For: Hondagirl, who, in the true spirit of Christmas, requested my favorite pairing, the opposite of her own. You're so sweet, Honda, and I love you so much!! =D
Also, for FallenAngel111586, whose praise I've sang in past chapters,
And for HermioneWeasleyFan, who's a huge fan of my favorite pairings as well, and runs a great comm!
Day 14
On the fourteenth day of Christmas…
She sits curled up in the corner, sobbing. Her tears wrack her body with a strange, supernatural force, and she can't catch her breath.
"Can we sing?" Izzy asks, her hand on Arthur's cold arm.
"What?" someone else says. Grandma Molly has been humming "Amazing Grace" determinedly, and they get their inspiration from that.
"How sweet thy sound…that saved a w-wretch like me," she sings, and then puts her face in her hands. Her voice has long since cracked, and she cannot sing.
She hears, through her tears, Grandma Molly say, "I never cared less about dying."
She breaks down harder, now, not hearing Izzy say loudly, "I love you, Grandma!" and her mother shout in protest, "Mum! Don't say that!"
It's then that he comes up to her, takes her hand in his own, kisses it. She leans back into him, the warmth of his body heat contrasting greatly to the feel of her grandfather's cold cheek against her fingertips.
"It's okay, my Lily, it's okay. Your grandpa is with you now, crying for you." His smooth voice comforts her, and she turns and kisses him, tears running down her pale face.
The unthinkable has happened, and yet she can make it through this, with his help.
(Lily/Scorpius)
Notes: Wow, I actually got to write today…
If you didn't see it on my profile, my grandpa died yesterday at around 6:30 – 7:00. He had a chronic illness, and he really did want to die. It was so hard for us. We were there for his birthday party, and it was all very sudden. All of our family members were called and got there within three hours, except for my uncle. The second he heard, he got in his car and started driving. He lives about 7 hrs away. I just thought that maybe it would be a bit easier for me if I wrote down what happened on paper, (minus Scorpius, of course!) and that turned into this piece.
All that said, I may not be able to post for the next two days. Tomorrow is his wake, and the next day is his funeral. I hope you don't mind if I have to catch up a bit later.
And…now that the author's note is longer than the story, I leave you to review. :)