❝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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XCIII. AN OATH TO LIFE
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"I make a fist, I'll make it count
And there are places I will never ever go"
LIFE AT BILL AND FLEUR'S cottage was as calming as it had first been when she and Ron visited the place the first time. Nothing had truly changed about it since then; it still stood alone on a cliff overlooking the sea like, its walls were still embedded with shells and whitewashed, and it was most definitely still a lonely and beautiful place just like Crescent Cottage.
It was truly funny really. Both times in which she visited the place, she would always end up arriving half-dead. But perhaps it was part of the charm of it all, along the constant ebb and flow of the sea that was so calming that it gave the illusion of a world of peace, where there weren't really at war.
Of course, Marjorie knew better than that. But that didn't stop her from relishing the days spent; most of her days were spent within the bedroom given to her and Hermione for recovery, as well as for Luna for slumber. Hermione was easily as good as new, but the same couldn't be said for Marjorie; she was bedridden. It would've felt lonely if it weren't for the fact that Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Dean would accompany her.
There was also Harry, but he would appear distant and many of his time was spent it in the garden on his own, overlooking the cliff, as if in deep thought. Whenever he did come by to accompany Marjorie, there seemed to be a look of enormity, which she didn't doubt was rooted to his decision on not racing against Voldemort to get the Elder Wand, which now had apparently been successfully possessed by Voldemort.
She would be lying if she were to say that she didn't find it odd that Harry had chose to not act. It wasn't like him at all; he usually would want to go head on no matter how dangerous it was. This abnormality of him not wanting to race Voldemort for the wand indeed weirded out not only her, but Harry himself.
His decision somehow still scared him. He could not remember, ever before, choosing not to act. He was full of doubts, doubts that Ron could not help voicing whenever they were together.
"What if Dumbledore wanted us to work out the symbol in time to get the wand?" "What if working out what the symbol meant made you 'worthy' to get the Hallows?" "Harry, if that really is the Elder Wand, how the hell are we supposed to finish off You-Know-Who?"
Harry had no answers: There were moments when he wondered whether it had been outright madness not to try to prevent Voldemort breaking open the tomb. He could not even explain satisfactorily why he had decided against it: Every time he tried to reconstruct the internal arguments that had led to his decision, they sounded feebler to him.
