Promise

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**Adealia's Home Aesthetic is at the bottom of the page below the story**

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Draco's POV

Who the actual fuck lives in Alaska?

I barely know anything about America, but I know that no one lives in damn Alaska.

The perfect place to go if you need to hide.

The last place anyone would look for someone is where they know no one will be.

55105 Patronus Place, Ketchikan Alaska.

I smiled down at the paper as I read her address.

Patronus Place?

I laughed quietly, I felt high from the idea of seeing her again.

Before she got back.

While we still had time left.

I was standing in snow that was inches, bloody hell maybe even feet deep. Large soft flakes were still falling heavily around me.

Her house was small and wooden, resembling a cabin. There was a small porch on the front with steps leading up to the main level. Three pairs of different sized, snowy boots, were lined up by the front door. The roof had large, old shingles covering it with snow piled high on top. In the driveway sat an old looking light blue muggle car with a white roof and an antique looking beaten up grey truck. On the side of the house there was a room that was all windows. For what I couldn't understand... the weather here seemed miserable. Inside that room however, I could see the faint glowing rainbow lights of a Christmas tree.

There was one light on. One window that was glowing in the absolute blackness that surrounded me. I saw a shadow walk by it and noticed a wavy curl falling out of a messy bun.

There she is.

My heart felt like it was going to escape through my throat when I saw her. It felt like a dream, being this close to her. None of this felt real, reality was continents away.

It was fucking freezing in this frozen hellscape but I was sweating. Every fiber of me being drawn to her as if she were my new center of gravity.

I walked, climbed really, through the snow to get to the side of the house below her window. I waved my wand in a figure eight as I made the snow around me rise up into a pile so I could get to the ledge of the roof outside of her room.

I kneeled outside of her window, looking in before I tapped the pane.

This is what she was like everyday. This was her home. Her most natural place. The place that created her and everything I loved about her.

What was she like when she wasn't at school? When she wasn't with us? Who is she when she's continents away, living a life completely different than the one she lived with me?

I studied her room for a moment as she closed the door behind her- I assume to fill the empty water bottle in her hand. The walls were dark, darker than I expected them to be, almost black. There were many wooden shelves covered in plants with long dangling leaves and photos in different frames sitting along them. There was art of all styles and sizes covering her walls. Probably two dozen candles were lit and sat on various surfaces, making the room glow with a warm dim light. Her bed was a collage of different blankets and pillows, all with conflicting patters, fabrics, and sizes. She had a large rug covering her floor, her school trunk open with clothes hanging out over the sides messily, and in the middle of her floor sat one of the biggest dogs I had ever seen.