Conclamo

By argante

rating: G

disclaimer: Not mine. La la la la la la.

x-over: AtS/HP

a/n: Drabble written for JennMarie ((finally! Sorry it took so long, sweetie)) because she was the first person to tell me that girl!Blaise/Neville were indeed one of the alluded-to pairings in One-Trick Pony. I hope you enjoy it, hon!!

Conclamo

latin: to bewail as lost.

I was ten when my mother died.

The only memory I have of the funeral is being pulled out from the table I’d sought refuge beneath, against pounds of black robes and a hard body, and forced to look up into the dead, dark eyes of my father. That day was the last day he spoke of her in my presence. That was the last day he ever laid a finger on me, in any way, shape or form.

I have countless more memories of my mother. I can remember long, dark curls and how I loved to wrap my fingers in them and tug, waiting for her to turn and scoop me into her arms, tickling mercilessly and blowing wet kisses on my cheeks, like she’d always do. I can remember the way she’d curl up on the sofa, resting her head on my father’s chest and watching the flames of the fire. I can remember the way she smelt – lavender and jasmine – and how she would sing me softly to sleep after a nightmare, her voice hushed to a whisper, creating a secret only we shared.

But, most importantly, I remember her.

Cordelia Snape lives on in my memories, but it is not enough.

For me, for my father, or for my sister, the dark little angel that doesn’t remember the woman she looks so like.

It never will be.