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Skinned Knee
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Pairing: Fleur Delacour Weasley/Lily Luna Potter (Fleur-de-lis!!) Rating: G CW: Pseudo-incest, age gap WC: 50
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It happened on Grandpa’s birthday when I was nine. I’d stolen my cousin Hugo’s broomstick. Shaky on the dismount, my knee scraped against a rock. She was the first to see, haloed by the setting sun as she ran to scoop me in her arms. I instantly fell in love.
Skinned Knees and Booboo Kisses
“Mama, Mama look!”
Lucy obeys the command, waving back at Leah, who’s standing at the top of the slide.
“I’m looking, honey,” she calls back, setting her book across her knee to watch Leah sits down very carefully at the top of the slide and scoot forward slowly until gravity takes over. When she gets to the bottom, she puts her feet up. Her tiny, pink light-up sneakers drag to a stop before she can fall off the bottom (a trick Tim had spent close to an hour teaching her after she’d landed on her butt one time, and acted like the world was ending).
She claps her hands together, laughing as she sits forward enough that she can stand up.
“Mama, did you see?”
“I saw!” Lucy confirms as Leah runs over to her. “You did so good!”
“I didn’t fall or nothing!”
“I know. What are you going to play next?”
“The sandbox!” Leah points, running off before Lucy has a chance to respond. As cautious as she is to avoid the dirt at the bottom of the slide, Leah drops right down into the sand, chattering on with the few other kids playing there like they've known each other forever.
Lucy watches until she’s settled in, then turns back to her book, idly wondering how many of Leah’s new playground friends she’s going to try and invite to her birthday party in eight months.
She flips the pages, looking up every so often to make sure everyone is still content. Not just Leah, either; her instincts have her looking out for every child on the playground. On more than one occasion, she’s asked a toddler not to eat dirt, or a grade schooler not to push littler kids out of their way.
There’s none of that today, though; everyone is playing happily, and Lucy manages to read three and a half chapters before she puts the book down again. This time, it’s only because she needs to rummage through the tote bag sitting between her feet until she can find her bottle of water.
It’s then, in the split second when her head is tucked down and she’s fishing around the applesauce pouches and sunblock for her drink, that Lucy freezes. Her shoulders go rigid and the hair on the back of her neck stands up. It’s just like her first day as a rookie, when bullets started flying around her, the split second of panic like ice in her veins before instinct kicks her into gear.
There’s a scream, loud and pained and terribly, awfully familiar, and Lucy’s head jerks up. The water bottle falls out of her hand, bouncing off of the wood chips and rolling … somewhere she’s not paying any attention to.
Because Leah is crumpled on the sidewalk, dropped onto her hands and knees. She’s got all of Lucy’s focus as she jumps to her feet and hurries over. By the time she gets there, Leah is sitting up on her knees, staring at her hands. Her face is red, tears rolling down her cheeks as she chokes on her own sobs.
Read the rest on ao3 here!
Me, looking at my photos of my grazed knee stage makeup: God, I wish I was into (and good at) edgy photography when I fell off my bike and completely skinned my knee when I was like 6.
Me:
Me: no no that's a dumb idea
Me:
Me: but I-
Brain: WE ARE NOT THROWING OURSELVES DOWN A SLOPED GRAVEL PATH FOR SOME EDGY PHOTOGRAPHY YOU DUMBASS
used to be one of the rotten ones and you liked me for that
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