` ` I'M VERY SLOWLY GOING INSANE ! / / HUGO/OPEN !

[lucyw]

Thud … Thud … Thud … Thud.

The sound of her heart. So calming in her ears. The sound of her thudding heart, mixed with her slowing down breathing. She waited. It felt like a painful decade before she decided he was gone. The man, that creep of a man who she had met in Azkaban. He branded himself Jack. A scary face to go with his scary smile. Smile or smirk? She didn't know. She could remember him taking an interest in her, asking her questions before calling her Lucy Weasley, which had scared the hell out of her because she had only called herself 'Lucy' to him. Obviously, he called her 'Weasley' because of her unmistakable red hair and freckles, somewhat of the Weasley's trademark. But after that …

LEAVE. ME. ALONE !
GET. OUT. OF. MY. HEAD.

He wouldn't. Get out of her head, no. What a pretty little brain you have here. Unless she killed one of her family members. Kill them.

What harm will it do?
No one will no it was you … and you'll get rid of me.
Forever.

“NO!” the redhaired girl yelled aloud. She was too innocent, too, well, lovely to do something like that. Even if Roula had offered herself. She was not going to do it. Never. She couldn't even contemplate it. What would happen, then? This man was obviously not going to leave her alone unless she killed someone. One of her own. What a problem.

Speaking of problems, they seemed to love Lucy at the moment. They wouldn't leave her alone. After that walk in Hogsmaede … a brick had fallen on her head, knocking her out and causing her to loose her memory. A little comical, perhaps, but the aftermath was nothing to laugh about. Past Lucy and New Lucy was like talking about two entirely different worlds, two different leagues, even. In fact, the Past Lucy used to hang around with depressed people just to make them happy again! And it was so difficult for most not to love the adorable redhead. She was so amusing, that was certain. Plus she had never cared what people thought of her. She hadn't been a Hufflepuff. She'd been outspoken, happy, laughable, and friendly. But now ... every time someone tried to tell her that was what the Old Luce had been like, Lucy had interjected with that precise fact. That was Old Lucy. New Lucy was more thoughtful, more quiet, more mature - and, somehow, more depressed when with certain people. But with others... With others, she smiled a lot and laughed, as if nothing was wrong and it gave the illusion she was actually capable of smiling and laughing. As if it didn't drain her energy and make her exhausted. Of course it did, but the aftermath on those of who she loved's faces was priceless. She loved it. She loved them. But she felt wrong to deceive them. Every night she used to lie in her bed, almost crying herself, softly to sleep. Because she felt that bad. Stupid. To be someone like that. She didn't feel like herself. Not that she had a past to reference herself to.

one two three four

The number of people she could remember.

Rosie, Hugo, Roula and … Vince. Vince. Thinking about him that cold, February night put a slight smile on her face. Her boyfriend. He was there for her … but … she didn't deserve him. In her eyes, love was not something she deserved, and especially from someone as considerate as Vince. Of course he seen it the opposite way: he didn't deserve her. This wasn't true, and Lucy tried to hard to persuade him of this.

one two three four
The number of steps she took towards the door.

Room of Requirement …
Useless … You are useless …
You can't remember anything, not even for your own family, your loved ones.
You're very slowly going insane.
So very slowly.
He. Doesn't. Want. To. Love. You.
YOU. ARE. USELESS.

“I'M USELESS! she screamed upon entering the Room of Requirement, “WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?! WHY CAN'T I FUCKING REMEMBER!?”

boom. Trash. Crash! Boom. Crash, crash!

The noise as she trashed the room around her. Not caring what got broken, just fists, flying, smashing, crashing, chanting “USELESS! REMEMBER, REMEMBER, REMBER! USLESS, USLESS, GET. OUT. OF. MY. FUCKING. HEAD!”

crash - “ouch!” - crash - “Ouch!”

The sound as she banged her head repeteadly against the wall, before sitting, legs crossed, staring at the door, tears streaming down her face, blood coming from her head.

Thud … Thud … Thud … Thud.

TAG HUGO
NOTES I WANT TO HAVE SOMEONE SEE LUCY SPAZ OUT SO YEAH !

[valval]

So many things were going on inside the young Gryffindors head. So many things he wanted to ask but couldn't. Why couldn't he ask you wonder. Well he had asked his cousin James some of what was rolling around in his head and James had thought he was mental. So what if he wondered if his parents might be wrong about how they saw things. Lily could be right couldn't she. Why did adults have to tell their children what to think or how to act.

Why was young Hugo thinking these things you ask. Well he wasn't always this way. Oh no. He use to be one to follow the rules and listen to adults. He didn't so much as his sister did but still. He was pretty good at obeying the adults. Hugo was in his sixth year and he was a Prefect just like his parents had been and like his sister had been. His sister had gotten to be Head Girl. He had really hoped no one expected him to be one. Okay so here was young Hugo in his sixth year now. Him and his father never really got along since Hugo hated quidditch. Still not telling him about his whole werewolf problem everyone told him he should.

Hugo wasn't going to. Why should he anyway? His father hated him enough. Anyway that clown that had kidnapped Hugo had did things to the poor boy. Tortured him beyond what Hugo thought he could handle. He had slowly been going crazy in that place till one day he finally escaped. Sadly though he was kidnapped again after the lockdown was over. He had awoken in that crazy mans name Sethos place again. Hugo had bitten him though. He wasn't going to be tortured again without a fight. So he had fought the man throughout the whole ordeal.

So here he was now. Tired, hurting, and feeling a little dark. Did this make him insane, the darkness. Closing his eyes he stopped in his walk for a bit. Thinking he found the darkness inside him that kept calling to him. So far Hugo had refused it but he was getting weaker. He was starting to think if he should answer to this darkness that seeped through his body.

Opening his eyes he looked around. He was on the seventh floor near the Gryffindor Tower. Well he did have something to write for the paper so he started towards the common room. That was when he heard it. Normal human ears wouldn't have been able to but Hugo wasn't an ordinary human. He was werewolf and his senses had been heightened. He listened and ran to the room where he heard it. Room of Requirement.

Thinking hard about this he entered the room. There he saw his younger cousin Lucy Weasley sitting on the floor head bleeding. Ah hell Luc he said loudly. He ran over to her taking his shirt off and tearing a long piece off of it. Damn he really liked that shirt to. Sighing he put it to the young red heads head. She had inherited the famous Weasley red hair. Hugo had not thankfully. He had somehow ended up with black hair. His mother was blond and his dad was red head and he ended up with black. Oh the hell do you explain that. What happened in here Luc he asked her softly.

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