Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;

There we’ve hid our faery vats,

Full of berrys

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,

The solemn-eyed:

He’ll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest.

For he comes, the human child,

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

Lily was glad that James had agreed and she practically dragged him out of the Common Room, headed towards the Great Hall. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t see the boy until he stepped out in front of them. “Lily.”

She froze. Why, oh why did he have to be here now? Her tone reflected her distaste and the coolness she now felt towards he who had been her best friend. “What do you want Snape?” She could see the Slytherin flinch back at her cold tone but really, what did he expect? “I… er… I… that is…” The boy stammered. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” 

Lily shook her head irritably and a lock of hair fell in her eyes. Snape reached towards her to brush it back and she jerked away from the reaching hand with a hissed, “Don’t touch me!” Either Snape didn’t hear her or ignored it and moved closer. Lily stepped back, trying to get out of his reach. “Stop it!” Her ex-best-friend’s eyes had gone cold and dead and Lily felt the first stirrings of unease. She stepped back again as the Slytherin drew his wand. “Stop it!” She repeated but this time her voice was higher, scared. Her grip on James’ arm, tighter ever since Snape had said her name must be hurting him by now.

Snape met her gaze and Lily shuddered at the lifelessness of those black orbs. “I’m sorry Lily, but it’s for your own good.” Her own wand was in her hand, she didn’t remember drawing it but there it was. She braced herself to fend of whatever attack he would launch at her. But Snape didn’t curse her. Instead, his wand shifted until it was levelled at James Potter’s chest. “Crucio.”

“No!” The scream shattered the almost dream-like quality the confrontation had taken on. She almost didn’t realise that it was she who had screamed. Lily threw herself in the path of the curse, the only thought in her mind before overwhelming pain became her entire being was that if James got hurt, she would possibly die. And then… there was nothing but pain. Pain was everywhere; it was like she was being burned alive.

The girl dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut. A dreadful keening sound was drawn out of her as she writhed in agony on the cold flagstones of the deserted corridor. It hurt… it hurt so badly… She managed to force her eyes open. Her last sight before blessed unconsciousness claimed her was of James. He was safe. With an almost sob of relief Lily surrendered to the darkness that had been hovering. It covered her in a protective shroud and she knew no more.

James had dismissed the team early. It had been a fairly good practice, not their best, but passable. However, he had a headache that refused to go away and had felt his patience wearing thin. In order to not snap at them, he’d let them go, chattering and laughing with a “Good practice guys, same time tomorrow” and gone and stood under the hot shower spray for fifteen minutes. Feeling a little better for being clean, he’d changed into fresh clothes and headed up to the castle to rescue his girlfriend from whichever first year she happened to be tutoring today.

Stealing quietly into the library, he quickly found her. Her hair was a almost impossible to miss. He could see the tiny first year across from her shifting nervously in his seat and could imagine the look on Lily’s face that was causing the kid’s anxiety. If it was the same look he was levelled with when he’d done something dumb then he could freely admit, to himself, in his head, that it made him fairly edgy too. With a finger pressed to his lips to stop to kid from giving his game away, James silently threaded his way towards them and, quick as a striking snake, wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s shoulders, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Tonks was dreaming. She had to be. She was seeing that day over and over and over… Remus had left her, said he didn’t love her… No! No! That was wrong! He wouldn’t… He couldn’t… With a sob she awoke, alone, as always now in her narrow bed in The Hog’s Head in Hogsmeade. She had to get out. It was suffocating… She couldn’t breathe!

Throwing off the blankets she dashed downstairs as quietly as she could. Shoving her feet into boots she’d left by the door with frantic haste, she flew outside. She ran down the path, finally stopping when she tripped over a rock and landed, hard, sprawled on the beaten dirt. Tears on her cheeks caught the moonlight and glistened. A sharp pain caught her heart and a hoarse wail was torn from her throat. The young woman curled up in a ball and rocked back and forth, whimpering in her grief.

“Coming Mum.” A hollow voice answered Andromeda Tonks’ call. The young woman appeared at the top of the stairs. Her cheeks and eyes were sunken and she was so pale she almost seemed to glow in the dimness of the stairwell. Carefully, she navigated her way down the stairs, without stumbling once. It was either a testament to her level of depression of maybe she was being extra careful because of the child she carried beneath her heart.

Coming into the light, Tonks’ appearance did not improve. In fact, if anything, she appeared even more ill and tired in the bright light coming from the kitchen. Deep shadows like bruises were smudges under her eyes and her hair, normally all colours of the rainbow and then some, was lank and mousey-brown.

The girl was thin, the only fat on her was the swell of her adomen, which stuck out awkwardly, appearing ungainly, from under the loose cotton shirt she’d thrown on. The name of some band she didn’t expect her mother to know about was splashed across the shirt in a riot of colours, but even they appeared faded and dull now.

“Is it time for tea?” Even Nymphadora’s voice sounded tired and strained. “I know you wanted me to sleep but I couldn’t get comfortable.” She offered her mother a sickly smile. “The little one stuck his elbow in my ribs and couldn’t be persuaded to move it.” She’d unconsciously started referring to the baby as “he” about a week ago.

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