she will be loved { au drabble }
She hadn’t gone there in a week, but before that she had gone every day for a week. When she came, she would come right before dark, apparently people thought going to a graveyard at night was creepy. She was lucky he was even in the graveyard under the headstone. If she had known the attack that took him was going to kill him was going to happen she would have told them how stupid it was to attack Hogwarts on the night of a full moon. They had killed the first wolf they saw, that just happened to be Xavier, clawing at the tree she had been in. It was not quick nor was it painless, and all she could do was cry and beg them to stop, but no one heard her, they were too busy fighting off Fenrir and his two other children before they finally retreated. Morning light came and Daphne dragged her father down to his body that she had covered in her only winter coat. She begged him to help her but all he could do was make sure he got buried. He hadn’t even had a funeral. It wasn’t fair. Sitting down next to it she stared down at the ground in front of her, the ground his body was under. She had to fight every urge she had to dig until she found the box he was in and crawl in with him. "I didn’t bring flowers…you never really liked them as much as I did and I figured I’d brought enough last week.“ She spoke as she eyed the dying flowers that lay on his grave, though one still lived, it was the last one she had brought, the flower he had given her on valentine’s day. It was then that she let out a sob and her whole body shook. It took her a few minutes to compose herself again but when she did she pulled a jar out of her bag she had with her and struggled with it before opening it and slowly dumping the sand from the jar onto the grave. "I went to Tahiti…that’s where I was this week…I wrote our names in the sand…but it wasn’t the same without you…” That was when she started crying again, writing their names in the sand that was now laying over his grave. She was there for most of the night before she dragged herself back to her parents house in the wee hours of the morning, only to get up and go back the next night. Daphne continued for months like this, spending days eating when she had to and sleeping due to exhaustion while her parents didn’t know what to do to make their baby girl better, but there was only one reason she was even alive at all at that moment. Every night she was there, after being gone for a week she couldn’t bring herself to not see his grave every single night. One night she didn’t go though, she didn’t come back the second either, and the man who ran the place began to think that the woman simply was an angel who had been a figment of his imagination, she had looked like one, an angel who had lost her light, but she had a different kind of light, almost, a glow. Daphne was there the third night, but the man watching her from afar thought she looked different, was carrying herself different, and then he heard the cry. It wasn’t the normal sob that came from the tall girl, no, this was….a baby. Daphne sat, cross legged on his grave, staring at the headstone, bouncing the newborn in her arms, trying to quiet the child. "Shh, shhh baby girl shh…“ She was eighteen years old now, going on nineteen, she hadn’t bothered to take her N.E.W.T.s because she was sure she would die herself any day because she no longer had the will to live. Her parents had dragged her to Tahiti because they knew she had wanted to go with him, they thought maybe her going would help her move out, break her out of this depression, but it hadn’t. No one could get her to even eat until they came back from that trip. She had felt sick after apparating everywhere, they took her to St. Mungo’s, they had been looking for any excuse to take her, that was when she found out, she was three months pregnant. She only did anything for the baby, she ate enough for it to be healthy, same with sleep, no one outside of her family even knew until the baby came. She barely gained any weight, and the weight she did gain just replaced the weight she was losing. Now she carried the tiny little girl around everywhere and everyone stared, they knew, they all knew, and they all wondered. "Shhh, this is your daddy. He can’t hold you but…he still loves you. I know he does, and he…” The young woman couldn’t fight back the tears and her body shook from sobs for the millionth time in the last six months. The baby found the movement soothing though it seemed, as she finally began to settle down. "Xav…this is our baby girl, her name’s Selene.“ Daphne didn’t bother to even try to wipe the tears from her face, her hands were busy holding the now sleeping baby. "She’s got your eyes you know. I see you in them…it’s so hard…but…she needs me…I won’t be joining you for a while…but the minute she doesn’t need me…I’m going to be right next to you. And one day, a long time from now, you can meet her. Once she’s lived a long life, and has had a love like ours…that hopefully won’t end as quickly as ours.” Daphne sat there in silence for a long while, the baby asleep in her arms as she stared at the gravestone with his name neatly carved into it. "I…I don’t think I can come every night anymore…she needs me to be home….but…I’ll be thinking of you…and we’ll come by all the time still…I promise.“ She sat there for the as long as she could manage before the baby woke up crying again and she had to take her leave. She grew up there, in that graveyard, they went every week at least once, and sometimes the woman would come by herself. One cold night she did just that, the girl had gone to school now and was gone much of the year, but Daphne still came. Sitting down she stroked the stone as she always did. "She’s safe you know….she’s not….” She let out a soft sigh. "She doesn’t have the problem you did. You didn’t pass it on.“ She laid down on the grave for hours and after a long silence she softly breathed out. "And she still has your eyes.”
