Summary: What if Lavender had been a Seer? (LavenderParvati)
The Unknown
Lavender's eyes snapped opened, her breathing ragged, her heartbeat racing. She had her hands up by neck as if clawing at something around them. Sweat made her pyjamas cling to body uncomfortable. She'd barely blinked away the dryness in her eyes when the curtains around her bed pulled open a crack. Parvati stepped through, sleep still near, and lazily waved her wand over the bed and Lavender; it sent a cool draft over her skin, drying the material of the sheets and her pyjamas.
"It's still dark," Parvati whispered as she crawled in beside Lavender. "Same thing? The teeth on the neck?'
"Did I make any noise?" she asked, curling into Parvati's side.
"No," she mumbled, already being pulled asleep again, "it was weird, it was like you were shoving me awake and I could see your dream, but not see it."
"Weird," Lavender agreed, sleeping drawing her in too.
X
"Lavender, do I like Ron?" Parvati asked.
Lavender looked up from sewing a spare button onto the front flap of her bag at the boy in question sat with Harry across the Common Room. "Stop denying the gay, Parvati. I've told you what I saw."
Parvati sighed. She returned to drawing elaborate flowers around the word October in her bullet journal. "When you come from my family, you have to deny the gay for as long as possible," she said with another heavy sigh.
"Talking of Ron – Hey, Weasley! Tell Hermione when she sends off for her quills, she should send for extra ink too."
"What?" he said stupidly.
"I'll make sure she knows," Harry answered for him.
Parvati continued colouring in her flowers. "Don't you get tired of Seeing such ridiculous things for people as well as things that you can't fully See that might save a life?"
"More than you know," Lavender admitted. "Like I needed to see Hermione dropping a pot of ink while I was brushing my teeth this morning. She's not even going to drop it for another two weeks."
Parvati started adding glitter to the edges of the pages. "Is it Hermione I like then?" she asked.
Lavender rolled her eyes. "No, it's not Hermione. I didn't even mean to let you know that I'd seen you with someone, so let it go, will you?"
X
Lavender was up and out of her bed before the prophecy dream had finished playing across her brain. Parvati had her curtains open, wide awake with her arms open ready to comfort her. She quietly cried into her shoulder, careful to not wake the other girls, just like the other nights she'd seen a prophecy this devastating.
"What was it?" Parvati asked when they settled into her bed.
Lavender wiped away the last of her tears. "Falling. I think Dumbledore's going to die, but I can't see when."
Parvati took a sharp breath at their headmaster's name. She turned on to her side and wrapped herself around Lavender, as if she was trying to take away the pain of enduring all the prophecies she still hadn't deciphered. "I know you're scared of the unknown, but we'll make it through."
She nodded against Parvati's head, trying not to enjoy this moment more than the friendship it was. Parvati still had to find that path on her own and Lavender wouldn't force her hand in any way, no matter what she'd seen or felt for her.
X
She nearly fell out of bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, like the dream of being chased had followed her into the waking world. Parvati was already there, helping Lavender to straighten out the sheets. They glanced at the three other beds, all the curtains still pulled closed; she hadn't woken anyone. Her eyes lingered on Hermione's bed.
"Hermione?"
Lavender nodded. "Her parents. But I can't tell her yet. She wouldn't understand it. It…" Her breath caught as she understood something. Her eyes met Parvati's, the room a pale blue as the sun was barely above the horizon. "I can't save Dumbledore. He has to die."
Parvati stopped messing with the sheets and sank to the bed. "But with your visions and my elemental magic, there must be something we can all do. It's Dumbledore," she hissed.
Lavender shook her head. An odd contentment settled on her. "No, I think it's part of a plan. I don't understand it completely."
"I'm scared," Parvati admitted after a moment.
"Me too," said Lavender, finding her hand.
X
On the last day of Hogwarts, the school was in morning and Lavender was exhausted from the repeated dreams and visions. Always the same cycle of falling, teeth on neck, running. Some days she would daydream about them and they would be clearer. That night was the first time in a long time she'd dreamt of nothing and the cost had been Dumbledore's death.
She pulled back the curtains to find Hermione sat at her trunk, slowly packing some of her stuff into it, like she was in a daze. Lavender had never gotten on with her, they didn't gel, but she'd never kept any of her dream-visions from her and she wasn't about to start now, because it was time to finally tell her.
