Lilith (potter_girl) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-06-17 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 06, dead character: harry potter, dead character: lily luna lestrange |
RP: Lilith and Harry
Who: Lilith and Harry
Where: Azkaban
When: 17 June
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Summary: Harry visits his daughter
There wasn't anything to do. Not here. Not today. She'd eaten, and read a bit of someone's letter. Her father had been bringing them here and there, when anyone wrote to her. There were a lot from Rose...
They were really all she had. Her wedding ring and lily pendant were somewhere in storage. Or maybe her father had them? He said he hadn't managed to get them for her, but Lily wasn't entirely convinced that he'd asked.
Lily stretched out on the hard bed and sighed, one hand moving slowly over her belly, tracing the shape of herself, the shape of her baby. She was normally slender, and probably slimmer now, really... Inactivity and prison food weren't a combination that would pack the pounds onto anyone, but the child inside her was growing anyway, changing her shape.
"I wish you were here," she whispered, wishing against wish that Rabastan could hear her. "Or that I was home, in our bed. It's cold here..." She rubbed her belly, closing her eyes against the turmoil of thoughts that swam inside her head. Fear and aching and longing and sadness, wanting her husband and her mother and her bed, wishing for school and her cousins and laughter and sweets. The thrill of flying, the pleasure of torture, the simple warmth of a meal with her new sister. The lush softness of her bed, and the luxurious silk of her favourite robes...
Lilith rubbed her forearm, then turned to curl up in bed, one arm guarding her child, and wiped at her eyes. "I wish you were here..."