Hallies pov.
i breathe in a deep breath and open my eyes, the smell of bacon and eggs fill my lungs and i smile. i stretch out into the warm bed and for a moment i forget about everything going on... i enjoy the sunlight that peers through the curtains, the cold sheets that wrap around my body. then i remember that my life is currently in danger. and now it's hard for me to enjoy the moment.
i get out of bed and brush my teeth and hair then head out into the hall. i hear the soft humming of George. when i turn the corner into the kitchen i see him plating eggs.
"good morning" i say with a yawn. he looks up. a smile immediately stretching across his face.
"morning" he says, walking over to me.
he wraps his arms around me, i melt into his warm chest as he kisses the top of my head.
"i've made some breakfast" he hums. we pull from the hug and he hands me a plate, we both sit down in the living room.
the curtains are drawn shut, we would open them if we could, but we aren't taking any chances of being caught by DeathEaters.
we both sit in silence as we eat. i think we're still trying to wrap our heads around the situation. i've had anxiety on how Harry and them are doing all night.
George takes our empty plates and i watch him whilst he washes the dishes.
"is there really nothing we can do?" i ask as i watch him dry the two plates.
he puts them back into the cupboard then turns to look at me, leaning his back against the counter as he dries his hands with a tiny towel.
he shakes his head. "no.. i wish there was."
he comes over and sits next to me on the sofa. he wraps his arms gently around me, pulling me close, inhaling my scent. i rest my head on his chest. i have a feeling this will be the last calm moment for the both of us in this time.
he rests his chin on my head, using his hand to stroke my head.
"we'll be okay" he whispers.
i nod slightly and close my eyes, leaning farther into his captivating scent.
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i'm sat reading a book in the guest room, the curtains closed, the only thing lighting the room is the dull lamp in the corner.
i hear Georges footsteps down the hall and then the door opens. i look up at his frantic face, he's holding a letter in his hand.
"what is it?" i ask, setting the book down. he sits down on the bed next to me, his eyes skim the letter then he looks up at me.
"Harry, Hermione and Ron have escaped Malfoy Manner.." he says eerily. the thought of them being there sounds horrific. i cant imagine the trauma they've faced being in that demeaning place.
"and.." i ask, begging him to continue.
"they've showed up at Shell Cottage with Bill and Fluer..." he says, his eyes glance back down at the letter.
"...and Dobbys died..." he says.
i frown, shaking my head. it shouldn't have to be like this. i know Harry's probably so hurt right now.
"but, they aren't done. they still want to defeat..." he pauses and looks at me. i nod in understanding. there's no way he'll risk saying the name.
it's not like i suspected them to give up, none of us did. even if it was something we wanted for their safety.
i knew they wouldn't be done. because quite frankly, none of us wanted to let Voldemort win. i would risk my life to help Harry defeat him. if it meant letting everyone else live their lives without the worry of dark magic or a Dark Lord.
"is that it?" i ask. he shakes his head.
"they've already left Shell Cottage to find something in Bellatrix' vault" he says, then sets the parchment down, i look at it to see the swirly messy cursive.
"at least they're somewhat safe" i say and relax back into the bed. George sighs and crawls into bed next to me.
"i get it" he says, i look at him with furrowed brows
"it's hard to sit here and not help.. but i fear there's nothing we can do until they say they need us.." he hums, relaxing into the bed.
i stare up at the ceiling fan, watching the blurry blades wave by. i sigh.
"maybe.. we can just mentally prepare ourselves. you don't know what might happen when it comes down to killing him." i haven't even said the name Voldemort, yet even making hints to who i'm referring to feels like something vile falling from my lips.
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