Who: Lia Moon, Harry Potter, and a bunny named Bob. Where: The alley behind Flourish & Blotts--or what's left of it. When: Thursday afternoon What: Rescuing Lia's "family" Rating: Mild
Lia was holding her journal so tightly between her hands that the spine had already cracked once. Barely able to breathe, she paced back and forth in front of the door, waiting for Harry. Harry, who she had hated so furiously until Ron had, well, helped her see things different. See with a little s. Just as important as Seeing, Lia thought, her lips twitching up for a split second. She felt awful for pulling him away from whatever important auror business he might have to do...but she didn't feel sorry, if that balance made any sense. Bob the bunny was family to her; he didn't deserve to be stranded, alone.
Or to be left there to die, or to be dead and forgotten.
Feeling a lump rise in her throat, she tried not to think at all about how stupid she felt for his she had misread the cards. Unlike Sybill, she didn't see tragedy for others all the time--just herself. Or, more accurately, her mother, that the prophecy she had foretold was about to come true. If she had known better, maybe she could have saved those people who died. Or saved Ron the pain. Or Penny, who was kind when Lia cut through the shop on the way to her flat. Closing her eyes for a moment, Lia made herself breathe and try to clear her head, and she pressed up against the bricks and twisted her journal and thought of the families who had heard bad news or were waiting to know how much worse it could get.