DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, Lucy or anything you recognize.
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Lucy Weasley turned her brown eyes to her father, wanting more than anything for him to recognize her as his daughter. She looked like her mother, acted like her mother, but she wanted her father's love. She wanted him to recognize her. She wanted him to say that she was beautiful, she wanted him to say that he loved her, she wanted him to say one word to her and really mean it. She looked at the sun, the blinding light reaching into her eyes and forming dark spots. She blinked and looked back at her father, wanting him to scold her.
"Lucy!" her mother screeched as she ran towards her youngest daughter. Lucy looked down at the ground, trying to fight back tears. Her mother wasn't the one that she wanted to please, wasn't the one that she wanted to hear a word from. "What are you doing? Don't you know that looking at the sun can blind you?"
Lucy shook her head, not daring to look up, not daring to look at the impassive look that her father was giving her. She could hear Molly coming outside, hear her father's delighted words at his favorite daughter. A tear slipped from beneath her eyelid and it was all she could do not to let go and start sobbing at her father's feet. She was scared of him not wanting her, she was tired of trying to get him to look at her and she was sick of wringing everything she had out just to get him to say one word.
"I'm fine, Mum, let go of me," she said quietly, not able to gain enough strength to snap at her mother. She was tired, her eyes red-rimmed and her hair hanging over her face. "I won't do it again. I promise."
Her mother nodded, letting go of her youngest daughter, not understanding what that small movement meant to her. It meant that her mother didn't care about her baby girl, it meant that everything Lucy had been working towards was now spent, her energy wasn't worth trying to get her father to want her.
"I'll be inside," she whispered, her footsteps pounding on the grass as she ran inside.
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"Percy. What did you do to our little girl?" Audrey Weasley screeched at her husband, her brown hair flying from behind her as she wheeled around. "She just sat down on the ground and cried after I told her not to look at the sun! What have you done?"
Lucy's eyes widened as she heard her parents arguing. They probably thought that the girls were asleep, and Molly was, but Lucy just couldn't get to sleep, no matter what she did. She clung onto the railing of the stairs, trying to get closer to her parents. So her mother had noticed something, just not what Lucy wanted her to notice. But even as Audrey yelled and screamed and pounded things angrily, Lucy couldn't hear her father's low rumble of a voice. Lucy ducked her head down, feeling the tears well up in her eyes but didn't say a word. What would happen if her mother couldn't get him to realize what he was doing to his daughter.
"Lucy!" her father barked, making Lucy look up, her brown eyes hopeful. "What are you doing down here you silly girl! Back upstairs and go to sleep! Now!"
Lucy nodded solemnly, her eyes darkening and her feet making the trek upstairs. She couldn't stop it anymore, her tears welled over their barracks and fell down her cheeks. She sat on her bed and sobbed, an empty feeling forming in the pit of her stomach as she realized her father didn't want her. She was a nuisance and better off without her family.
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The next morning, Lucy woke up with tear stains on her cheeks and a sick feeling in her stomach. She could hardly get off of her bed, let alone face her parents. What would her father say? That she was stupid trying to get him to look at her? That she was better off without anyone in her family? The family love famine that she was experiencing was tearing her apart, she was barely a shadow of the person she once was.
"Why won't you look at me?" she screamed at the ceiling, slamming her fists into her mouth and screaming through them. "Why do you insist on not caring about me?"
"Luce? What are you doing in here all alone?" Molly asked, her brown eyes wide with wonder. "And why are you screaming? Are you all right?"
"Just fine!" Lucy yelled, picking up a bag and throwing things into it, preparing to leave. "Tell Mum and Dad that I love them and that it's Dad's fault that I'm leaving." Molly just stared at her younger sister, not understanding what was going on. Lucy kissed her on the cheek, putting her shoes on and opening the window. "I love you Molls, but I just can't do it anymore." And with that, Lucy jumped out of the window and Disapparated mid-air, feeling the air rip through her long brown hair. And finally, Lucy was free from the famine that was eating her alive.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Lucy seemed like the most hungry person I could write! Read and Review!