Lavender took a tentative step, then a deep breath, and finally joined Hermione, who gave her a half-smile as she knelt down by her and started to fold some of her clothes with her. "I've never thank you," Hermione started quietly, glancing at the other beds, curtains still pulled closed, "for all the times you've let me know things, like broken ink pots and when I nearly forgot a lesson in third year… all the little things that didn't really mean anything but everything to me."
They continued to silently pack Hermione's trunk for a few moments when Lavender took a few breaths to prepare herself.
"I know you've always thought I'm a bit air-headed because I like fashion and the pretty things in life but they keep me sane, Hermione. If I didn't have them…"
"I know." There was so much regret and sorry in those two words. She reached out, took Hermione's hand and said, "I need you to listen carefully. You have time. When you go home, take that trip to the theatre with them, enjoy the dinners… then do it. Okay? Don't deny them a week."
Hermione's eyes widened, no attempts to speak. She understood. "Thank you. I didn't think I would even have that."
Lavender nodded, her eyes drifting to Hermione's packed trunk. She let go of Hermione's hand to take the hairbrush sitting on the top. "You need to stop with this." She shook it in Hermione's face. "The reason your hair is so bushy is because you've got curls. You don't brush curls." She dropped the brush back in the trunk. "Now while you're gone, there won't be time to look after it anyway, but do this…"
Lavender made Hermione turn on the floor. She forced the wildness of her thick hair into a plait, with a bit of magic to keep it in place and tied the end with a coral clip then flipped it over Hermione's shoulder. "It'll be easier when it's wet, if you get chance to shower, and take a comb, not that thing."
They stood up together, Lavender needed to pack. Hermione pulled her into an unexpected hug. "Take care of yourself," Hermione whispered in her ear, and before she let go, "She sees you."
Lavender looked at her with a half-smile of her own. "I know. It has to be on her terms, though."
X
Lavender almost crumpled and didn't go back to Hogwarts for her final year. She'd had a summer of the same dream; teeth on neck. But she knew as a Pure-blood she had some semblance of safety guaranteed to her at school. And the vision would make sense when the time was right. She would then know how to let it guide her properly.
That didn't make the days any easier as the Carrows tormented and tortured students for every little thing they did or didn't do. Parvati and Lavender had taken to sharing a bed by the end of September, anything to feel like life would be normal one day. Sometimes the dream of the teeth would be broken with something Harry needed to do, but what good was it if she couldn't get the information to him.
Then the day came where they started to hide in the Room of Requirement. It got larger as another student joined them, bloody and bruised from being tortured by teachers who were meant to protect them.
And then Lavender realised something that took her entire breath from her body when she woke up from her usual nightmare. Parvati soothed her, whispered into her ear that she was safe, that she was okay, pulling her back down.
"I'm not going to make it, Parvati," she whispered, a sob breaking her words.
"What do you mean?" she asked immediately, already sitting up again.
"The dream I've been having. There's nothing after it. I now know what it means," Lavender explained.
Parvati got out of the bed and started collecting what little things they'd brought with them from Gryffindor tower. "Come on. We're leaving. If we're not here. It can't happen."
The few people that were awake looked over to them, questions in their eyes in the small amount of light dotted around the room.
Lavender moved quickly to pull Parvati into a hug, her heart racing painfully fast. "Listen to me," she said into her ear. "It's critical that it happens. There's a point… with that person gone… some things will be turn the fight to us." She pulled back and held Parvati's hands in hers, crying for the time she'd wasted not telling her that she loved her. "Do you understand? It's a small part in a bigger outcome. You take one thing away…"
Parvati was already nodding, Lavender had explained so much of this to her already over the years. "We've wasted time. I thought we'd have more of it once this was over."
"We'll make the most of what we have," Lavender insisted.
Parvati nodded, eagerly meeting her kiss, both wishing that their first time hadn't been under those circumstances.
Word Count: 1,716
Written for:
Yearly
- Insane - 487. (pairing) Lavender/Parvati
- Musical - Tens - Sunflower/Post Malone: I know you're scared of the unknown
- 365 - 311. (word) Critical
- Character Collection - Female 162. Parvati Patil
Quarterly
Biscoff Cookies
- (word) Fashion (1)
- (dialogue) 'I'm scared' (2)
- (character) Lavender Brown (3)