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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,598
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Weeks
Title: Weeks
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None.
Summary: #6 – Weeks. In weeks, the world can change.
Word Count: 603 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Post DH, Luna’s info taken from JKR interviews.
Prompt 6 – Weeks
Luna gazed at the twin faces staring up at her…blue eyes wide with wonder. Luna had read somewhere that babies often had blue eyes for a while after they are born, but she knew that the cerulean shade in Lorcan and Lysander’s eyes would not change.
They were small boys, and her arms were not heavy with their swaddled bodies. It was strange to Luna that her sons were so small even after a few weeks of breathing air. They were very aware and attentive to everything, to every sound, to every light. Even Rolf had commented on how oddly aware the boys were…
Luna began rocking in her chair in the nursery, having fed both boys, changed them, and wrapped them in soft blankets Molly Weasley had knitted for the twins. Three weeks ago, Luna had been thick with the boys, her back aching, her feet swollen. Three weeks ago, Luna had been scared as well. Would she be a good mother? Would she be able to care for the boys while Rolf was in the field?
Luna Scamander was rarely afraid.
The months during her pregnancy she had been afraid, but not until a week before Lorcan and Lysander were born was she truly mortified.
Her mother had died a terrible death before her very eyes…would she also experience such a fate?
Lysander yawned and Luna smiled.
The week before the birth of her sons, Luna began preparing for eventualities, unbeknownst to Rolf. She wrote a detailed set of instructions for the Potters, the godparents of her boys, in case she and Rolf were somehow unable to raise their sons. She left her desire that the boys should be sent to Hogwarts when they were old enough, she desired that both boys be taught defence if the school’s curriculum were lacking. Lorcan and Lysander had no grandparents, Rolf’s parents having disappeared off the coast of Greenland many years ago in search of an arctic breed of merpeople, and Xenophilius having died after the War.
It had taken her several days to detail the instructions, contact Gringotts to add the boy’s names to the family accounts, etc. And within a week of her preparations, she went into labour.
Luna had never been so frightened. The pain was negligible compared to her fear. What if the boys were to become ill? What if Rolf was lost in the wilderness, leaving her alone? What if she died in childbirth?
Weeks passed, and Luna still felt fear, a fear that narrowed her world and her thoughts to the welfare of her sons. Lorcan was sleeping, but Lysander still stared up at her hair and the wand tucked behind her left ear.
She cooed to them a song she remembered her mother singing, and soon both boys were asleep. Luna did not stop rocking, however, the runner of the chair making a soft clicking noise over the wooden floor of the nursery.
Luna wanted to tell her sons about the world, instill bravery, instill confidence…all of which Luna felt she lacked.
Perhaps when the boys were bigger, perhaps when Rolf finished his research and was home in two weeks, Luna would feel more at ease with her new role. A matter of weeks changed everything, validating her reality, and making her realize that her world had a new colour, a new light.
Laying the boys in their cribs, she stared down at them, their tiny faces, tiny hands and fingers. In weeks, they would be bigger, in years they would have their own thoughts and ideas. Luna smiled as her eyes unfocused slightly, blurring their little forms. She fought back her fear, for it had lessened in the weeks since her sons had been in her arms.
The world was more real with children to love.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None.
Summary: #6 – Weeks. In weeks, the world can change.
Word Count: 603 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Post DH, Luna’s info taken from JKR interviews.
Prompt 6 – Weeks
Luna gazed at the twin faces staring up at her…blue eyes wide with wonder. Luna had read somewhere that babies often had blue eyes for a while after they are born, but she knew that the cerulean shade in Lorcan and Lysander’s eyes would not change.
They were small boys, and her arms were not heavy with their swaddled bodies. It was strange to Luna that her sons were so small even after a few weeks of breathing air. They were very aware and attentive to everything, to every sound, to every light. Even Rolf had commented on how oddly aware the boys were…
Luna began rocking in her chair in the nursery, having fed both boys, changed them, and wrapped them in soft blankets Molly Weasley had knitted for the twins. Three weeks ago, Luna had been thick with the boys, her back aching, her feet swollen. Three weeks ago, Luna had been scared as well. Would she be a good mother? Would she be able to care for the boys while Rolf was in the field?
Luna Scamander was rarely afraid.
The months during her pregnancy she had been afraid, but not until a week before Lorcan and Lysander were born was she truly mortified.
Her mother had died a terrible death before her very eyes…would she also experience such a fate?
Lysander yawned and Luna smiled.
The week before the birth of her sons, Luna began preparing for eventualities, unbeknownst to Rolf. She wrote a detailed set of instructions for the Potters, the godparents of her boys, in case she and Rolf were somehow unable to raise their sons. She left her desire that the boys should be sent to Hogwarts when they were old enough, she desired that both boys be taught defence if the school’s curriculum were lacking. Lorcan and Lysander had no grandparents, Rolf’s parents having disappeared off the coast of Greenland many years ago in search of an arctic breed of merpeople, and Xenophilius having died after the War.
It had taken her several days to detail the instructions, contact Gringotts to add the boy’s names to the family accounts, etc. And within a week of her preparations, she went into labour.
Luna had never been so frightened. The pain was negligible compared to her fear. What if the boys were to become ill? What if Rolf was lost in the wilderness, leaving her alone? What if she died in childbirth?
Weeks passed, and Luna still felt fear, a fear that narrowed her world and her thoughts to the welfare of her sons. Lorcan was sleeping, but Lysander still stared up at her hair and the wand tucked behind her left ear.
She cooed to them a song she remembered her mother singing, and soon both boys were asleep. Luna did not stop rocking, however, the runner of the chair making a soft clicking noise over the wooden floor of the nursery.
Luna wanted to tell her sons about the world, instill bravery, instill confidence…all of which Luna felt she lacked.
Perhaps when the boys were bigger, perhaps when Rolf finished his research and was home in two weeks, Luna would feel more at ease with her new role. A matter of weeks changed everything, validating her reality, and making her realize that her world had a new colour, a new light.
Laying the boys in their cribs, she stared down at them, their tiny faces, tiny hands and fingers. In weeks, they would be bigger, in years they would have their own thoughts and ideas. Luna smiled as her eyes unfocused slightly, blurring their little forms. She fought back her fear, for it had lessened in the weeks since her sons had been in her arms.
The world was more real with children to love.