Coup de Foudre [Fred Weasley] [7]

⚡️ Chapter 21 ⚡️

Vega had stayed out in the rain the entire night, keeping a lookout for both any sign of Death Eaters around them, or even Ron if he decided to return. She didn't like the look that Hermione had on her face when Ron left, and she didn't like that Ron had left them on such words. If things went wrong for either side, Vega didn't want them to be their last words to each other.

It was true that Vega had a lot of feelings toward what Ron had said to her regarding her parents being the ones who were causing half the havoc in the Wizarding World. She felt frustrated, angry, annoyed and at a loss to what to do from here on out –

But the feeling that beat all others out was the feeling of dismay and sadness over what Ron had said. Vega knew that she was the last person to be acting high and mighty.

All problems arose from Vega, and from those who were associated with her by blood.

If it was possible for Vega to destroy Voldemort and his followers at this very moment, she would give up her own life if that was asked of her to do to ensure it.

Dawn arrived and Hermione refused to speak to Vega when the brunette came to take the duty of look-out from her. Vega didn't say anything as she returned back into the tent, drying herself off and falling right into sleep for a few hours that she could spare.

When Vega woke up, it was several seconds before she remembered what had happened.

Then Vega hoped childishly, that it had been a dream, that Ron was still there and had never left. Yet, when she finally pushed her still damp self from the bed, she saw there was no Ron in the bunk across the tent where he normally slept below Harry.

Instead, her eyes met Harry's, who was still laying in his own bunk.

Vega grabbed her clothes and walked off to change into something warmer, knowing that while she had not felt the cold rain due to her extreme body temperatures, it was foolish still.

Hermione – who was already busy in the kitchen – did not wish Vega, or Harry, good morning, but turned her face away quickly as they went by.

All the words that had been exchanged the previous night were fully washing over Vega as she washed herself and dressed herself. She now knew that Ron had harboured all those feelings and that Hermione was not very sure of what to make of her and Harry either.

Ron's gone and he's not coming back.

That was the simple truth of it, Vega knew, because their protective enchantments meant that it would be impossible, once they vacated this spot, for Ron to find them again. Vega, Harry and Hermione ate breakfast in silence. The brunette's eyes were puffy and red; she looked as if she had not slept the previous night but Vega didn't say anything.

They packed up their things, Hermione dawdling.

Vega knew why she wanted to spin out their time on the riverbank; several times the black-haired girl saw her look up eagerly, and she was sure the brunette had deluded herself into thinking that she heard footsteps through the heavy rain.

But no ginger figure appeared between the trees.

Every time that Vega imitated her and looked around (for she could not help hoping a little, herself) and saw nothing but rain-swept woods, and a strange feeling arise in her chest. She could hear Ron saying, "We thought you two knew what you were doing!", and Vega resumed packing with a hard knot in the pit of her stomach.

The muddy river beside them was rising rapidly and would soon spill over onto their bank. They had lingered a good hour after they would usually have departed their campsite.