Brave for a Slytherin

Disappearance on the night bus

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or any other referenced properties 

Y/n's POV:

To say that the day we left didn't hit me like a punch to the gut would be a gross and inexcusable lie. Our bags had been packed for days, we were in fresh cloths, we had washed and eaten early out of a twisted desire to rush our leaving. I think a part of me wanted to give mum a big squeeze and then leave before I could see her tears or the rest of the house woke. 

I think the others wanted the same. We sat in resigned silence at breakfast reflecting on the knowledge of what we were setting our to do. Fear, adrenaline, grief and bright burning love swirled in my stomach but still I forced myself to eat. I couldn't bring myself to regret the dissensions that brought me there to that table. Throughout my whole life I can truly say that even looking back on that day and the dark days that were to follow I regret none of them. I don't regret falling in love with Theo and I don't regret the person whom I have become. But back to teenage me who is about to be forced to wait. 

The day dragged towards lunch. We had to leave grimmauld place at the same time as the others then disappear on the way to the station. That way if anyone was watching us already it would make it harder for them to track our movements. Harry had the invisibility cloak which would cover Him, Ron and Hermione. Moody was lending his invisibility cloak to Theo, Enzo and I. However it was tracked and he made us promise to ditch it the moment we had slipped away just encase someone tortured our location out of him. 

Moody was nothing if not frank. He had been just as blunt when he cut the trace on each of us making us very aware of the risk if anyone found out that under aged wizards were running round without the trace. It meant we would be running from the ministry not jut the death eaters. Yet another risk we had been forced to take.

Finally just before mid day we gathered in the entrance hall. The Hogwarts lot with their trunks clutched in their hands and us with our rucksacks. (several of the order members who would be traveling with us were carrying extra cases to make it look like we all had luggage). It was time for goodbyes 

 I walked up to mum and pulled her into the warmest tightest hug I had experienced. I rested my head on her shoulder and even after my eyes opened meeting my fathers I couldn't bring myself to let go. I shuffled slightly and Dad, without a word, joined the hug pulling both of us to him and giving me a slight sorrowful smile. I returned it appreciating for the first time in my life just how strong my father was and just how much I owed him and my mum. 

"Bet you wish you'd just left me at the orphanage now" I attempted a half hearted joke as we finally stepped away from each other. Our eyes were all glazed but no tears fell. 

"Never" my mum swore her voice serious "I love you, and you are my daughter" I smiled not bothering to hold back the thick gasp that escaped me. Ron moved forwards to say his goodbyes and I turned to the twins. 

"You're not the most problematic kids anymore" I offered 

"Yeah you sure stole our crown" chuckled Fred

"I hope you realise how incredibly rude that is" Added George 

Then their expressions stiffened and Fred added "Look after yourself."

I nodded.

"And look after him too" George added tilting his head. I turned to see who he was indicating expecting to see Ron however I was met with Theo's eyes. In them I saw a war of love, fear and guilt. "We spoke to him a few nights ago" He continued "he recons it's his fault all of this is happening"

"We explained to your thick sculled boyfriend that his dad is the dick but I'm not sure he got it" I nodded then looking back over to Theo tilted my head inviting him over.