❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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ALBUS DUMBLEDORE HAD AN awful habit of showing up whenever and wherever he wanted to – especially without any prior warning to any the inhabitants of the household. The man also seemed to have a keen survival instinct, seeing as he decidedly chose to visit the Lupin cottage just as Rebecca had stepped out of the back door; having persuaded each of the four wizards for a simple stroll in the tall grass just outside the house. Unbeknownst to her own knowledge, too busy breathing in the fresh morning dew and basking in the rising run – Albus Dumbledore was speaking to both her fathers and her lingering grandfather within the house.
She had made quick steps once given the 'go-ahead', not willing to let the men change their minds – high-tailing it out the back door and sucking in a sharp breath of fresh air that was immediately calming her racing heart. Rebecca had half a mind to collapse into the dirt, just to lie there in peace, but decided against it when footsteps followed her out the house.
Fred had taken a place right behind her, slowly draping his arms over her shoulders and letting his chin rest atop her head as he let his eyes flutter shut against the golden sunlight drenching them. He finally allowed himself a moment's peace since the last month – relishing in the warmth the sun provided him and with the scents that invaded his nostrils. It didn't matter that the skies were clear for once, and that were was no chance of it in the forecast – Fred smelt rain. The kind of rain that was fresh, just-hit-the-pavement, and it swirled with the sweetness of peppermint chocolate, and subtle hints of jasmine and clementine; a sharp undertone of the same expensive ink that usually stained his girlfriend's fingertips.
He practically became drunk off the wafting scent, utterly enchanted by it and wanting nothing more than to dig his face into the junction of Rebecca's neck and shoulder – wishing to lose himself in her golden embrace for just another moment before they would have to step back into the house and back into the current reality of their lives. She smelled of safety – as ironic as it might've seemed in the times they found themselves standing in – he felt secure at her side, never doubtful and always happy. She smelt of home. She was home.
"What are you thinking about?" Rebecca's voice cut through the silent air softly, still looking out into the swirling sunlight as her hands caressed his forearms before she laid a small peck to the inside of his wrist, "what's on your mind?"
"Nothing," Fred uttered gently, giving a weak shrug as he let out a small sigh, his eyes reluctantly fluttering back open and adjusting to the sun's beams, "everything."
Rebecca remained silent, finding no comforting words that she could possibly say as her heart thrummed in her chest, her own eyes screwing shut tightly. She only leaned further back into his tightening embrace, the back of her head now resting on his shoulder. They both fell back into silence, each of their minds being wired into various incoming thoughts – both of them thinking similarly and yet differently all at once. Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched from within the house. Dumbledore was now long gone, having said his deal of words before disappearing yet again. It was Sirius that stood at the window by the kitchen sink – squinting against the rising sun as he leaned against the counter disgruntled.
