That Goddamn Twinkle - ENZO BERKSHIRE

࣪𖤐 Y5 | 18 . what now?

➵ IT'S TIME TO GO - TAYLOR SWIFT
'That old familiar body ache, the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul. You know when it's time to go.'

Rory woke up in the comfort of her bedroom at Grimmauld Place the next morning. Remus laid across the small sofa in her bedroom, his legs too long. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. Neither of them could be left by themselves last night. Sirius was dead and they were both grieving immensely.

She stood up and crept past her father, not wanting to wake him up. He needed his rest more than ever. Rory's heart palpated as she heard voices in the kitchen downstairs.

Pretty much everyone was already awake. Relieved, she continued her route downstairs. As soon as she reached the bottom step, she was brought into a hug from Victoria. "How'd you sleep, pickle?" she frowned, pulling away and looking Rory in the eye. Honestly, Rory had never slept so well in her life. They didn't get home until two-thirty in the morning.

Once the Ministry arrived, so did the papers. Photos were taken and the Order had rushed all of them out of the Department.

Rory's head pounded as Christopher's hand guided her out of the room. She turned around to make sure Harry and Remus were okay. Remus walked solemnly with his head down, whilst Harry walked beside Dumbledore with his face deadpan.

Photographs were taken left-right-centre and Rory could already smell the newspaper articles being written. There was no way Fudge could pin it on Sirius this time. He saw Voldemort with his own eyes.

Once they had safely left the building, everyone except Neville were all taken to Grimmauld place, despite Rory and Remus' hesitation to do so. They had to go to ensure their safety. Voldemort was unpredictable— especially after the events of last night.

"Brilliantly, actually." Rory almost laughed but she didn't think she had it in her. Victoria sighed and guided Rory into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

Instead of sitting down, the first thing Rory did was hug Harry. He didn't say anything, he just simply hugged her back. They had both suffered a great loss last night, and they needed each other.

Rory thought the worst part about it was how Sirius wouldn't be able to have a proper funeral. There was no body. He was gone. When Cedric died, his funeral gave Rory the chance to speak about him and find comfort in talking to his grave. What was she going to do now?

"What's the plan, then? What's Dumbledore doing about all of this?" Rory asked, sitting at the dining table. Nobody dared asking her if she was okay, or if Remus was, afraid of upsetting her. Rory preferred it that way. The less people mentioned it, the less she thought about it.

"He's busy tackling the press. He's been speaking to Fudge almost all night. We think Fudge has finally come to his senses, now that he saw him." Elizabeth explained.

"What about Sirius?" Rory questioned.

"What about him?" Elizabeth replied.

"Will there be some sort of a funeral? It's the least we deserve after everything."

"I'm afraid not as there's no body to bury, honey."

"I need this though— Harry needs this too. Dad needs this. When Ced died, I got so much closure by having a funeral for him, I just want the same for my dad."

"I'll speak to the others." Arthur added.

"Thank you." Rory smiled. Molly made her a cup of tea, she thanked her and headed into the living room. She took a seat next to her boyfriend, his arm wrapping around her shoulder and giving it a squeeze.