Should have known better
Euphemia Burke was angry. Where to direct her anger? She had no idea, but she definitely knew the cause of the rage she was thrown into. Fleamont Potter. Fleamont Potter with his stupid grin and his fluffy hair and his charm and his everything. He had been crushing on her for five years ,and the charm was finally settling into her heart instead of just her brain.
For years she had mistaken her love for hatred, and her infatuation with disgust. That all began crashing down on her when he finally asked her out. Now she layed in her gryffindor red bed and stared at the ceiling. For once she was thinking of him and him alone instead of the other way around. She’d wasted so much time hating him that she didn’t quite know how to love him. So she just replayed their moment and everything that led up to it on repeat.
Everything about it was perfect. Fleamont sat next to her during the Friday breakfast and attempted to talk to her the whole time. Of course she was far too kind to ignore him completely so she gave a few polite responses before continuing the conversation with her friends. He was obviously put down by this a bit, but nonetheless he continued with his plan.
On the way to their first period class he carried her books as he usually did ,and even stood and talked to her until the teacher got there. Only then did he find his own seat. That was new.
At the end of third period he waited for her to get out of class as he had a free period so he could walk her to divination. Even if it made him late to DADA. (Euphemia thought he was quite stupid for this but accepeted the kindness anyways). During third period Minevera lightly questioned Euphemia on Fleamont’s antics, but gave up when it became obvious Euphimia had no idea.
On her way to lunch Euphemia noticed people looking at her and whispering. They always did that when she had been in a fight or yelled at someone, but she hadn’t done anything like that recently. It was strange and confusing. One group of brave first years even came up to her and asked how she felt about Fleamont while giggling. Very strange.
Fleamont hadn’t made another appearance in her day until last period, herbology. During the class he continuously stared at her. He only broke his gaze when his friends nudged him to pay attention or the teacher asked him a question. The constant staring put her on edge to say the least.
Euphemia rushed out of class, and Fleamont followed as quickly as his feet would take him. She almost told him to leave her alone when he grabbed her hand, forcing her to turn around. Only then could she allow herself to admire his features. His light brown hair had faded to an almost black color throughout the years. His hazel eyes pierced through her. And his smile. His goofy smile lined with two dimples placed in just the right spot.
He asked her on a date moments later.
Years upon years later Effie laid in a comfortable hospital bed. The doctors and nurses moved them a day or two ago from the treatment room to their own bedroom. It was cozy. The room was dimly lit with candle sticks and the roaring fireplace in front of them. The room had one very large window that some moonlight had escaped into. There were three cool toned wooden doors as well that matched the wardrobe. One led out into the rest of the house, and the other two were a double door that led to a beautiful field of flowers and tall grass.
And in the middle of it all Effie and Monty were tucked into their king sized red bed. Effie pushed her hand over to her husbands with the little strength she could muster up. In Effie's opinion, there was nothing like holding hands with Monty.
Effie knew she was gonna die. Effie knew that Monty was gonna die. She didn’t expect it to be so soon, but she wouldn’t change a thing. Except wanting to talk to all of her boys one more time.
Everything around her began to pass slower to Effie as her and her husband's breath became labored. She took one last look around the room, recalling all of the memories they’d made there, before taking one last look at her dearest husband. She closed her eyes tightly and fell into a light sleep with sweet dreams of when they were young.
Monty passed in the middle of the night, and Effie passed shortly after. Though to Effie her death was not of importance because her life ended the moment Monty took his last breath. All she could think about as the world grew darker and her brain slowed was her boys. Monty, James, and Sirius. Even Regulus. The one person she couldn’t quite reach. They had been the light in her life for so long. That light continued to shine as she held hands with her husband and followed him into the unknown.