AN: This came about because of the Evanesco RPG group I'm in, where I play
Alice Tratten, sixth year Ravenclaw. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. All I own is the idea. Also, title is pulled from the song "Bring on the Men" from the musical Jekyll and Hyde.
We May Not Pass This Way Again.
They didn't see it. The world was made up of so many pretty things, and no one saw it. From her perspective, things had been that way a while, but she couldn't be sure. She knew Frank was there, she could easily make him out, but everyone else just seemed to come and go.
Not, mind, that she could really see them. Rather, she saw their colors. Frank was a good, solid scarlet with hints of gold. He was her constant, the only one in her life. Even when...her mind balked from the memories, and her eyes blinked. She knew things, really knew them, but somehow, the words just didn't work.
Alice smiled when she saw the new figures enter the room. One was a darker, older red than Frank, his mother. The other figure, the smaller one, was a mixture of red and blue, both colors bright and young. Neville! her mind said, and Alice felt a bubble of motherly pride. Her son, hers and Frank's, come to visit them.
I need to tell him how proud I am. She picked up a gum wrapper. For some reason, she couldn't write things down or talk like she wanted to. It frustrated her, but nothing ever really showed through to let others know.
Alice held out her hand expectantly, fist closed and palm down. Neville held out his hand in return, and Alice dropped the wrapper into it. It wasn't much, not nearly enough, but for now, it was all she had. She forced a smile through to her son. He was such a good boy, if only she weren't like this. Maybe...maybe then she'd be able to help her friends. Friends...her mind wandered and she stood, staring blankly ahead.
So many things to tell them...so many things she'd meant to say, letters she'd meant to write, even if she didn't mean to send them. But she was stuck, in a mind that didn't connect well with her body, and signals between the two became mixed and confused. The worst part was that there was nothing she could do. Absolutely nothing.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. All I own is the idea. Also, title is pulled from the song "Bring on the Men" from the musical Jekyll and Hyde.
We May Not Pass This Way Again.
They didn't see it. The world was made up of so many pretty things, and no one saw it. From her perspective, things had been that way a while, but she couldn't be sure. She knew Frank was there, she could easily make him out, but everyone else just seemed to come and go.
Not, mind, that she could really see them. Rather, she saw their colors. Frank was a good, solid scarlet with hints of gold. He was her constant, the only one in her life. Even when...her mind balked from the memories, and her eyes blinked. She knew things, really knew them, but somehow, the words just didn't work.
Alice smiled when she saw the new figures enter the room. One was a darker, older red than Frank, his mother. The other figure, the smaller one, was a mixture of red and blue, both colors bright and young. Neville! her mind said, and Alice felt a bubble of motherly pride. Her son, hers and Frank's, come to visit them.
I need to tell him how proud I am. She picked up a gum wrapper. For some reason, she couldn't write things down or talk like she wanted to. It frustrated her, but nothing ever really showed through to let others know.
Alice held out her hand expectantly, fist closed and palm down. Neville held out his hand in return, and Alice dropped the wrapper into it. It wasn't much, not nearly enough, but for now, it was all she had. She forced a smile through to her son. He was such a good boy, if only she weren't like this. Maybe...maybe then she'd be able to help her friends. Friends...her mind wandered and she stood, staring blankly ahead.
So many things to tell them...so many things she'd meant to say, letters she'd meant to write, even if she didn't mean to send them. But she was stuck, in a mind that didn't connect well with her body, and signals between the two became mixed and confused. The worst part was that there was nothing she could do. Absolutely nothing.