A new day will come
Her night was over. The darkness was gone. Twos years off one night was over. The night he had been taken to Azkaban, her own sentence had started, of darkness, but as his came to an end, so did hers.
As she ran down to the harbour the blonde still held the letter the owl had given her tightly in her hand. She couldn't believe it. He was coming home. To her…
Two whole years they had been apart. They hadn't ever been apart that long, ever since they had started dating.
As she was the boot coming in from that horrid island her eyes filled with tears of joy. It was just so overwhelming.
When she had got the owl she hadn't stopped to think apart anything. All she knew was she had needed to get to the harbour, needed to get to him.
There would be no more lonely nights for her. No more wrapping her self in his dressing gown to keep his scent close to her fragile body. No more crying in to the pillow…no more despair.
She would sleep by his side; he would wrap himself and his love round her. She would cry on his shoulder.
As he got off the boat he looked at her. Why was she so loyal to a monster like him? Why hadn't she moved on…
I love you Luc…
He hadn't believed it till then, but then he had been so blind to all that had concerned his wife till now.
As he saw her for the first time up close in two years.
Tears of crystal silver fell from her blue eye as she reached out and touched him.
He jerked away and she was heart broken to see he was like a rabbit caught in her head light.
Taking his hands more gently, she lead him back to the carriage that would take them to there manor together. Shutting the curtains she looked at him.
"Lucius!" she called him back from the darkness that had held him captive for so long. Too long…
He heard her. For a moment he was convinced they were going to come, to take her away. But when they did t he had to believe it…
Stroking her cheek, her skin was still as soft as the terrible day they were forced apart. That memory was the darkest of his life. She had come to the ministry; she had begged them not to take him from her crying hysterically that she needed him if she was ever going to go on.
As he touched a lock of her golden hair, it was as smooth as the day he had last seen it. His poor, poor wife. What had he done to her? She had begged him not to go to the department of mysterious.
Then she lost it and two years of pain and grief poor on to her face like a never ending river.
Crying in to his arms she let it all go. Holding her tight he kissed her head over and over. He had always told everyone else it was a weakness to cry, even his son, but with her it was the great strength she had.
It was just them, finally alone and back together.
"Cissy, angel its ok," he stroked her hair as he pulled her on to his lap finding strength from her, and taking it all for himself. "I'm here now."
Looking in to his eyes for the first time ever from him, she found truth.
It was ok.
A new day had come.
A/n: this is for the Owlery, not the Hideaway.