Hallies pov.
a few weeks after Bill and Fluers, beautiful, yet tragic, wedding, things are sort of back to normal. we're still in our same routine. I'm stocking shelves, the twins are running the place, and Sage is working the register.
but, things do feel a little darker.
we have gotten word from Harry, Hermione and Ron, they're okay but they're going to try and stay away, which basically means stay into hiding. we don't think anyone knows yet that Ron and Hermione are there alongside Harry, so nobody has gone for any of the Weasleys or Hermiones family.
but, we're all still on high alert, because, any moment they could find the three of them, which is what we don't want, but it could happen, as scary as it sounds.
this is our life now, living on high alert of anything and everything.
thankfully, the Weasley family is okay as well. Bill and Fluer live off at Shell Cottage, and the Weasley family are living in the Burrow still. but, they're all definitely looking out for anything more to come...
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that night i was stocking shelves when i heard the rush of footsteps fumbling down the stairs.
i whip around to see George in a panicked state.
"Hallie... we need to go" he says out of breath, his wand in hand.
"whats going on?" i ask.
"there's no time to explain" he hands me my wand, my heart feels like it's thumping out of my chest.
"we just have to get out of here" George rushes around the place, turning out the lights and double checking the locks on the windows and doors.
i think i know what's going on, i didn't think it would be happening right now...
the Deatheaters have found out that Ron is with Harry, which means they'll come after the whole Weasley family. which also means my life is in danger.
"what about Sage and Fred?" i ask. George strides over to me, grabbing my hand into his. his palms sweaty.
"they've already left... hold on tight" he says. i don't have enough time to mentally prepare myself to apparate.
i see everything swirl around in my vision, my stomach feeling queasy, my feet lifting off the ground. i don't know if i'll ever get used to the feeling. i didn't even have time to pack anything. there's not even a chance we won't come back to the place being ransacked.
my feet hit the hard surface. i stumble a little then find my footing.
i swallow the feeling of needing to vomit and look around. we're right outside a building of flats that i know awfully well.
the sky is dark, making it hard to see, besides the warm street lamps that keep flickering on and off. the breeze making goosebumps race along my skin.
George keeps hold of my hand as we walk over to enter into one of the building. we both walk up the stairs, my feet know exactly where to go.
flat number 23. i stare at the door, waiting for George to make his way up. he comes behind me and fishes a key from out of his pocket, quickly he unlocks the door. it swings open, i stare into it, then slowly step inside. George flips on the light, making me squint at how bright it is.
it's Serenity's place...
a few weeks ago when we were making plans for every possible outcome of things to happen, i remember thinking that if George and I ever needed a safe place, Serenity's place would be perfect. i never thought we would actually need it.
George comes up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder, i flinch.
"you okay?" he asks. i shake myself out of the weird hazy state i feel that i'm in.
"yeah.." i reply, looking around.
George gives my shoulder a squeeze and walks around the place. he's never been here before.
"we should.. get some sleep" i say, walking over to the living room, where i grab the neatly folded blankets from the couch.
there's a guest bedroom that i used to stay in so we don't have to sleep on the couch.
George follows me to the room. it's weird being here when my sister isn't, seeing the dust collected on things she would be using right now.
George and I pull the sheets back and both get into bed. he pulls of his shirt, and gets comfortable. and there was no way i was sleeping in jeans, so i just took them off, folding them neatly over a chair.
George turns the lights off with a flick of his wand and we both lay silently in the darkness for a while, trying to get comfortable. i didn't think either of us would get a wink of sleep. my mind was running through all the circumstances right now. the danger that the whole Weasley family is even, even more so Harry and the others. to be honest i'm scared. it all feels so real.
"where did Sage and Fred go?" i ask. pulling my mind out the spiral.
"my Aunt Muriel's with the rest of the family."
"we could have gone too.." i say.
"it's okay, there's enough people there already. i don't think we'd be doing a favor" he laughs a little. making a small smile stretch across my lips. i wonder if anyone would think to check my sisters place.
i hear him rustling in the bed. i slowly turn over and can see the figure of him lying on his side from the light that seeps through the cracks in the curtains.
"how do you feel.. being here?" he asks, his voice just above a whisper, even though it's just us two here. i feel his hand rub up and down my arm.
i sigh, staring at the curtains behind him. i wonder if he can see me.
"it's weird.." i say. then hesitate.
"what?" he asks.
"i just.." i can feel my throat tightening up, my eyes stinging. i close my eyes and swallow harshly but it doesn't make anything better.
"..i miss her a lot." my voice breaks.
i listen to him shuffling then i feel his arms wrap around me, i open my eyes and press my cheek against his chest, letting the tears roll down my face. i bite at my lip to conceal my sobs.
he runs his hand along my hair. i listen to his heart thumping in his chest, letting him warm my cold skin.
"i'm sorry." he says. i don't reply, i think if i do i'll just start sobbing and i won't be able to stop.
George holds me for a while. we lay there in silence as he runs his hand through my hair repeatedly, soothing me. calming my aching heart.
i don't know if there will ever be a way to fix the hole that i feel in my heart from missing her. i thought over time George would do that for me, but i realize the pain will never really go away, i'll just slowly learn how to live with it.
as George begins to fall asleep, his hand stops caressing my hair and he rests it on my back. i snuggle closer into him, closing my eyes and inhaling his scent to help me drift to a comfortable slumber.
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okay. i'm so so sorry for disappearing! i've been having writers block and there's so much going on in my life right now, i just forget all about writing. i feel like the story might be pretty boring right now, but i promise i'm going to try and get back into it as much as i can! -Jane
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