❝ 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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THE REST OF THE MONTH OF MAY had moved on slowly, time elongated and stretching out as the Wizarding World continued to piece itself back together. Just halfway through the month, still with the task of tracking down and hunting former Death Eaters as new Aurors – both Ron and Harry began to try and hide in shadows as they stepped in the crowded lanes of Diagon Alley. It seemed, while most of Britian was not completely oblivious to the war that had ravaged their neighborhoods, the ones that had cowardly stuck to the sidelines; those who chose no side, and kept to themselves – had finally caught wind of what had happened and became keen on trying to seek out the 'Heroes of Hogwarts' and the 'Chosen One' for photographs, interviews, and any other rubbish they could get their filthy hands on.
Not only did the paps decide it was completely okay to try and bring up the still-fresh trauma for those directly involved in the battle and the aftermath – they had chosen to take it all a step further and search out those who had almost lost their lives or would have scars forever in remembrance of that horrific night. Meaning, it was far too often that Rebecca Black would come home from a day at The Ministry to a hound of reporters and journalists on the front steps of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. With their stupid flashing camera lights and enchanted quick-write quills, hollering and calling out for members of the household, and even for those who they were related to – even if they didn't live there.
For the most part, she could ignore it, pushing passed the hoard easily and managing her way through the crowd without a single push, especially when they all took notice of the rounded baby bump – but after a particularly hard day of trying to start up a petition for the overly-conservative Wizengamot to start making potions like wolfsbane free each month to, at least, registered werewolves – she didn't see the point in keeping her temper, let alone her mouth shut. Needless to say, as she rounded the corner from the row of apparition points, when they hounded her too, she didn't take it lightly.
"Miss Black!" One particularly snaggle-faced man called out gruffly, "Miss Black! Please, a word!" He insisted over all others that went to agree and claim 'a word' for their own, "is it true that you're related to more than half the numbers of the wanted Death Eaters that Harry Potter is currently trying to wrangle in?"
"Is it true that you were attacked by an inhumane beast while on Hogwarts grounds?" Another called out immediately after, following in her steps along the pavement towards the shop, "and the staff and Headmaster covered it all up for the right sum!"
"What are your thoughts on returning the Hogwarts curriculum back to its original standards?"
"Do you have any words to say on Rita Skeeter's new claims about Albus Dumbledore?"
"What's your opinion on the Muggleborn Registration Committee that took place in The Ministry during the war?"
"Do you know the current whereabouts of the 'Chosen One' Harry Potter?"
