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Chapter 14: A Blessing

Hi readers! It has been AGES since I updated, I know! But I've been completely concentrating on Bloodlust and my original fic but I've started writing TRTL again and once I get it started, I should be writing and updating often once again. Enjoy this one xx

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(9th March, Thursday)


"Rowen." Irene breathed, staring at her little boy, who was lying curled up in a fetal position in the small white hospital crib.


"He's okay, Irene." Theo said, placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing comfortingly. She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she walked towards the crib. Theo walked a small distance after her and when she came to stand beside Rowen's head, he stood beside her.


"He's so little. Why would the universe do this to him?" She said, reaching out with a trembling hand and brushing his cheek with her fingers. "He didn't deserve to go through this."


"Would you believe me if I said that everything happens for a reason?" Theo whispered. Irene stiffened beside him. "No, I didn't mean that he deserved this! Nobody deserves this! I'm saying that after all of this, you and Rowen will both emerge as stronger people and you would have become closer to people you never thought possible and even- even people you never met before." She looked up at him and nodded slightly.


Theo finally reached out and held Rowen's tiny hand delicately. Rowen's fingers automatically wrapped around Theo's fingers in his sleep. "He's beautiful."


"He is. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me." She said, running her hands through Rowen's hair.


"Where-" Theo hesitated before asking- "What happened to his father?" He knew that he had asked the wrong question when she tensed up completely for a few moments before visibly forcing herself to relax by taking deep breaths.


"Beautiful things can come from the dark, Theo." She finally answered, not looking at him. "That's what helps you move on. Some day, I hope I will be able to as well."


Theo didn't know what to say, mostly because he could only guess what she meant. So he nodded instead and said, "You will. You're strong enough to move on from anything."


"If you knew the horrors that-" She choked on her words and though Theo could not see her face, her shaking shoulders indicated that she was close to breaking.


"I may not know the horrors that you went through, Irene, but as an ex-death eater, I know the horrors that exist in the world. If you need to talk to anybody- I'll be around." He wasn't sure if she had registered what he said but finally, she nodded.


"Thank you." She said, wiping at her eyes. "Thank you for everything you've done for me and my son."


They stood there, watching the rise and fall of Rowen's chest, until they were asked to leave.


* * *


Stacey knew something was wrong the moment she saw a broom lying in a pool of blood at the entrance. There was a trail of blood leading from there to what she guessed would be the infirmary. It was an hour before breakfast and she had woken up early to sit outside by the lake for a few minutes of solitude before everybody began emerging for breakfast.


"No..." She whispered as she stepped closer to the fallen broom and her eyes fell on the carved name at the end of the broom. "No." She looked between the blood and the name before taking a few steps backwards, spinning on her heel and sprinting towards the hospital wing, following the blood trail. She burst through the infirmary doors and scanned the room for any sign of blonde hair. When she spotted him on a chair and not a bed, tears of relief welled up in her eyes. Lysander stood up from the chair he was sitting in and stared at Stacey, having only a moment to register the expression on her face before she came flying at him. He stumbled back a few steps as she flung her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, crying silently into his shoulder.


To say that Lysander was shocked would have been a serious understatement. Out of this shock and some worry, his arms slowly went around her back and held her to him.


"I thought something had happened to you when-when I saw your-your broom at the entrance in-in blood and-and I-"


"I'm okay." He said quickly. "I promise."


"I was so worried." She said, calming down enough to take deep breaths. She split away from him and placed her hand on his cheek, still trying to stomach everything. "What happened?"


"What is going on here?" Stacey whipped around to find Drake standing at the main doors, staring at them with unadulterated anger in his eyes.


"Drake-" Stacey started but then she narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "Why do I need to justify myself to you again? What brought you here anyway?"


"I saw your running towards here so I-"


"So you followed me?" She spat, moving away from Lysander. "I'm a big girl, Drake. I can take care of myself."


"I should've known you were coming to meet him." Drake growled.


"I thought he was hurt, Drake! He's my friend!"


"Do you usually sob and cry all over your friends' robes after jumping to conclusions?"


"No, but after losing my parents and grandparents, forgive me for being a little more emotional when I think that I've lost-"


"Your what? Boyfriend?"


Stacey was about to retort when two sets of footsteps sounded from outside. Mcgonagall appeared from behind Drake, followed closely by Stella, who had tears running down her cheeks and eyes bloodshot red. Mcgonagall moved past the three other students and towards the bed Lysander had been sitting in front of. Stella stopped beside Drake, looking afraid to move another step forward.


"What happened this time?" She asked, her hands shaking.


It was Lysander who spoke. "What do you think happened?" Her hand flew to her mouth just as a wail escaped her lips. She would have collapsed to the floor had Drake not lunged towards her in the last moment and caught her around the waist. She sunk into him, sobbing noisily. The other occupants of the room stared.


"Miss Thomas, we will need to inform your parents about this. And if he does not accept help this time, we will have to remove him from the school and force him to take help at Mungo's."


"He's not mad, Headmistress." Stella said, shaking her head. "He's just lost."


"And he refuses all help. This incident has confirmed that this is out of our hands." Mcgonagall argued.


"He'll lose it if you send him to Mungo's! You can't do this to him! He's just a boy!"


"That is correct, Miss Thomas. He is just a boy. He needs help. And you lot- what are you doing here?" The Headmistress asked, turning her gaze to Lysander, Stacey and Drake.


