❝ 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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ON MAY 1ST, NOT EVEN BUT a few weeks after the birth of Teddy Lupin, there was a certain ambiance that hung quietly in the air. It was silently suffocating, breath-taking, but in a way that made you want to claw at your chest for the slightest chance of a clear breath of air – the kind that forced it's way into your lungs, but never letting them expand to their full potential. Everybody felt on-edge. None of them could even begin to picture, let alone think, about something horrible happening in the very same night to come. No one could predict nor see the future hours, but the eerie feeling had came back tenfold just halfway through the day.
The very moment the sun had began to set, just over the horizon line and filling the sky with a gloomy array of purples and oranges, was when the real nerves began. The body-aching, head-filling, and nerve-wracking feeling that takes over one's body and fills them to the brim with dread and fear. For Rebecca especially, the nerves had unsettled her to the core – twisting and jabbing at her chest and stomach. Making her want to puke or pass out, or even both one after the other. It could've been the baby, but the nerves felt different than most others. They wouldn't come and go, they were continuous. There was a constant inkling at the back of her mind.
"A sickle for your thoughts?"
Peering up from the steaming abyss coming from the mug between both hands, Rebecca met Andromeda Tonks' gaze. Her aunt moved around the dining table, a ceramic mug of her own in hand as she settled down in the empty seat at the younger witch's side. Andy wore a concerned face, gently placing a hand upon the Ravenclaw's and giving it a light, reassuring squeeze.
Rebecca gave her a weak smile, taking in a small breath but shrugged half-heartedly, "my head is just spinning," She stated honestly, lazily stirring her tea with a spoon in her free hand, "I have this...weird feeling...and I'm just really worried, yanno?"
"The baby will kick soon," Andy began softly, smiling gently and in the most reassuring way possible, "sometimes they just like to –"
"No, it's not about that," The raven-haired witch gave a slight chuckle, shaking her head, "I mean, yes, that's a bit worrisome, but..." She paused, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, "I can't stop thinking about Draco, and Cissa," She felt the guilt and worry bubble up in her chest again, making her shift in her chair, "we haven't heard from them in so long – and they never should've left, and I was wrong to have let them."
"They would've left either way," The elder witch murmured with a meek laugh, reaching over to gently pick up her niece's chin so they could meet eyes, "remember, us Blacks are far too stubborn for our own good," She mused lightly, shaking her head, "once we set our minds to something, we either do everything we can to get it done or go crazy trying."
