the vase, Lucy took several deep breaths. "Conceal it, Don't feel it, Put on a show" she chanted slowly, gazing back into the mirror at the mask she put on everyday to hide her self.
Ever since she was a child, the fact the Magic was evil and abnormal had been pounded into her, making her hide her abilities out of fear, going so far as tear up her Hogwarts letter when it arrived at her bedroom window on the day she turned eleven.
Lucy jumped a foot in the air as a large hand shook her door on it's hinges, "Come ON Lu, We got to GO!" Dudley informed her, "Coming!" Lucy hiked up the skirt of her floral sundress and snatched a pair of high heeled sandals from under her bed. clobbering down the stairs to meet the rest of the family. "It's about time girl!" Vernon Dursley herded them all into the family car. with Lucy struggling to lace up the long strings attached the her heels, "Here, Hold this" she thrust her clutch in Dudley's hands and propped her foot on the back of the passenger seat.
"So where are we going again?" Dudley asked, nosily rummaging through his sister's hand bag, "Your father's new client's summer cabin," Petunia replied straightening her hair in the rear view mirror, "Not a client yet, that's why we're going, if everything goes well at this dinner, that's why I need both of you to be on your best behavior, it that clear" instructed them "Of Course Daddy" Lucy assured him, feigning an air of confidence, while inwardly praying to god she could keep it together.
The car pulled into the drive way of a charmingly quaint log cabin, "Okay every one, just as we rehearsed," Vernon slapped on a big fake smile, and Lucy popped her lips after dabbing on fresh lipstick. "Mr. Dursley, Lovely to see you, This must be your family" a short portly fellow greeted them at the door with a thick cigar clutched in his teeth. "yes, this is my wife Petunia, and my children Lucy and Dudley, Children I would like you to meet Mr. Georg Shammly".
The siblings greeted the older gentleman politely, "And I would like you the meet my wife, Harriet" He presented an older woman with badly dyed red hair and a scrunched up face, "Well, Supper is almost done, Vernon why don't you and I talk turkey, while the Ladies chat, Interested in Drills are you Dudley?" ushered them into the cozy cottage, "So Lucy, How old are you dear?" Their Hostess asked as they settled on a set of whit leather couches.
"Seventeen Ma'ma" Lucy replied Meekly, "I see and anyone special in your life?" she continued,pouring steaming tea into small china cups decorated with ivy and lilies, "Not at present ma'am" Mrs Shammley's face scrunched smaller, if that was ever possible, "mmmmm I see, pity" she set down her cup, "What are you planing to study as a career dear?" Lucy perked up, thought Dudley could careless about drills and other machines, Lucy found the in workings of fascinating.
"Engineering and Mechanics ma'am" she replied,to say the older woman was disturbed was an understatement, "really? now what a nice girl like you what to be an engineer for?" Lucy shifted uncomfortably, "Well, The amount of skill and ingenuity it takes to work on such precise and complex machines is amazing" Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea nervously.
"Dinner is served ma'am" a middle aged maid announced, Lucy sighed with relief as they all retired to the dining room. Lucy sat beside her father, hoping to listen in to the conversation between him and Mr. Shammly.
For the most part dinner was peaceful, after dessert they all moved to the parlor, the five older persons with glasses of wine, even though Petunia protested Lucy have a drink, "One glass won't hurt her" Vernon insisted. "Darling" turned to her husband, "You simply won't believe the conversation I had with Lucy before dinner." she sat her glass down and straightened her skirt, "Lucy here, want to become an Engineer, isn't that just adorable?" Lucy felt herself blush, as all eyes turned to her.
"Know much about Machines Lucy?" Mr. Shammly asked, from the look her father and mother gave her, her response better be a good one, "Well..." she began, "The amount of Math that it takes to even build the simplest of machines it something I find interesting. And I have been tinkering with small machines and car motors since I was able" Mrs. Shammly shot her an amused look, "But a pretty girl like you could be so much more, don't you have a fall back career?"
Lucy felt indignation raise in her veins, "With all do respect Ma'am, I am top of my class, Graduating with honors, and I am receiving a scholarship to one of the most prestigious Technological universities in the country." Around them a strange twinkling sound faintly began.
"Now, now Lucy, I'm sure you are plenty smart enough for the job, but How do you expect to run a family and balance a career?", sheasked with a smug, haughty look, "well that's quite simple ma'am" Lucy replied, setting down her wine glass, "I don't plan on having children" a collective gasp rose from her Father and , Her mother, who had already known of her daughter's plans, simply resting her head in her palm, in the universal sign of "Here we go".
"At least not until I have a stable career, and Financial stability," Lucy finished calmly, with a smug half smile gracing her face as she took in the look of utter shock on the Elder woman's face. "she's joking of course" he father chuckled nervously, "Aren't you poppet?" he turned to her, "No Daddy" Lucy confirmed.
"In fact, Mother has known of my plans after college for months now, I'm surprised she hasn't informed you."
