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I own not the Harry Potter, nor the J.K. Rowling. I own the Deux
Rouge, Deux Verts universe,
although I'm not sure if that's applicable since it's cloned from JKR's HP universe. Whatever. Feel
free to steal with credit. Scholastic, Bloomsbusry,
& Associates - I don't know them, so obviously they don't support this
effort.
Author: Ruth Wilson
Title: Le Temps Avant les Déchirures
Rating: PG
Summary: A set of Vignettes from a specific time in my Deux
Rouge, Deux Verts universe.
MWPP and Co's seventh year. Decisions and reflections from many characters. (WARNING:
slash in the first vignette, don't look if squeamish!)
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Vignette #1
Lillian Evans, Holding onto Nothing
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Everything was upside down.
Who really knew how the world worked anymore?
It was bad enough, having to deal with adolescence, and the promises and
heartbreaks that came in it's innocent packaging, but
they had to deal with so much more. It was dark, everywhere now. The advent of
a wizard no one knew and everyone feared. He'd left her home burning, with his
mark above it only last summer. A marriage proposal that she didn't wasn't and
would accept anyway. A love that would linger forever, and could never again be
indulged. Her best friend and dorm mate had been sent to Azkaban over Christmas
hols for 'conspiracy to and actually follow through of actions pertaining
heavily towards the dark arts'.
They all of them knew it was just a fancy way of calling Rebecca a Death Eater.
And with all of that, was it any surprise that these two friends had found
their comfort in each other?
Lily smiled softly, something that hadn't been allowed her in months,
remembering the events of the evening past as she waited for the woman beside
her, now her lover, to wake. To love a woman, she thought dazedly. It could
never be for forever, however right it was. It was only for now. Only for when she needed it most.
They were only holding onto nothing to see how long nothing would last.
Sighing softly, Lily tore herself from her dreams, and wishes, and let her eyes
flutter to her bedside table, on which sat a ring. There was no question in her
mind that she would accept him. She had to. Not only did she have nothing to go
home to, but this - a marriage with the heir of a pureblood line, however
muggle friendly - would give her the influence to change things. To make sure
that no one else went over to the Darkness. To see that none
would be hurt as she had been.
And with Narcissa, it had never even been an option. Lucius' proposal would not
be effective until the girl's graduation, but her family would never let her go
against them, even for love. Lily could understand their reasoning. Narcissa
was a pureblood. Nothing but marriage into a line would be acceptable for her.
Lily had no one to tell her what would be acceptable anymore, and she almost
felt that she was too young to know herself.
But she knew that she would have to put that ring on sometime. Just not today.
Not ever, she wanted to add, snuggling closer to the warm softness that was
Narcissa Black and sighing.
Holding onto nothing, to see how long nothing would last.
She wished nothing would last forever.
But she would settle for this moment.