just a short little thing i was in the mood for at the library :) quite literally no idea what to call it
Assignment 4
Maid of the Mist - Task 1 - Write about a widow/er
WC: 396
Lily so often forgets Harry isn't at home. She accidentally buys two portions of cheese and fresh herbs for breakfast eggs, finds herself wandering into shops and turning around to call for her son.
She swallows it down and knows that she'll have to get used to it for at least the next seven years. She hasn't been alone for a long time, always having her now long-deceased husband or her son by her side. Then again, she isn't truly alone - she owls several old friends every week and Molly Weasley has promised to let her visit anytime. It's just -
He's safe, she reminds herself. Hogwarts is the safest place Harry can possibly be right now, and it's not like she can't owl him every two days like she promised. Then why, why, does she feel an uncomfortable tingle in her chest about her baby boy as she scrambles her eggs?
She stops thinking about it when a month in, Harry's letters don't contain any hint that he's been up to any mischief, even light. So different to his father at his age. The only remotely concerning thing is Dumbledore's declaration of a forbidden corridor, which is sure to draw students' attention like nothing else, but her son has common sense. And surely, Dumbledore knows what he's doing with that.
Harry comes back for Christmas break, but he seems preoccupied. When Lily asks him about it, he insists it's about his studies - "I want to make you proud" - but she doubts Transfiguration or Potions could put that intensely thoughtful look on his face.
She resolves to ask her contacts among Hogwarts staff to watch out for him.
Molly Weasley floo-calls her unexpectedly. Lily sticks her head in the fireplace, still uncomfortable with the muted sensation of flames licking across her skin, and raises an eyebrow. She's just visited the other woman yesterday.
"Lily," Molly says immediately. "It's - it's Ron. And Harry."
That gets Lily's attention. "Is something happening at Hogwarts?" she says, hoping that neither of the boys are getting suspended or expelled for doing something dumb like an ill-intended prank or, God forbid, cheating on an end-of-year test.
"Yes," the other woman breathes out, strands of hair falling in her face. "They're - they're -" A pause.
"You-Know-Who is at Hogwarts. And they've gone off to try to stop him."
