I took her upstairs to the rooftop to view the clear night sky. Arya gave me a confusing look and look around the calm surrounding. "Why are we here?" She asked. Without answering her, I sat down and make myself comfortable while patting the space beside me and looked at her "Sit. Trust me. It will be fun". Arya was hesitant at first but eventually, she sat beside me.
I waved my wand towards the door and cast a spell to get us some tea. We were sipping our tea in comfortable silence and enjoy the view of the stars and constellations right above us. "Arya, I have a confession." I took a deep breath and prepare myself to share my grieve with her. She looks into my eyes and nodded for me to continue. "When Fred died. I shut down my feelings. I avoided my family. My friends. I became this completely new person that people almost started missing me. I felt like a part of me died with him.
On my birthday two months back, I had a terrible panic attack. It was till both Lee and Ange has to take me to a muggle healer." My voice trembles. To think that it only had been two months since the horrific incident made my heart swell. "I was well if you put in their term 'hospitalized' for four days." I felt her small palm on my shoulder. I look into her glossy doe brown eyes. Just like in the burrow, she's trying her best not to burst out in tears. I look back at the stars and continue where I stopped.
"Facing Fred's grave after one year is the hardest thing I ever did. But I did eventually do. Then the next day I went to meet my family. I slowly started to accept the fact that he is no more and I have to move on." I look down at my hand because I was nervous to meet her eyes. 'What the hell were you thinking. You're supposed to cheer her up. Not created a sympathy drama'. I mentally scolded myself.
"George looks at me" with a calm and gentle voice, Arya held her hand to my face and rub her thumb in a caring manner. "I know what it's like to lose someone you love. It's god I know how fucking hurting that is." She consoles me. She kept doing the same gesture which helps me relax my muscle. It felt so nice to be held like this by her.
"But at one point of our life, we have moved on. But not to forget them. Because we still love them. Cedric, Fred, Susan, Dad, my sister Meya, Mike, and all the others died during the war, it's their fate and we can't do anything about it." A tear slip through her eyes. I lift my hand and wipe away the tears off of her red cheeks. "Plus. What is love when it is not preserved" She continued?
After few seconds I pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She hugged me back and keep saying sweet things to me while rubbing my back. We were in that position for a few minutes then I pulled away to see her mesmerizing eyes again. They look even prettier under the stars as they reflect through her dark brown eyes.
We kept gazing at each and other's eyes. The urge to kiss one and other is strong but I didn't want to read things differently and end up losing what we are having now, so I broke eye contact with her. She gave me a small smile and look back into the stars.
After a while, I asked her something that bothers me when we first meet"Arya. Tell me about your life back at Hogwarts. How did I never notice you before?" I asked. She let out a small laugh and laid back down to get a better view of the sky. I copied her move and face her side.
"I was the same year with your brother. When the sorting hat announced that I was in Hufflepuff, all the Slytherins were shocked that I didn't inherit my mother's genes instead I took my father's, who was the only Hufflepuff in the family before me. Then I joined the quidditch team in my second year. To say I was the best was a bit over the top but that is what Ced said. Maybe you haven't noticed me in the field because I will wear all the protective gear to protect myself and my hair back then was short. I didn't have many friends besides Luna, Hermione, and my roommates Hannah and Susan. So I usually spend my time training alone with my team and in the library." She smirked at the word library.
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Through His Eyes(G.W Story)
RandomThey say they are five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining depression, and acceptance). All of us know the feeling of losing someone very close to us. As the people left behind, we have to go through the whole grieving process on our own. No...