Fixing a hole where the rain gets in [Roula]

[harrypotter]

Harry stood in the back bedroom, the one that use to belong to his daughter Lily. It had been a week since her passing, not by her choices, but by his own hand, and as he stood there now, he was recalling the night over and over again. Harry had just got home when he found her and Dom fighting in the back, Lily was going to try and actually kill her cousin. He got there just in time to push Dom out of the way, but then Lily turned on him, and then in a flash Harry had killed her. Why? Harry wasn't even sure of that. She wasn't his daughter, and she made very sure he knew that.

"I'd rather be dead than your daughter!"

That line was implanted in his memory forever.

Harry cleared his head and looked at the gaping hole in the wall where he was pretty sure he had pushed Lily through instead of killing her, though no body could be found. He took out the famous Holly wand, that not only attempted to kill Voldemort, but killed his own flesh and blood. Swishing it around in the air, he started to rebuild the wall piece by piece, as if this was his closure to his daughters death. He thought of his other children for a brief moment. They were home for the week, though Albus was really the only one he had seen. James had come home, but was never around the house, and Roula had been hanging out with her mum. He wondered if Ginny had told her everything.

[auby]

Roula had been in her bedroom all day that day doing nothing but reading from her schoolbooks. She couldn't miss out on anything and she certainly was going to make sure of that. She flicked through the pages, her greenish blue eyes trailing over the words on each page. "Wormwood... Hmm.." her words trailed off. She flicked through the page. "Veritserum..? Hmm.. interesting." again, the young girl trailed off in her thoughts. She was one of the cleverest in her year. She was quite proud of it but she didn't show it off. She didn't like to.

When she heard footsteps around, she quickly closed her Potions book shut. She glanced outside her door. "Hello?" she softly whispered. She pushed herself off of the chair and left her bedroom. She glanced around, as if she were exploring her own home. She walked past Lilian's room, but then paused, staring at her father, fixing the pieces. She stared at him for a few lingering moments. She walked inside. "H-Hey dad," she spoke softly, remembering all that her mother had told her. She pulled herself in closer. The atmosphere grew tense. She hated being in Lily's room. She stared at the leftover broken pieces.

[harrypotter]

Harry's green eyes flickered over the pieces of the wall, making the fall back into place one by one. In ways he felt like this was his true good-bye to the daughter that would always curl up in his lap and ask for him to tell her a story. It was funny how short life could be, and how much Harry had taken his own for granted. He thought he lived a good life, besides the past, but now it was all falling apart before his eyes, just like the wall had done several nights ago. Now all there was left to do was pick up the pieces.

"H-Hey dad," Roula said from behind him. "Hey." He said, still putting the wall back together, his mind too preoccupied to catch the voice in his memory, but soon enough it did and he stopped and turned around quickly. "Oh, hey sweetie." He said, trying to give the best smile that was humanly possible at this point. He could feel the tension in the air. Did she know everything? Or had Ginny not found the words to express exactly what had happened to their youngest daughter.

"Do you...um...well...know what..." Harry couldn't being his voice around to vocalize the last word. He just wanted to get the wall fixed and then forget about the room, never wanting to set foot back inside it again.

[auby]

She stared at her father, still picking up the broken pieces with his wand and placing them back in the wall. He then turned to her. It was as if his tone had changed. He was slightly more cheerful this time. It was like he had broken out from a trans or something. She softly smiled when he called her 'sweetie'. She watched him as he tried building up the correct words. "Yeah, dad," she spoke softly, her small smile began to disappear. "I know all about it." she sighed. She felt something building up. A lump formed in her throat and she felt the tiny sting in her eyes.

She let it go by exhaling. She walked out of the room, wiping away the desperate tears that hung onto the sides of her eyes. Her hands slightly trembled as she did so. Her hands fell to her sides. She stood there, in the middle of the dimly lit corridor. She glanced behind her shoulder, turning her whole body around to face him. It wasn't the fact that Lily was dead. It was the fact that he had killed her. But, oh well, her mother did point out that Harry was crushed after the event and, therefore, Roula felt pity for him. She forgave him. Not only because he was destroyed after the devastating event, but also because he was her father.

She sighed, walking over to her dad. She quickly wrapped her tiny little arms around his waist, resting her head on his stomach. The girl was tiny compared to him. This felt so comfortable. She did not want to let go. "...At least she's in a much better place now, right?" she asked, softly. "And please don't go blaming yourself dad, it was caused by fate, not you. Lily was going through a lot and I guess... death did benefit her."

[harrypotter]

"Yeah, dad, I know all about it."

Roula was smiling a bit at first from what Harry could see, but now it had faded. His heart fell a bit. Mostly due to the fact that he didn't have to restate it all to her, but it also for Lilly. She didn't seem to shaken by the fact, but Roula was always an optimist, looking up to the brighter side of life rather than the real world aspect of everything, which for once was really good. More deaths were sure to follow Lily's, not by Harry's hands like hers, but more due to the Death Eaters, and seeing how she was made Harry believe she could possibly handle it all.

She turned away from him and walked out of the room. He took these few seconds to turn back around and finish putting up the pieces of the wall. He found it quite easier with his daughter outside the door, his mind not able to wander very far any more. He hoped she knew that he never meant for any of it to happen. Lily just threw it all down his throat way too fast. It didn't help either with what she said about Harry at the end. With footsteps behind him, he shook his head, the wall complete, and turned back around to face his small daughter.

Harry felt her tiny arms extend and wrap around his waist, her head pressed gently to his stomach and he couldn't help but smile. He place a hand to her back, rubbing gently as she spoke to him. "...At least she's in a much better place now, right?" He gave a little nod to this. At least now she wouldn't have to be plagued with her decisions any longer. "And please don't go blaming yourself dad, it was caused by fate, not you. Lily was going through a lot and I guess... death did benefit her."

He gave a sharp sigh to this. "I know I shouldn't, sweetie." He spoke softly to her, "But I feel as a father I've failed not only her, but you, James, and Al/." He rubbed her back a little bit more, a sharp pain rising in his chest.