Rhapsody of a Veela

Part 63 - Holy

The funeral of Dumbledore, brought back a lot of memories from when you had lost Cedric several years ago. Of when the world had first began falling apart, despite how much you had tried to latch onto the remaining pieces of stagnant normality. The beginning of summer had seemed unpleasant ever since, always with a premonition of death in the air.

But now you had no more tears left it seemed, as you were constantly floating somewhere between dissociation and daydreams, the days passing by as if by the blink of an eye. Everywhere around you was in the process of cleaning and decorating, for the upcoming joyous union of Bill & Fleur. A part of you wished the preparations would last eternally, so you could remain blissfully awaiting of something good, something happy.

But there were dark clouds threatening the blue skies, and soon the house would be emptied only leaving you, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley behind. While Arthur, Bill, Fleur, George, Ron and Fred travelled to Little Whinging along with the last remaining members of the order, to safely transport Harry Potter back to the new headquarters, namely the Burrow.

It was selfish, seeing as everyone of age were going, a part of you had been wanting to ask Fred to stay. When you did not however, you had been quite determined to be coming along yourself, until not only Fred, but his father too had shut you down.

They would not say why out loud, but the fact was, that you were the daughter and sole heir of the dark lord and thus a target as well. Your very presence could potentially increase the risks of the mission failing.

The risks of death it seemed, were already more than high enough and when you had first heard of their plan you had assumed it was a joke. A bad Weasley joke to be exact. Once you realized, they were serious, panic struck you like a lightning bolt from clear skies.

"Wait, just so I got this right... you are all going to be Harry?" you muttered flabbergasted, turning to Molly to see her look equally as astonished as you.

"Well yeah, not all of us though, only seven" George grinned, delighted by how he left your mouth agape.

"Fred this is ridiculous, please tell me this is a joke so I can laugh and get over it"

"It'll be all right darling, I promise I won't end up looking like that scrawny git forever" Fred nonchalantly promised, kissing your cheek before he turned to join the others who had already positioned themselves on their brooms.

"Fred W-"

"Don't worry Fred, even if you don't I'm sure she'd love you still" George laughed, before he kicked of the ground, seemingly impatient for the journey into the dark night skies.

"I'd still be better looking than you" Fred spat back at George, as he kicked off too.

"See you in a bit, love!" he shouted after you as they disappeared into the darkness.

After standing out there in the yard for a moment in silence, Molly clenched your shoulder.

"Let's get inside dear, I'll make a cup of tea while we wait"

"Might as well bring out the firewhisky" Ginny asserted, still angry she could not join the others on their mission to transport Harry. It would be a long night, and so if it had not been for Molly demanding she would do no such thing, you would've found it to be a good idea.

You perched yourself on the kitchen chair closest to the window, gazing out into the night as you awaited their return. Molly sat in silence, alternating between preparing tea and pouring it restlessly. The kitchen smelled like chamomile, and yet it did not even have the slightest calming effect on you. It was long past midnight, and likewise there were no trace of sleep in any of you.