Blur, Part 02 – Middle Earth
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Prologue
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In an old house, in the middle of a roll of equally old houses, something incredibly amazing happened. The house was owned by a young witch – her name was Lucia P. Potter – and she inherited the plot from her diseased godfather. He actually left a lot of things for her inside that old house, but the thing Lucia treasured the most were the memories.
They aren't enough. Never enough.
And as Lucia's best friend Hermione, found out.
Nothing in ever enough.
"She is gone" Hermione sobbed on her lover's chest – his name's Ronald, but everyone called him Ron. He also used to be one of Lucia's friend. He also wasn't enough. "Oh Ron! Its all my fault! I shouldn't have allowed Lucy to convince me that voice in her head was alright!"
"She is not gone" He murmured against a shock of bushy hair that smothered his face. "She is sleeping"
"She's been asleep for weeks now! It's called a coma, Ron, and with every day that she doesn't wake, less is the chance that she will" And laying there like a pale wraith was Lucia. Under her cover and with her night colored hair haloing her face, she looked dead. "It has to be that Thorin's doing!"
Ron remembered the light in Lucia's eyes when she spoke about Thorin – the voice in her head. She sounded happy, content, glad. There had been a new fixture in his dear friend's face that was missing for months. Even the cadaveric parlor and the thinness of her skin looked meaningless.
And he knew exactly where she lost it.
Voldemort's gleeful laugher still echoed in his nightmares. The pain of thinking his best friend of seven years, with whom he shared tears and joy, whom he saw grow and fly, was gone. Simple like snuffling out a candle's flame with a feeble gust of air… Life was so adynamically overwhelming that moment in which Lucy simply laid there in Hagrid's arms, chest unmoving and with Death Eaters gloating left and right.
Their gleeful whispers carried by the wind to the few, brave few teenaged Order Members and made their blood turn into ice.
And since that day, life never managed to fully embrace Lucy again, she'd forever be half dead.
Something gave back to Lucy the will to live though. Something spurred in her new life. And that something, for all the hurt it cost him to admit, that something was Thorin – the voice in his friend's head.
"I think… I think she went with him" Ron coddled Hermione, caressing her face with the back of his hand as both kept watch over Lucia' soulless body, like she's been wickedly kissed by a Dementor while they all had their back turned. "She hasn't really smiled for anything other than us in months, and then suddenly she is all smiles and introversion, it's all thanks to that ghost or whatever"
Another sob tore out of his girlfriend, she really blamed Lucy's fall on herself "I think so too…" Hermione finally spoke thickly, then she turned, catching Ron's saddened blue eyes with her own. "Do you reckon she is happier now?"
"It is Lucy we're talking about here Mione… She will get in trouble the first thing, and then that Thorin will have to bust her out of it" He spoke laughingly. "And she will be having a good time, because what is Lucy without trouble? I know she will be happy wherever she is"
They laughed.
And then cried.
Because there was nothing else either could do. But they could have hope.
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Prologue End.
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Preview of chapter 01:
Lucy discovers rebirth isn't nice, but rather lonely.
In which Thorin is late.
Elves come to the rescue.
