Dynasty
Because even Blacks fall in love
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Callidora Black, a man ten years her senior, and a love that was always there.
And when he's gone, it hurts and she doesn't want to be here anymore. Because he was her everything and she's been with him (in some way, shape or form) since she was seven year old. And she's loved him since she was sixteen and it's been eighty four years and so it kind of makes sense that the world is tilting on its axis right now.
Because he's always been there, and he's made her who she is and he's made her a better person because he was a better person and she hates saying was because it should be is, and how could he leave her like this, how?
And he was always, always good to her and he reconciled her with her sister and he taught her to respect everyone and everything and he was a part of her and now, it really was, like half of her was gone.
And she remembers how he used to smile vaguely (because he was always very vague) and how he would call her Dora and she misses him and, oh merlin, it wasn't enough. Their time together wasn't enough.
She is proud and haughty at his funeral because she was proud and haughty with everyone except him, and her daughter is crying and her grandchildren are crying and her son is trying not to cry but fails. She does not cry at his funeral, ignores the whispers that flutter like black butterflies around her. She doesn't care much when he's not there.
She can't cry, because you don't cry at your own funeral, and when half of you is gone, it kind of numbs you a bit.
"Harfang," Callidora Longbottom sighs and lies on their bed, and rifles through the letters he wrote her when she was in school, "I miss you."
And it's simple, what she's feeling, but it's sososo painful because she doesn't know what to do. She wants to die, but stupidstupidstupid body. Why couldn't she have died early like Lycoris? And she knows that he's watching her and it's sososo frustrating.
They call her senile, but she knows he hears her.
"Harfang Longbottom, you great prat, do you remember the first time I told you I was pregnant? You cried, you cried you great pansy. And do you remember when you bribed Frank into saying that I was his favorite aunt. And I dyed your skin purple, and everyone at the ministry thought you had some deadly disease, and do you remember that time your boss confused me for your daughter and you put off our wedding for an extra two months you great prat."
He is always there and she loves him. She's just Callidora Black Longbottom, a senile, crotchety grandmother of six, and he's just Harfang Longbottom, a vague, thoughtful, wonderful man, ten years her senior, who owns half her heart.
A/N: Review please?
