𝐢. 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 ; harry j. potter ( UNEDITED )

102. "now, without you, what on earth am I to do?"

Sometimes, she merely bluffs a fall just to see if she could feel something — feel at least the adrenaline pumping through her veins when either of the Weasleys would set forth and 'catch' her. But in the end, she couldn't feel anything.

Like she was left numb for the rest of her life.

"Lucia, dear, what do you suggest having for lunch? I want to fix up something you would like," said Mrs. Weasley, approaching Lucia gingerly, as if scared that any wrong move could lead up to the imaginary rope of rationality within Lucia to snap.

Lucia spared a brief glance before she looked back ahead; it was only them in the house. Her, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny, while the Mr. Weasley had to continue with work and so did the other Weasleys...

"You don't have to," she spoke, barely coherent. "It's okay, I don't want anything," she croaks.

"But you must," Mrs. Weasley said to her, sounding almost as if she was pleading. "It's been days now; you can't go on like this for forever. A jug of water a day is not healthy. How you are right now must not be healthy,"

Lucia didn't say anything, still looking out of the window.

Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Will you ever leave this room?"

She shook her head.

"They're fine," but to her, it sounded more as though Mrs. Weasley was trying to convince herself that. Lucia didn't blame her; it was the only thing they could do now: Being hopeful. "Arthur sent them a Patronus already, and it seem — we hope — that they've received it,"

"Really?" she asked quietly.

"I cannot assure you, but all we can do is hope that they will be all right," said Mrs. Weasley, and Lucia looked away. "You must trust them,"

Weren't you not trusting them a few days ago? "I do trust them. Who said I didn't?" she said, unbeknownst of her own quivering that made Mrs. Weasley's gaze softened at her. "I trust them with my life — I know they'll be all right, because they've been through a lot of things together and still made it through — I trust them, you know? I trust "

She held back the hot tears by the brim of her eyes that were glazing her vision, but she thought nothing of it.

"I trust them," said Lucia, apathetic.

"Oh, dear..." said Mrs. Weasley concerningly before a knock could be heard from the doorway.

Lucia flinched, however she sat put, head not turning no matter how curious she was. She resisted.

"Molly,"

Mrs. Weasley looked surprised as she whirled around at the call of her name. It was her husband. "Arthur, what on earth are you doing here? What about work?"

"It's lunch break," Mr. Weasley said simple, as he approached the two. "Ginny told me that you were in here..."

"If you're coming to question me again, Mr. Weasley. I advise you to back down and not waste your time because I can't help you at all," Lucia stated blankly.

Mr. Weasley heaved out a breath, sitting down beside his wife as they both gazed at the ebony-haired girl that had so stubbornly locked herself in their youngest son's room for days without food, water acting as the only thing that could feed her.

"You're mistaken," started Mr. Weasley, taking a calmer approach with the fragile Lucia before him. "I'm not going to inquire you about Harry, Ron, and Hermione's wereabouts, or where they're planning to go, or whatever Dumbledore's mission was,"

Lucia flinched suddenly at the mention of the mission, in which Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had caught the action swiftly. However, they did not speak up about it.