❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XXXVIII. THE HAPPIEST YEAR
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"It's impossible to acclimate
Every time we talk, we understate"
WAKING UP TO THE SIGHT of the hospital wing had never been tranquil up until now. The battle in the Department of Mysteries had completely taken everything out of her — there, she had not only lost her energy and sense of security but also someone who had took her in when she was in need. Marjorie blinked blearily, the events of the previous night crashing back with a force that left her breathless.
Sirius was gone.
And everything after that passed like a blur. All she remembered was Sirius passing through that veil, never reappearing; she barely recalled what happened to Harry after that, but she vaguely remembered him chasing someone before she had lost all her blood and blacked out.
As she tried to piece together the fragmented memories, a deep ache settled in her chest. The reality of Sirius's absence weighed heavily on her, making it difficult to breathe. She looked around the hospital wing, her eyes scanning the familiar, sterile environment that now felt so foreign and cold. She sat up slowly, wincing as pain shot through her limbs. Her body was covered in bruises, each one a testament to the ferocity of the battle they had fought.
"You're finally awake!"
Marjorie head ached for a moment before she realised it was Neville's voice. She registered around her and saw that everyone was here, conscious, which was a stark difference than how they left the Ministry. On either side of her laid Hermione and Ron; Ginny, whose ankle seemed to have been mended, was cured up at the foot of Hermione's bed; Neville, whose nose had likewise been returned to its normal size and shape, was in a chair on her side; and Luna was sat at the foot of Marjorie's bed, seemingly reading her magazine upside down. Harry was also there, eyes looking tired, but he sat at the chair in between hers and Ron's bed.
She blinked. "How... how long was I out?"
"Not long," told Ron, looking mighty healthier than the delirious one she remembered him being back at the Ministry.
"Madam Pomfrey said you lost a lot of blood and was amazed that you were conscious for a long while during the battle, but she reckon it's because of adrenaline," said Hermione as she was reading an article from the Daily prophet.
Oh. Marjorie's lips parted slightly before she nodded, registering what he said. However, she couldn't help but linger her gaze on Harry, who had been nothing but silent.