"Mister Lovegood brought the boy into the Infirmary last night, Minerva." Madame Pomfrey said, stepping out of her office, vials in hand. "He saved Mister Thomas' life. He brought him just in time. A minute later and-" She left the sentence open and Stella broke down into a fresh set of tears.


"But I didn't come a minute later and that's all that matters." Lysander finally said, breaking the silence.


"Well said, Mister Lovegood." Madame Pomfrey said, nodding. "Alright, everybody out. This isn't visiting time. You may come after breakfast."


"I'm his sister. Please, Madame Pomfrey." Stella pleaded.


"Miss Thomas, your brother is going to be unconscious for a while. I don't think seeing him in this condition will be very good for you either. Come back after breakfast." Pomfrey said firmly, leaving no room for arguments.


Stacey was the first to leave, glaring at Drake and gesturing to him rudely before running off. Drake made sure Stella was stable on her feet before leaving.


"Stella-" Lysander said, stopping the Gryffindor just before she left the Infirmary. She turned around, cheeks growing steadily more wet. "About Troy-"


"Thank you." She interrupted him. "For saving him. He would've been dead if it wasn't for you."


"I wouldn't have just left him there." Lysander said.


"I know. If there's anyway I could ever repay you-"


"There is." He cut her off. She looked slightly taken aback at the immediate request. "I want to help him."


"What?"


"I want to help your brother recover." Lysander said.


"He's not mad! He's-"


"Just lost." The blonde nodded. "I know. I want to help him."


"There's not much you can do. Thank you for the offer but if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know."


Lysander allowed her to walk away. He would approach her again soon. And he would convince her.


* * *


The evening found Hermione sitting at her desk at home, approving Irene's return to the office.


"Hermione?" The lady in question replied with a "hmm?"


Ron came to lean against the desk, a nervous expression on his face. He watched her work for a few moments until she looked up at him and smiled, "Yes, Ron?"


"It's- I've meant to ask you for a few days now but I've never managed to find the right time."


"What is it?" She asked, putting her quill down and giving him her full attention.


"When- before the battle- when the Ministry officials came to have our marriage cancelled-" Hermione managed to keep her face neutral but even Ron knew she didn't want to have this conversation anymore, "-the proceedings weren't complete so we're currently in a semi illegal bond because we're only half married. The Ministry wants us to come to a decision, obviously."


"We need to re-do the marriage procession then?" She asked, her mind running through the last time the Ministry officials were getting her to sign papers. In Hogwarts, when... She shook her head. No.


"Yes." He nodded. "It's more of just signing papers."


"Alright." Hermione said, her stomach twisting uncomfortably. She should have seen this coming- it made everything so much more... official. Like there was no turning back anymore. Like there was no longer a choice. But then again, was there ever? "When?"


"I think in a month." Ron said. "We need to fix a date and then they'll send us some documents confirming the date."


"Okay." Hermione said, forcing herself to smile. She picked up her quill and turned back to her work, not really concentrating anymore.


Ron didn't move. After what she counted as seven seconds, he sighed. "Hermione, you know that if-" She didn't want to interrupt him. She wanted to know what he had to say. "-never mind. I'll let you know when the date is confirmed."


He pushed off the desk and left the room and when she heard his footsteps fade away, she squeezed her eyes shut and gripped her quill tightly, trying to control her emotions. Why had she been wishing that he would give her a way out of this? She had been right- there was no turning back anymore.


* * *


"Are you ready?" Hayley asked, placing her hand on Pansy's shoulder. They were in the St.Mungo's experimentation ward for a special appointment with the potion trial since they had missed the actual trial date. Pansy nodded. Hayley leaned forward and picked up the potion vial from the table in front of their sofa. She had explained to Pansy earlier that there was a chance that it wouldn't work- that seventy percent of the people on Monday were unable to project their thoughts. That it was best if Pansy did not keep her hopes up.


Pansy nodded, a brave expression on her face.


"Okay." Hayley said, handing her the vial. After a moment's pause, she tipped it back and swallowed it's contents. Hayley and the healer in the room watched her closely. Waiting.


Pansy head began spinning the moment the potion was inside her body. It burnt it's way down her throat, making her want to throw it all up instantly but she knew that if she did, this would never work. So she forced herself to keep the potion in and once the burning sensation passed, her head was bursting with pain. She squeezed Hayley's hand tightly, praying that the pain would pass- and that it would all be worth it.


"Hayley!" She screamed in her head. Hayley's hand went limp in her own.


"Pansy?"


The older witch's eyes flew open, the pain suddenly reducing to nothing. Her head whipped to the left and the two sisters stared at each other, unable and unwilling to believe it.


"H-Hayley?" Pansy tried and as she did, she knew it would work. The occlumency shields she had built up in her mind all her life fell without her consent.


"Pansy?" Hayley forced her thoughts into her sister's head. She didn't have to even force it. It flew straight through to Pansy's mind.


"Oh my god." Both had tears in their eyes as Pansy flung her arms around Hayley's neck and hugged her tightly, barely giving them room to breathe. Neither could believe what had just happened. After months they had finally heard each other's voices. After months they could finally speak to each other and hear each other. It felt like after all the pain both had endured, it had come down to this. It was impossible for things to be the same as they used to be but anything even remotely close to that- this possibility for Pansy to be at least quarter the person she used to be- felt like a blessing.

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I hope that was alright? Forgive me for not writing for so long- I can imagine it must have been frustrating but if you're back here, reading, then thank you so so much and for any new readers- welcome to TRTL (:

I know there wasn't much Dramione but there is a lot to come!

Please please review!

Love always,
feltonlewis x

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