For A Phoenix From the Ashes's One Day challenge on HPFC.

I don't own HP.

Prompt: Fog

I first met Lysander Scamander when I was ten years old. It was the first of December, 2015. He was a year older than me, and so much cooler. So cool, in fact, that he and Lorcan were home early from school. I didn't know why at the time, but I would find out.

For some reason, he took my hand and asked, "Do you want to go on an adventure?"

My ten year old self was enamored, so of course I said yes. Lily watched me go sadly (she was only seven, and she liked to follow anyone older than her around). James and Albus were already roughhousing with Lorcan, Ly's brother.

Ly and I ran off into the woods near his house. He was still holding my hand, and at ten years I thought that it was the reason I was alive. He looked down at me, and his blue eyes sparkled. "Into the woods?"

"Into the woods," I agreed immediately. "Wait, are there bears?"

He laughed. "No bears, I promise. Come on, Lucy, let's get out there."

I nodded, and we jogged into the forest. He was still holding my hand, and normal hand holding freak outs were on the horizon. His hand was warm, though, and thanks to my short arms (and legs, though they weren't nearly as helpful) he had to stand close by, practically shoulder to shoulder. It was the closest I'd ever been to a boy who wasn't related to me.

"This is a proper adventure isn't it, Lucy?" Lysander asked.

"Yes! We're out on our own and everything!"

"I love it out here. Breathe it in, Lucy." I did, and choked on a mouthful of air. He thumped me on the back, still grinning. "Don't inhale the forest, too."

I nodded and took another breath, this one smaller. "The air is so clean," I said. "It's clean and beautiful out here."

"I love it. It's the first time I've ever been out on my own. Mum and Dad don't trust me for some reason, and they always send Lorcan out with me. He hates it out here, Luce." His grin was somewhat bitter.

"But I'm here," I said. "You aren't on your own."

"You're right," he said. "I'm not."

I was relieved to hear that, afraid that he would say that I didn't count as a person or something, because Lysander Scamander was the coolest boy in the universe.

"We should probably head back soon," he said finally. I was stumbling next to him by that point, my eyes barely open from exhaustion. Dusk was falling, and it had been noon when we left.

"Which way do we go?" I asked, my eyes heavy from exhaustion.

"Um," he said, turning around in a circle before deciding on a direction. "That way."

"Alright," I agreed. "If you're sure."

"I'm sure," he said.

"'Sides, there are no bears. You promised."

He nodded. "We'll be just fine, Lucy. We'll always be just fine."

I believed him wholeheartedly then. Five hours later, however, when it was raining and we were surrounded by fog and huddled together under a tree freezing, it was a different story.

"Lucy!" Someone shouted. "Lysander! Where are you?"

"Here!" I screamed. "We're over here! Under the tree!"

Lysander massaged my back. "They'll find us. Just keep shouting, Luce. Just keep shouting."

For a moment, I almost didn't want to be found. But I kept shouting anyway.