Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)

Decide and Understand

It's funny how the presence of one person can give you so much comfort.
How you can settle anywhere if that one person is with you.

It's like that person is all you need to feel at home,
no matter where in the world you are.

They're sitting by the fire again,
in a dark forest again,
under Dipsy's spells that keep the rain out.

She leans her head on his shoulder and looks at their entwined fingers.
Should she be scared that she feels so grounded with him?
Should it worry her that only with him she feels like the world makes sense?
Should it bother her that she still has no idea why that's the case?

Maybe...

Given all that she remembers and all that he has told her,
there's no logical reason for what she's feeling.
None at all!

And still here with him is the only place she wants to be.

No book she read gave her so much as a hint of why this is going on.
But that's what's happening,
and now she's here,
and he's here.
And by the dancing fire she tells him everything she found out.

"We were hunting Horcruxes." as the words leave her lips, he turns rapidly to look at her.

"Are you kidding?"

But she shakes her head,
and explains what she remembers.

For a moment he looks paralyzed.

"Are they fucking sick?" He then spits out so angrily she flinches.

"Granger, that's... fuck, that's like the darkest magic can get."

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Rage.
That's what he feels.

Overflowing,
uncontrollable rage,
when she tells him what they were up to when they got caught.

He wants to hit something,
wants to curse people to oblivion,
wants to hunt down those responsible.
Hunt them down and slowly strangle all of them with his bare hands.

The Death Eaters had killed her,
but it had been her own people who had sent her down to her doom.
The people who were supposed to keep her safe!
People who he sent her to so that they'd keep her safe!

He realizes his hands are shaking.

The side of the light,
the better side,
bullshit!
Both sides were responsible for sending kids to do their dirty work!

He had always thought the world was just black and white,
divided to those who are right and those who are wrong.
Up until it seems it is just all black,
and everyone responsible is just all wrong!

If he wants her safe there's no one else but himself he can count on.
He should just take her with him and leave.
They should go somewhere,
somewhere far away from this place,
from these games people are playing.

"We should leave," the words leave his lips before he's able to stop them, "Go somewhere where we don't have to worry about all of this. Where they can't find us. We could leave now! Ask Dipsy to take us. I have the money! we could..."

What a beautiful dream it is,
To take her somewhere where the summer never ends.
To watch the sun glitter in her hair as she walks along the golden sands of a deserted beach.
To lay next to her listening to the sounds of the tropical night.
To wake up with the sun on their skin.

To be idle and ignorant,
laidback and happy.
Not to fear and worry.

What a glorious feeling it would be when the hardest decisions of the day would be whether to drink a shake made of watermelon or pineapple.