❝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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LXXIII. TESTAMENTS OF A WISE MAN
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"Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats
Darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go"
THE MORNING OF THE 31ST dawned with a faint, hopeful glow filtering through the curtains of Ginny's room. For Marjorie, today wasn't just any other day — it was Harry's seventeenth birthday. As she stirred awake, her thoughts straddled the line between a soldier of war and a teenager. Amidst everything, she was first and foremost a teenager with an important agenda.
Today was Harry's day.
Stretching in the warmth of her blankets, Marjorie couldn't help but smile to herself. She knew Harry didn't make a fuss about birthdays, least of all his own. That had always been the last of his concerns, especially with everything going around. But to Marjorie, Harry's birthday was more than just a date on the calendar — it was a chance to celebrate him. Even if he didn't think he deserved to be celebrated.
Slipping out of bed, she hurried freshened herself up and made her way down to the kitchen she reckoned there was no need to be quiet as the sound of murmurs from downstairs meant that most of the inhabitants within the Burrow was wide awake. Was Harry awake? A part of her was hoping no so she was able to be the first one to wish him, but then again, knowing Ron, he would beat her to it, so just accepting defeat and have breakfast first was better.
It was days such as these in which Marjorie felt a semblance of normalcy, a reminder of the fact that they weren't truly adults, just a bunch of teenagers forced to grow up. It was rare, but it was there, and damn to anyone who tries to ruin it.
"Has Harry come down?" Marjorie asked jitterily, bouncing by the balls of her feet as she stole Percy's waffle. The kitchen was piled with presents on the table as Percy, Bill, and Monsieur Delacour were finishing their breakfasts, while Mrs. Weasley stood chatting to them over the frying pan.
"Hey!"
"Not yet, dear —"
But just then, Harry and Ron emerged from the staircase. Peculiarly, Harry's eyes were slightly red, but he had a wide smile on his face.
"Arthur told me to wish you a happy seventeenth, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley, beaming at him, while Ron rounded toward Marjorie "He had to leave early for work, but he'll be back for dinner."
"Poked his eyes," snorted Ron, snatching the waffle that Marjorie had stolen from Percy.
