One Lifetime

Magic

"The first time I knew that I wasn't a normal kid," Seamus says slowly, a hand on her stomach and the other propping up his chin, "was when I levitated my sister out of her crib at the age of five. That was freaky, trust me."

"Well the first time I practised magic, to the delight of my parents, I was three," Lavender tells him, grinning at the memory. "Mum was feeding me this dreadful baby food, and I despised it. So instead of just throwing it down on the floor, it flew up the stairs and into my parents bed. They didn't have fun sleeping that night."

Seamus chuckles. "I would have liked to see their reaction to that."

Lavender shakes her head. "Not pretty, I'll tell you that. Mum was pregnant at the time, so her hormones were crazy! If I had been older, I would have been punished so bad, but Dad put it down as a simple case of accidental magic, and said that we should be happy that I was showing signs of magic so early in life. He always knew how to calm Mum down."

"You miss him," Seamus says, running a finger down her swollen stomach. She nods sadly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before standing up slowly. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about her parent's deaths, she did, but not now, not when everything in life was going so perfect for them. She knew that she missed them, so much it physically hurt, but she didn't need to recall the pain that had stabbed her heart when she had first found out about their murders.

Murdered for nothing, murdered for the crime of being humane, murdered for not joining Voldemort's ranks.

Lavender shakes her head softly, smiling at Seamus. "I have to get dinner prepared," she says, softly. He nods, stretching out of the crumpled covers of their bed, staring up at the ceiling.

She shouldn't be so selfish, she thinks while pulling out a chopping board.

At least her parents hadn't felt any pain, the Death Eaters had made it painless and quick, over before they could even realised that they were dying. Seamus's family, however had been tortured to the point of insanity. His parents had been killed in a random raid on their suburb, their bodies almost unregonisable. Only his older sister survived, and that was not because of luck. If she had been there at the time, she would have been killed along with the rest of the family. Clairehad moved out of home months before the murder, and was living four suburbs away.

He had sobbed so hard when he found out that his mother, father & baby sister Callee, that it broke her heart. She could not bear to see him crying.

Lavender sighs, shaking her head.

Seamus hugs her from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck. "I love you," he whispers, interlacing their fingers and resting them on her stomach. "And I love our baby."

"I love you too," she says, smiling softly.

This love is something much better than magic, any day.