𝙎𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂

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𝙎𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂
baby blue eyes !

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Apart from the roar of thunder ahead, half of the flight was eerily quiet. It was almost silent, which was incredibly suspicious. Avery clung to her broom until her knuckles turned white, straining her ears and every sense she had to pinpoint any sort of threat that could try approach the group of Potters.

Something whisked past her ear, and she looked around sharply to see dozens of black, hooded figures swoop down, hidden behind terrifying masks.

Her breath hitching, Avery placed one hand on the pocket she had her wand in and did her best to keep as close to Lupin as possible. The shrieks of the Death Eaters were surprisingly audible above the roar of thunder and rain as they tried to figure out which Harry to attack.

"Which one?"

"Where are you?"

"He's on your right!"

"He's over there!"

He's bloody everywhere, Avery thought as she ducked down to avoid a hex and cast one of her own. Making jokes had always been a coping mechanism of hers, even in the worst situations - one like her current.

She aimed a handful of hexes at the cloaked Death Eaters, managing to fling a few off their brooms. She let out a yelp as a blur of white streaked mere inches past her nose, and realized with a sickening jolt it was Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl.

The Order had been completely separated in the chaos, but as the final hooded figures fell to the ground, Avery was able to locate Lupin again and glide closer, somewhat comforted by her protector's presence.

Avery and Lupin were one of the last to arrive at the Burrow. The redhead practically slipped off her broom, fighting to get her breath back, and fell into an panicked Hermione's arms.

"Bloody hell, I was worried. You're the last ones back." She helped Avery stand, her eyes wide with concern, before wrapping her into a tight hug. Once they pulled away, Hermione rubbed cautiously at a smear of blood on Avery's face. "You're bleeding."

"I'm fine now." The Buckley assured her, feeling more comforted than anything while being held by the brunette.

Both their attentions switched to sudden movement nearby, which turned out to be Arthur hurrying into the Burrow, the rest of the Order following suit. Avery fell in beside Hermione and Ron, tensing with horror as she saw George on one of the couches, his eyes barely open. One of his ears was drenched in scarlet, and Avery had to take a step back in shock.

"How you feeling, Georgie?" Fred asked, his voice seeming gentler than usual.

"Saint-like." George rasped, opening his eyes to blink up at his twin.

"Come again?" Fred frowned in confusion.

"Saint-like. I'm holy. I'm holey, Fred. Get it?" George smiled weakly as he gestured towards his mangled ear.

"The whole wide world of ear-related humor and you go for I'm holey. Pathetic." Fred shook his head, visibly relieved that his brother hadn't lost his humor.