Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Ok, so I have 100 prompts, and I thought I'd base them around Lucy Weasley, as she's probably one of the most unappreciated Weasley grandchildren. This will perhaps give you an insight to how I feel Lucy would be - hope you enjoy!:)
#"I've spent years waiting for you and now you want to leave me. I won't let you go without a fight!"
Life was good. I was a trainee Healer at 's, I had a nice new apartment, I was still close with my friends and family, and I had graduated Hogwarts with top marks. Life was better than good in fact. It was great. I let myself into my flat late that night after coming back from work, yawning widely as I closed the door behind me. Ready to fall asleep right there, I dumped my bag on the couch and got ready to sink down too. That's when I noticed the white square card on my doormat. I picked it up and flipped it over to read it.
Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy & Rose Nymphadora Weasley
would like to invite you, Lucy Weasley,
to their wedding on the 28th August at The Burrow.
They hope you can make it!
Best wishes.
I couldn't believe my eyes. After reading the invitation a few times over, i had to accept that this was the truth. Everything was a whirlwind from then. I broke down in tears, suddenly wide awake. How could he do that to me? How could she do that to me? My good week suddenly didn't seem too good.
The Burrow looked as festive as ever, all ready for Rose and Scorpius' wedding. I straightened out my floaty knee-length pale pink dress and put on a brave face before marching into the marquee. Friends and family were gathered. I saw lots of my cousins chatting at the top of the aisle, waiting for the wedding to proceed. They caught my eye and shared a guilty look.
"Hi," I barely acknowledged them as I scanned the room for the groom.
"How are you, Lucy?" Dominique asked sympathetically.
"Fine. Why shouldn't I be?" My answer sounded short, snappy and so un-fine even to me.
Dominique winced. I sighed and then quickly slid into my seat as I heard the wedding march crank up. Rose looked beautiful. Scorpius looked handsome. I looked tense. Everyone else looked pleased. That's when the words came out; 'if anyone here has a reason to why these two shouldn't be married, speak now.' Last chance. Should I? Shouldn't I?
"I've spent years waiting for you and now you want to leave me! I won't let you go without a fight!" I stood up before anyone could stop me, looking directly into Scorpius' eyes.