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I do not own Harry Potter. I have nothing to do with Scholastic, Warner Bros or Bloomsbury. I'm not JKR and I am certainly not making any profit out of this.
15th October 1996
Wilfred fairly bounced up the steps from the tube into the bright, crisp autumn day. It wasn't often he managed to snag an afternoon off; but he'd been doing double shifts at St Mungo's for the last month, so when Elliston had offered to take his afternoon he'd been more than happy to agree.
Stopping at the little flower shop on the corner, he picked out a cheery bunch of pink and orange gerberas and grinned to himself. An early birthday present – with plenty more to come next week.
Audrey was going to mind the house for them while they took a nice, relaxed cruise along part of the Gironde estuary in Bordeaux. He'd rented them a tidy little houseboat so they could stop and start as they please and Lucy was going to love it! Not the best time of the year, possibly, but as long as they were discreet it was nothing that an atmospheric charm couldn't take care of.
All things going to plan, they'd be back a few weeks before Christmas.
Three steps.
One step to the corner. One step across the middle. One step to the other side.
The front door of their neat little house, one up two down, was visible from the corner.
Ripped from its hinges. Torn to shreds.
He started to run, although he really didn't want to know ... but he had to know.
Time seemed to speed up and slow down all at once and no matter how hard he ran he didn't seem to get any closer and suddenly he was right there in his living room and everything was smashed up into a thousand little pieces.
Blood on the walls ... and there was his Lucy, white and brittle and cold.
Sorry. This is just the beginning of the chapter, and I don't know when the rest will be up, it's been sitting around for a couple of weeks. I don't have the heart to finish it at the moment.
Joanna T. 24 August 1970 – 12 November 2010.
The happiest person I ever knew. The most enthusiastic, affectionate and by far the friendliest. I can't imagine what your kids, husband, parents and sisters must be feeling at the moment.
We had some fun though, didn't we? I know we embarrassed the shit out of the kids when they were playing soccer, god knows they told us enough times ... but at least they knew we were paying attention, aye? It just isn't going to be the same without you.
I love you.