Pain rips (any Weasley/Potter) my heart away

[Rosabelle Romanno]

Numb. Thats all she was now. The crying had stopped and her heart was dead. Nothing mattered anymore. Albus was dead and so was Kota. The only two things that kept her going. Pain. The only feeling she had known the past three weeks. Where is Kota? They all asked. She just walked away every time they asked. No one cared, no one wanted anything to do with her. Her heart had shattered that night, all she asked for was death. Nikita Snape wasn't a nice person though. She just wanted her to suffer, to feel the loss that she had felt so much of. Her slowly healing world had evaporated the night Kota was murdered, her life was gone.

Walking around the halls was all she could do. Her face blank, eyes dark. She never spoke unless spoken too, and even that was starting to fade away. Her lips were in a straight line, dead of all emotion. Lucy Weasley was looking for someone. Anyone she could tell her story too. Anyone that would go and tell all their friends so the rumor would get to Nikita. Then she would get her wish. Death. All she wanted was that sole thing. To be laid to rest beside Dakota. The pain seemed to wash away all her thoughts. She'd let her self go. Never wearing makeup and always wearing her hair in a low pony. People were always asking her questions, which she had left unanswered.

The tears she willed to come seemed frozen as she stumbled down the stairs. Having no idea where she was going on that rainy Sunday afternoon. She hand gripped the rain for much needed support.She felt her body shaking, the soft cry escaping her body. She collapsed on the stairs, ever near the bottom. She then realized she had been walking for a while. Her body shuttered again as her head found her heads. She stayed there, her body shaking from tearless sobs as she tried to forget about the look on Nikita's face after she had murdered and thrown Kota out the window. It wouldn't fade from her memory though, she doubted it ever would.

[Molly Ann Weasley]

The excitement leading up to the ball became sickening. Too many people, caring way too much about how they look, when in the end, it would be over as soon as it began. Maybe she was just bitter. Since no one asked her" Who would anyway? No one really knew the Weasley. Besides Vikki and Rosie she was lonely. After the night at the boat house with Nikita she reflected. How her life was so meaningless, but with so much potential.
Stumbling down the staircase Molly was looking for a friend. Someone to play chess, or talk too.
Anything.
Narrowing her eyes she watched as a familiar figure collapsed in front of her. "Lucy!" She murmured rushing down the stairs. Kneeling on a stair she rubbed her sister's back muttering a few words of encouragement. "Lucy... Sis, wake up."

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[Rosabelle Romanno]

She didn't know what was happening. One second she was crying on the stairs, the next all she saw was black. Pitch black that had a calming effect. She felt someone touching her back, telling her to wake up. She was reminded of the mornings at home when she slept in too late and Molly had to soothe her out of sleep. Don't wake me up, this is the best I've felt in ages... she thought, the person apparently not hearing the thoughts in her head. Finally, her eyes opened slowly, looking bloodshot and puffy. She turned her head slowly until she was looking up at her sister. "Molly....." she said, her voice a harsh whisper, She sat up, wrapping her arms around her sister's waist. They weren't best of friends, but they were still sisters.