"Don't leave, I told you I wouldn't. So why are you?" Hermione's voice croaked, a mixture of desperation and sorrow in her tone.
"I can't, you know I can't," Y/N murmured, her brows furrowing with a heavy burden of guilt. She felt the weight of her...
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A/N : .................haaiiii guysssss did u miss me 😇
(i probably wont be writing smut in this book because they're kinda like in the middle of the war and people are dying you know and i dont really like smut haha AND IM SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING IN LIKE ERMM 2 WEEKS??? i just really REALLY needed a mental break cuz life has just been shit lately ok bye)
also for the ppl that are reading this story good on ya mate i honestly dont expect any reads atp after being so inactive
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Y/N carefully folded her clothes and stowed them in Hermione's pouch, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle upon her. She let out a soft sigh of weariness, allowing her head to rest against Hermione's shoulder for support.
The tent was a whirlwind of activity. Hermione, Harry, Y/N, Aurora, Seraphina, and Sophie bustled around, gathering their gear and checking their supplies. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of urgency as they readied themselves for the journey to Godric's Hollow.
Hermione meticulously examined a tattered map, her brow furrowed in concentration. Harry and Aurora conferred quietly about the best route to take, their fingers tracing lines on the parchment. Y/N, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, began to carefully pack her things, folding clothes and stowing them in a bag.
Outside the tent, the cold wind howled, and the snowflakes danced in the air. The prospect of this next step in their journey hung heavy in the room, a mix of determination and anxiety in the air.
"Are we ready?" Hermione asked, looking around the tent.
Y/N playfully groaned against Hermione's shoulder, her arms lazily draping around Hermione's neck. "So ready," she said, her tone filled with playful sarcasm. "Dreading for it to happen, actually."
Hermione responded with a plain, albeit affectionate, look as she cupped Y/N's cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze, prompting a cute whine from the Ravenclaw.
"Seriously, are you guys all packed?" Sophie's voice cut through the moment, carrying a hint of impatience. Y/N furrowed her brow in confusion, but Sophie's softer expression and Seraphina's reassuring kiss on her cheek seemed to ease the tension.
"It'll be alright, babe," Seraphina reassured Sophie before heading outside the tent to assist Hermione.
Aurora and Harry exchanged knowing glances, teasingly commenting, "Couples."
"Get a room!" Harry couldn't resist a jest.
Y/N fired back with a sly grin, "Oh, shut up. As if you weren't itching to pounce on Dean when we saw him a few months ago. Basically had to rip you off before you'd leap out of the protective spell."
"And let's not forget about you, Har. Think I haven't heard Ginny's moans when I stayed at the Burrow?" She turned to Harry, a knowing look in her eyes.