The chiming sound grew louder than before, behind the couch a tall china cabinet shook softly, "What will your future husband think?" asked, fanning herself with her hand, " Well I suppose he will be fine with it, and If not, I'm sure I can do fine with out a man to help me," Lucy reasoned, pressing her irritation down further with each Hateful thought that rose from the red head's mouth.
On the coffee, a long crooked vertical crash ran it's way down the glass on 's wine glass. "Petunia? what have you been teaching this child?" Mrs. Shammly asked horrified, "Mother Has taught me well enough, My beliefs are my own." Lucy cut in before the hateful woman could tear into her mother.
Glass shattered loudly and the Wine glass burst as if shot by an invisible gun, "What on earth?" all jumped back from the table, behind them the China cabinet shuttered fiercely as every painted teacup and plate grew long crooked cracks, silver spoons jumped up and down in the glass shelves. "It's an earth quake!" Panicked, "Don't be silly Harriet , rest of the room isn't moving." her husband replied.
Suddenly several teacups shattered, scaring everyone, but none more than Lucy, "Oh God please not now." she prayed as the spoons in all the cabinets stood vertically on end and began to spin. One by one cups, plates, and bowls, cracked and shattered randomly as Lucy stuggled to contain her pent up energy.
"STOP!" Lucy screamed and in that instant, everything froze, shattered glass hung in mid-air, spoons stopped spinning and stood erect like silver soldiers, the cabinets ceased their violent dance. "Lucy?" she turned to face the frightened faces of her family, Her father disgusted, her Mother Heartbroken, Her little brother, who had looked up to her, now looked at his big sister with fear.
"No, Please No" Mrs. Dursley pleaded. "Mum I..." she stepped toward her family who collectively flinched away. "Dad?" she turned to him, met with only cold hateful eyes, "Dudley?" she said hopefully, praying that at least her brother trusted her, "Stay away from him!" Vernon growled as Lucy reached out to her brother.
Snatching her hand away, she stared at all of them and shook with hidden sobs. Quickly she turned and Ran, out the door, into the surrounding Woods, gasping in the hot summer air she ran down worn trails over grown with weeds and plants. Tripping and falling to the dirty forest floor she ripped off the Heels and kept running until she reached a clearing.
Breathing hysterically, Lucy collapsed to the ground, pulling her knees to her chin she sobbed, around her the grass and foliage seemed to blacken and shrivel, black lines streamed down her cheeks and encircled her eyes. the forest was silent, no birds, no animals, she was totally alone, Isolated on the outside as well as on the inside.
Around her the winds Howled through the trees, She looked around her and saw the dying plants surrounding her spot. she shot up and as soon as she did color returned to the grass, In the spot she had resided, a small stem of a plant poked out of the soil.
she approached the small seedling and knelt to the ground, as her hand it the dirt surrounding the plant, the stem and leaves began to grow and simmer faintly, until it was a small Tree with flower buds decorating it's branches. with a smile Lucy approached a moss covered tree and stroked the fuzzy green covering, making it spread up and around the tree.
Grinning like a fool, Lucy giggled and twirled around in circles, sending scores of dandelion fluff in the air.
She was free, No longer would she hide in the darkness, for now there was no point, her family knew. A weight had been lifted off of her, she no longer had to worry about anyone finding out.
Unaware of how far she had run, all of her problems seemed small, she felt light as air, She was untouchable.
"Okay" Lucy breathed, "Let see what I can do" she focused on a curtain of vines hanging from a tree, 'move' she mentally ordered, 'Move!' Slowly the vines swayed and curled around each other. she moved her arms with the vines, until they knotted into the perfect formation. proudly she bounced over the the newly braided swing of vines and sat in the leafy cradle, kicking her legs, to swing slowly back and forth.
Swinging until she was high off the ground, enough to touch the leaves on the trees, flying like a bird, she stood on the seat and waited till it was as high as it would go and jumped, 'God I hope this works' she prayed and imagined the trees bending to stop her fall. On her command The branches bent and swerved, allowing her to grab hold of one and lower to the ground. tripping on the hem of her flowing sundress, causing the fabric to tear, she shrugged and ripped it even more until the once floor length dress, reached only to her knees.
Completely in Her element, Lucy stood tall on a stump of a cut tree, summoning as much power as she could, the stump began to rise from the earth, fresh branches sprouted from it's trunk growing upward and outward. from those branches grew others, upward, thick and sturdy, like crawled and wove them selves over the branches.
Stepping back to asses her work, Lucy proudly gazed upon what she made. It was obvious that she couldn't go back home, So this will do. Before her stood A House, Huge and sturdy. Now she would never have to go back home, start a new life.
She stood on the porch, beaming at the rising Sun, In the light of a new day, Lucy Marianne Dursley would begin her new life.
((Just as reference, here if a link to the picture that inspired the house. blogs/jackspence/Treehouse%
I am think of making this a series, send your thought below, in the review section))))
