❝ 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
rewr...
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THE SHOCK OF SUDDENLY LOSING Alastor Moody still hung over The Burrow for the next following days, mostly effecting Rebecca, who couldn't stop gazing longingly towards the front door in the hope that he'd come wobbling in with all the other Order members. She wished to see him come inside, whirl his magical blue eye around as he greeted them all gruffly, relay some sort of news or mission update before he would be stomping right back out the door to avoid staying for lunch or dinner. She had wished him back, and whole, and alive. The survivors' guilt ate away at her. She hadn't even been on the mission to retrieve Harry, but if she would've been – perhaps Moody would still be alive.
Rebecca kept wondering what use she was hidden away, wondering what purpose she held other than the tears that didn't seem to help Alastor – and why hadn't they thought of using them in the first place? It was when Bill, Remus, and Sirius had all left to retrieve Mad-Eye's body that she began doubting her place within The Order. The men had come up empty, and in knowing how the Death Eaters worked, each of them knew far too well that the hooded people had become vultures; ready to use a dead man's corpse for their own bidding.
But they couldn't dwell on it too long, because soon enough, the new term of Hogwarts would come. And for whatever reason, Ron, Hermione, and Harry all had claimed to be abandoning their education. So, Molly Weasley was doing her best to keep the three completely occupied in a hope that they wouldn't be able to catch a moment together to secure plans amongst themselves. Though, after the first day, it seemed that everybody within the topsy-turvy household would be subjected to busying themselves in preparations for the oncoming wedding. From cleaning silver cutlery, colour-matching ribbons to party favors and flowers, de-gnoming the garden, and cooking vast batches of canapés – the short days passed all too quickly.
"I think Mum thinks that if she can stop the three of you getting together and planning, she'll be able to delay you leaving," Ginny told Harry in a low tone, both of them setting the table for dinner – failing to notice the lurking figure leaned up against the doorframe.
"And then what does she think's gonna happen?" Harry retorted sarcastically, "someone else might kill off Voldemort while she's holding all us here hostage making vol-au-vents?"
He had spoken so bluntly, not catching the way Ginny had paled and her eyes widened a fraction of an inch, "so it's true then," She uttered slowly, her eyes flickering over every inch of his features, "that's what you're trying to do?"
"I – no –" Harry stammered over himself, swallowing nervously, "I was...joking...yeah – just kidding."
"It was a horrible joke, really," Rebecca spoke up from her place on the doorframe, making both teens jump in surprise and whip around to face her, "and you both should learn how to whisper properly, it's far too easy to eavesdrop."
