Title: Happy Sounds
Summary: Alice Longbottom wonders
Genre: tragedy
Characters: Alice Longbottom/Neville Longbottom
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I do not own it. I just like to pretend I do
She screamed for hours afterwards, screamed herself hoarse. Even after her throat heeled she just never made another sound.
Everything was colors that didn't have names, sounds that she didn't understand, and faces that that didn't have souls.
She wondered what it all meant, what the chirpy sounds from the wrinkled faced woman meant. She somehow always affiliated it with eating because the chirpy woman always brought food when she came.
She wondered what the white faced man meant when he stared at her so. She wondered why she minded when other people stared at her but not when he did. She wondered why the man always reminded her of something but when she tried to remember she was met with colors and explosions of sound that ended in a horrible blinding light even though the room around her didn't change.
She wondered what that bright blotch on her pillow was, why whenever she tried to catch it it covered her hand too. She wondered why when she looked up to the little box in the wall her eyes sometimes blinked and watered and made it hard to see. She wondered why some light was called different names and why the chirpy woman would make her get into bed when the light went away.
She wondered why the happy boy always came to see her, and why she could never seem to remember him coming before until he was about to go. She wondered why she never wanted him to leave. She wondered why, whenever the happy boy was there, her insides always got so tight. She wondered how the happy boy made sounds, what they meant when they were directed at her, and why she couldn't make the sounds too. She'd tried but she didn't know where to start.
She wondered what it all meant, what it meant when the happy boy got sad and stopped looking bright and whispered things softly into her ear. She wondered why sometimes he would pat her shoulder and why she wished he would hold her around the middle.
She wondered why the straight woman always made the happy boy go and why he couldn't stay forever.
She wondered why the chirpy woman always made happy sounds that made her happy too but why the happy boy never made those sounds when he was with her. He was a happy boy, she was sure he had to be able to make the happy sounds too. But she wondered why he never did.
She wondered why the happy boy's eyes were always so bright and why he hardly ever spoke loudly like the chirpy woman or the straight woman did. The happy boy always spoke quietly so she had to listen carefully for his sounds, otherwise she might not hear them. And she liked to hear the happy boy. She wondered why she liked to hear the happy boy so much.
He made happy sounds even when his eyes shown so brightly and he spoke so quietly. When she heard him she sometimes felt happy too.
She wondered why he made her so happy, and why she couldn't make happy sounds too.