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"... You are so so loved-"
Lucille watched the scene in front of her unfold, as a distant thump was heard in the background. The thump of James Potter's body hitting the ground.
James was dead, and Lily was moments away from meeting the same fate.
It was disgusting how much Lucille didn't care.
She had watched these two. Watched them take care of Poppy and Harry. Watched them live their lives under solitude, when they were supposed to be out enjoying their lives like normal twenty-one-year-olds.
She had watched them for so long, and yet she felt nothing.
("Have you ever cared about anyone-")
Poppy watched her mother with wide eyes, as Harry cried next to her. The girl leaned into her brother's side.
Lily's voice broke even more at the sight of the two, and Lucille couldn't help but sneer.
(Are you really that much of an unfeeling monster-)
The door broke down, and soon all Lucille knew was darkness.
"You're a good girl Poppy. Protect your brother-"
Poppy watched on, as Mama dropped to the ground. Harry wouldn't stop crying.
Lucy was yelling. She was hurting. Poppy didn't know what to do.
She wished Mama would wake up soon. Mama always knew what to do. Papa was always able to wake her up, but he wasn't coming either.
The man had yelled at Mama. Yelled at Harry and her. Hurt Harry and Her.
Everything hurt, and Poppy didn't know what to do.
She wished Mama would wake up soon.
Lucille heaved, as she raised a hand to her chest.
She felt sick, as if ice was clawing its way through her insides. It left no room for her to breathe-
(What had he done?)
She ran a hand through her hair, as she desperately tried to steady herself.
She could hear calls in the distance.
(Red hair, green eyes-Innocence-)
Poppy needed her.
Someone actually needed someone as pathetic as her. Someone as heartless as her.
("You're a monster,")
A monster like her.
She felt a warm mixture make its way down her cheeks, as she desperately wiped at her face.
(The first time you feel something, anything in months, and it's sadness? Pity? How pathetic are you-)
She grows intangible once more.
"Poppy," She calls out to the girl. Already knowing the events about to unfold. "It's alright. You and Harry will be alright. Just go to sleep, and everything will be alright,"
She tries not to think of the Dursleys. Of the horrors that await the twins at Privet drive.
Of the awful life Poppy will be forced to endure.
She tries and fails.
(Isn't that what you're good at? Failing-)
She feels a lump of emotion make its way down her throat, as Poppy smiles her signature goofy grin.
"Love you, Lucy," The girl replies, her words measured in her childish inflection. Lucille smiles at that. Smiles at the innocence, the naivety she knows is bound to die a painful and gruesome death.
"Love you more, Poppy,"
Lucille watches the events unfold, as Poppy sleeps on peacefully. She desperately tries to ignore the scar on Harry's forehead. Or Poppy's newly scarred palms.
(A perfect reminder of the shitstorm that was to come-)
She watches as Sirius-Young, stupid Sirius who should have stayed. Should have kept his temper in check- comes to collect the twins. As the twins are handed off to Hagrid. As the twins are dropped off at Privet Drive.
Or as Lucille loved to call it, Hell on Earth.
The twins are left outside which already has Lucille cursing Dumbledore to the depths of hell.
Who in their right mind leaves one year old toddlers in the freezing cold? With a family they know won't love them the way they deserved to be loved.
She waits. She waits, and she watches the moment Harry wakes up. The moment Poppy wakes up.
She watches as Harry starts to cry out, as Poppy sits by his side peacefully.
(The strange thing about Poppy, Lucille noticed, was that she barely cried. James had said that the moment she was born, all she could was laugh-)
Eventually, after a good hour of waiting, someone comes to the door.
He's a large man, Lucille observes. He's strangely familiar, with his chubby face, and his invisible neck.
He looks down at the twins, scrunches up his fat face, and promptly shuts the door once more.
Lucille feels something bubble up within her. It grows as she hears him stomp back up the stairs, bellowing like a killer whale.
(Hatred. So much hatred that she has no idea what to do with-)
She comforts Poppy. What else can she do?
Life was unfair. That was a rule Lucille had learned early on. A rule she had learned when even her own mother had deemed her a waste.
("Do you not care at all-")
She didn't care, Lucille was quickly realizing once more. The whole world could burn, and Lucille wouldn't give a damn.
As long as Poppy was still breathing, that was all that mattered.
(Maybe that did make her a monster. Maybe that did make her screwed up, by most psychiatrists standards at least. But Lucille didn't care-)
A shuddering breath breaks through Lucille's concentration, as Petunia Dursley stares down at the twins with… Lucille doesn't know what it is.
(All she knows is that life isn't about to get any easier-)
Author's Note: Here's Lacuna chapter 3! Regretfully, this was also a transition chapter, but I'll try and make chapters more fast paced. We had the deaths of James and Lily, and the beginning of the story. Compared to the original, this story will contain AU qualities(Soulmates being exhibit A). Next chapter, we'll be following Poppy's POV, and we'll have a slight time skip. I want to thank all the people that favorited, followed, and reviewed the last chapters. I greatly appreciate it!
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