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Life started off complicated for young Eleanor Ross after being born to a muggle mother while showing her magical capabilities at an early age. Growing up in a household where her mot...
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The next morning, Arthur had all the teenagers wake from their slumber with the anticipation of leaving the campsite as soon as possible to bring them back to The Burrow. As Eleanor lifted her head up from the slight shake of her shoulder, she noticed that she had fallen asleep still in Fred's lap. One of his arms was wrapped loosely around her waist, and as she moved in the slightest, Fred turned to face her. For several seconds, there were mere inches from each other's faces, as everyone around them started to move about.
She remembered how Fred had taken to running his fingers through her hair, soothing her headache until she had fallen asleep. And despite the traumatic experience from the night before, she had managed to get some rest. Leaning forward, Eleanor took advantage of his sleepy state before placing a kiss on his forehead, silently thanking him for everything he had done. Immediately, his eyes opened wide, and he seemed more than alert as she picked herself up from his lap to stretch. She made her way over to Cedric to see how he was doing, and even though he was still tired, he forced a smile to his lips, obviously ready to go home.
Arthur called all of them to follow eventually, so they could make their way towards the portkeys. In passing, Eleanor saw one of the muggles from the night before, Mr Roberts, as they passed the door of his cottage. He stood there looking completely dazed, a blank stare in his eyes before he lifted up his hand to wave at them and wish them a "Merry Christmas." Eleanor felt her jaw clench, the onset of irritation returning rather quickly, knowing that the Ministry had done nothing more but probably obliviate the poor man and his family.
"He'll be all right," Arthur said, "Sometimes when a person's memory's modified, it makes them a bit disorientated for a while ... and that was a big thing they had to make him forget."
That offered, little to no comfort to Eleanor. Sure, it was nice that the family wouldn't remember the traumatic experience of being hoisted into the air and treated like puppets, by Death Eaters. However, since none of the Death Eaters had been caught, it seemed like little justice had been served. Instead, the Roberts family was left disoriented after being harassed and people would probably just forget about it afterwards.
As they approached an old rubber tyre, Arthur had them gather around to take the portkey back to Stoatshead Hill. The sun had barely risen above the horizon as they were to walk all the way back to Ottery St Catchpole. No one said a word to one another, perhaps all too exhausted to keep a light conversation. Eleanor didn't even notice that she was slowing down and falling behind as she kept her eyes focused on the ground ahead of her. Every so often, she would nearly walk off the path before directing herself to fall back into line,
However, at one point, she stopped walking because someone came to block her path. Lifting her head up, Eleanor offered a small smile as Fred looked awfully concerned. She was about to ask him if he was alright, until he turned, offering her to climb on so he could carry the rest of the way to The Burrow.
