𝐢. 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 ; harry j. potter ( UNEDITED )

061. "but what do you do when there's this great divide?"

She guessed she was a sucker for pain like that.

Lucia yawned, leaning her head against the headrest as she rested her feet on top of the coffee table. It was such a peaceful evening. So peaceful that she almost succumbed into the sweet land of slumber unwillingly, as if nothing could disrupt such salvaging night — or so she thought.

A rush of footsteps filled her ears, entering the common room. She felt the tranquil air vanishing as she peeked an eye open to see Harry, looking the most disheveled he had ever been. Furrowing her eyes, she made her presence known to him.

"Harry, Is everything all right?" said Lucia gingerly, raising herself from the loveseat.

But he did not answer. Instead, he rushed forward, arms around her as though seeking comfort as her embroidering tools fell swiftly on the floor. She was stunned for a moment, freezing in place, but her arms had a mind of their own as they naturally wrapped around him, reciprocating the embrace.

"Is everything all right? What did Snape do?" she asked urgently.

He shook his head, face hiding in the crook of her neck.

"Wait," Lucia took a double take, surprised, "Snape didn't do anything...?"

Harry shook his head once more, giving her a vague answer in return. Lucia gazed worriedly at him over his shoulder, nonetheless she carefully led them back to the loveseat, still having him in her arms. Whatever had happened during his Occlumency lesson, it didn't go as well as it did before. And that was already saying something.

She watched idly as he stared blankly at her embroidery in his hand. She really couldn't understand what happened during the lesson — well, a lot could happen when you put two person that has mutual loathing toward one another in one room. But to know that Harry was upset because of something else instead and not entirely because of Snape for once was shocking.

"My dad bullied Snape," he finally spoke.

Lucia's eyes widened at him. "What?"

"He bullied Snape," Harry repeated coolly. "My dad, James Potter, bullied Snape."

Was she speechless? Yes, a bit. She truly didn't know how to answer to that, to assure him, because to think Harry's father was a bully...

Lucia couldn't imagine the disappointment Harry was feeling as of this moment.

But what she didn't get was if Snape's whole time of hating Harry and tormenting Harry in way of using his authority over him was an act to punish his father for bullying him?

She would like to believe that wasn't the case, for even if she did despised Snape, she also didn't want to think that he would stoop that low. It just didn't seem fair since Harry, from what she got from Sirius, except for his looks, he inherited his mother fully. And it also didn't help that Harry's also an entirely different person that his father...

Harry recapped what happened, and Lucia could merely think of was how sucky everyone was. James Potter was sucky. Sirius Black was sucky. Snape was sucky. That rat Peter Pettigrew was sucky for laughing — basically everyone was sucky from what she was hearing. Shockingly, Remus Lupin sucks a bit too for not doing anything. Everyone but Lily Potter (nee Evans) was sucky.

Well, she hopes so anyway.

But as of now, even when she was feeling a tiny bit of pity, she detected and overwhelming loathing for Snape to risen from within Harry in his tone of words when he reached the part of the story in which Snape had called his best friend, who was also Harry's mother, a derogatory word.