RP: Lilith, Harry, Ginny, Rabastan Who: Lilith and her thoughts, then Harry, then Harry/Ginny, then Lily/Rabastan Where: Lestrange Manor, Hogwarts. When: 25 March, 2025 Rating/Warnings: N/A Summary: Lilith is thinking about her family.
Lily sat deep in a tub full of bubbles and hot water, mulling over the day. She'd begun guarding her evening bath jealously, first because it was necessary because of sore muscles and bruises and scrapes. More lately because it gave her time alone without even an elf - she'd forbidden Prissy or the others to come into her bathroom - time to think or dream or simply not have to listen to the babble of anyone else.
She was getting married. Having a baby. It would be ages before it came, the child she and Rabastan had made, and there would be a million changes before then, but still, in her mind, it was there. Tiny and dark haired with deep eyes like his... She'd be a mother. What sort of mother would she be? One like hers, giving hugs and kisses and playing outside? Teach the child to fly and draw and make letters in the sand? Or would her child be raised by elves...?
She wasn't sure she wanted that. Not that she didn't love her life now, and Rabastan... Did she love him? He was good to her, certainly. Welcomed her into his room, his bed, whenever she liked. He'd not yet told her to go because he was busy, not yet, although she didn't go every night. They'd explored more things from his trunk, although he'd been much more gentle since they'd found out that she was pregnant, but she'd enjoyed it all. Continued to enjoy being with him. Lily found the sponge under the water and filled it with soap, washing slowly. Thoughtfully. She never thought about how old he was. She wasn't even sure that she knew. Older than she was, but it hadn't ever seemed to matter.
And Bellatrix. She still shared her bed sometimes as well. It had been odd, at first, but she'd learned, and been pleased with the pleasure she was capable of giving. Lily sank under the water, letting it cover her head, holding her breath for a few moments before emerging.
She was a Death Eater. Serving Voldemort. The thought gave her no pause. She knew that she was powerful. Valued here. The things she had done were in His service. For the greater good. Living and serving with her family, really, Bellatrix and Rabastan.
But she had other family too. She thought about them as she finished her bathing. Jamie, who'd tried to talk to her. She hadn't had much to say, really. She didn't want to talk to him about Rabastan, and what would he know of her training? And she shouldn't have to explain why she'd done what she'd done. It had been her job. She'd done it. Simple as that. She didn't ask him to explain things. She didn't call him 'baby'.
And Albus. His letter had annoyed her for a number of reasons. Firstly, she'd put the location on the invitations. She'd thought it would be obvious to anyone receiving it that if they couldn't see the location, then they weren't meant to know it. Apparently he wasn't as bright as she'd thought. And wedding gifts? Really? Like she needed anything.
And who cared what sort of treats the owl liked? It wasn't her owl.
She rinsed her hair and body, emerging from the tub pink skinned, then wrapped in a towel to go dress. She was tired, but not sleepy, and she pulled her dressing gown on over her nightdress and went to sit by the window while she combed out her hair.
Owls could get to her. She'd got a note from Albus. But nothing from anyone else. It just proved again in her mind that she was more wanted here, but somewhere inside her there was an ache for her family. A thought for her mother. If anyone would have written, Lily imagined she would have. But no. And her father. But she'd hexed him. He likely hated her...
Her fingers twisted her hair into a plait, tying off the end with green ribbon. Her hair was so long now. Prissy wanted her to wear it down for the wedding, but Lily had argued, insisting on it being pinned up. Her gown would leave her shoulders bare, and with her hair up, it would be absolutely elegant.
Jamie would think so. Jamie. He'd called her on the watch, the one like the Aurors used. The Dark Lord had given it to her so she could speak to him.
She wondered if she could use it to try to talk to her father. The wedding loomed large in her mind, and right there with it, the idea that her father should be there as well. He should give her away. Walk her down the aisle. She knew it wasn't possible, but he could give a blessing just the same, couldn't he? She stared at her reflection in the darkened window for only a moment before turning and making her way out of the room.
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She'd found the Dark Lord in the sitting room, and had managed not to stammer when she made her request. He'd given her a look, but had handed over the watch, and she'd been surprised that he hadn't asked for an explanation.
She was trusted.
Lilith returned to her room and settled in the chair by the window, opening the watch and cradling it in her hands, activating the spell to call her father. Her stomach tightened nervously as she waited for him to answer.