❝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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LXXII. BRIEF NORMALITY
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"Moving slowly, tracking laughter through the trees
The sound of the safety that's evaded me"
HARRY DIDN'T LEAVE THROUGHOUT THE whole night of the next few ones either. Instead, Ron made it a point to ensure Harry slept before he himself turned in — at least, that was what Ron had been telling over breakfasts anyway. Marjorie wasn't sure if that was true, or he just overexaggerating it, but needless to say, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of relief whenever Harry emerged from the staircase, his tired but reassuring smile a balm amidst the lingering tension in the house.
Though, can't say that there was hardly anything to smile about these days. After all, just few days back, they lost Mad-Eye, and the shock was still lingering over the house. Admittedly, though Marjorie didn't know much about Moody, she didn't why, but she sometime expected to see him stumping in through the back door like the other Order members, who passed in and out to relay news, would. Harry felt that nothing but action would assuage his feelings of guilt and grief and that he ought to set out on his mission to find and destroy Horcruxes as soon as possible.
"Well, you can't do anything about the" — Ron mouthed the word Horcruxes — "till you're seventeen. You've still got the Trace on you. And we can plan here as well as anywhere, can't we? Or," he dropped his voice to a whisper, "d'you reckon you already know where the You-Know-Whats are?"
"No," Harry admitted.
"It's going to be difficult, you know? Finding them? Knowing more things about them aside from the obvious? There are hardly any books about You-Know-What for a reason," said Marjorie irritably, playing with her sausage.
"But I think Hermione's been doing a bit of research," said Ron. "She said she was saving it for when you two got here."
They were sitting at the breakfast table; Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Percy had just left for work. Mrs. Weasley had gone upstairs to wake Hermione and Ginny, and Anya was out in the yard, feeding the chickens, while Fleur had drifted off to take a bath.
"The Trace'll break on the thirty-first," said Harry. "That means I only need to stay here four days. Then I can —"
"Five days," Ron corrected him firmly. "We've talked about this before when you tried to run away already. We've got to stay for the wedding. They'll kill us if we miss it."
Marjorie pursed her lips. "They" meant Fleur and Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, don't give me that look. It's just one extra day," said Ron, when Harry looked mutinous.
