bewaretheyeti
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Fate twists around those it favors, spreading its fortune.
Or, on the good sloop Miss Erie, malpractice.
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Blinking unseeing eyes around a hand found its way onto my forehead and I sighed for I knew the weight and the warmth of that particular hand. My mother.
Indeed I have died.
Relieved and worried all at once I took a moment to mourn young Harry.
Musing all that could be, and had been, lost.
"Albie. Please wake up." Aberforth.
My heart panged, my baby brother, hasn't called me Albie since before my own Hogwarts schooling days. He sounded so worried.
I wondered if he too has died. If Riddle's wizarding forces had taken him down in his pub or the streets of Hogsmeade. Or maybe he was here, drawn to the base of the astronomy tower of Hogwarts, where I lay defeated, according to plan, a pawn discarded from a game I set into motion but could no longer play.
"Dad's fetching a mediwizard," Aberforth's voice came angelic from beside my ear. "You'll wake soon, Albie. You must."
A weigh settled on my shoulder, thick heavy tears landed on me and with each my senses cleared and blazed and I was in my childhood bed of Mould-On-The-Wold, Alberforth holding me prone.
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daydreamer by bewaretheyeti
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead (Telltale Video Game), Fear the Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead (Comics)
17 Jan 2020
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I was bleeding bad, my baby girl gone, and my son standing there obviously torn. Regrets aren't new to me, especially after this last year, but if I could spare him this, if I could go back.
If...
BANG.
I woke up, to a bright white room with the under hum of electricity and the buzz of appliances around me.
Rick lay on a long couch along the closest wall to me in the room, identifiable only by the dark curls of hair from under a pink quilt. A hospital. Only Rick could find me a hospital in the middle of a civil war. And undead plague.
Cries came from the baby next to me and I sighed out in relief, reaching in the little carrier to pick the baby up. Smiling down at baby's nose I was momentarily overwhelmed with relief. Definitely Rick's baby.
Looks just like Carl, now that I thought of it.
Carl. He couldn't be too far away.
Noticing the name plate on the end of the baby's cot I plucked it from the acrylic and froze.
I felt my face fill and then drain of blood flashing me white hot then blistering cold.
The name plate read: Grimes, Carl.