𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC) - Full Series

[007] CHAPTER 26 - SWEATER WEATHER

"and what i think about: one love, two mouths. one love, one house."|| the neighbourhood

Louis Lupin

We are criminals.

Technically, we only are according to the Ministry of Magic—which is currently infiltrated by the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters, but our names are on every newspaper and every Wizarding Radio. They want us all dead.

There has been no word on if they want anything to do with Makayla and Mattheo. I can only wonder if they know what they are really doing or if they are just protecting their children—but I doubt that to be likely. To be honest, I don't think they ever cared if their children lived or died. They probably did for a moment—maybe eighteen years ago, but that was nearly two decades ago.

They are all evil now.

We are criminals.

And we're walking straight into a criminal-free zone.

The second that we put even a toe on Hogsmeade soil, everyone will know that we are there. They will come to find us and they will kill us. I'd like to make it to my wedding, but I am starting to worry that luck won't be on our side this time around.

"You okay?"

I'm frozen at the sound of her voice. It's so soft and so considerate. If I were eleven right now, I'd think she were hexed. But she isn't hexed. That love, that caring warmth that radiates from her chest really is for me. She really does love me. And I don't know how to handle it.

Slowly, I turn to face her, terrified of what she could possibly be thinking. My shoulders are tensed tightly together to the point that it's almost painful. Keep your guard up, I tell myself. Don't let her know that you're worried. Stay strong.

A small, broken smile spreads across my face. "Yeah," I whisper out the lie, careful not to speak loud enough so I don't cringe at my own lie. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Why?"

"You were staring out at the ocean," she mutters, standing next to me. "It looked like you were lost in thought... So I was just wondering..."

When I meet her eyes, I feel an overwhelming sense of dread. Her face is beautiful as always and she is beautiful as always. Every inch of her is perfect to the point that I wonder how she even exists. How can someone so wonderful be wearing the ring that I gave to her as her engagement ring?

I get lost in her eyes.

It's almost an instinct—I just can't help it. Her eyes are the eyes of the ocean, coming to swallow me whole. They remind me that I am living. That there is life on this godforsaken planet. They remind me to be strong, to be brave, to be everything I'm not. To be good enough for her.

The dread in my stomach takes me back to Sixth Year, right before Jordyn and Sirius died. The memory is almost too vivid for it to have been two years ago. It still feels like it happened yesterday. And it floods my daydreams and fuels my nightmares. I can't escape it.

I follow Makayla as she walks through the tall aisles of glowing orbs. They're just like the crystal balls that we use in Divination class, but actually real.

Then I can hardly believe it.

Makayla and I stop abruptly at the same time as we stare at, what we can only imagine, be the same crystal balls—but this time, one of them has my name while the other has hers.

She points at the one with my name plastered on it like some sort of prize. "There's one with your name on it..."

Time seems to has frozen as we both reach for our own designated crystal balls. It's a mere guess that these blueish white balls are a glimpse into our future—prophecies.