Stronger for You

Chp. 29 Far away from home

Author's Note:

I'm terrible. I know. My absence has lost a lot of readers' interest in the story, for which I'm sad but understanding about. However, I'm hoping that with this new semester I'll have a little more time to edit the remainder of the story and put up chapters as I go.

Tiger Eyes is faltering, but I shan't give up. I've just forgotten exactly what I was going to do for the ending and I need to find my notes for that. Somewhere... 

Anywho, I hope you guys appreciate this little comeback! <3 

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Honesty: what a refreshing slap in the face it is.” – Timmothy M. Brenner

Jacky’s P.o.V.

I stumble slightly as we land. Lupin hugs me tightly before disapparating away to wherever he and Tonk’s had gone. I understood his concern and haste; she was getting pretty hefty.

“Jacky?” I turn to find Bill standing in front of a quaint little cottage with Fleur behind him.

“They’re doing searches of the Order houses and this is the only safe place to go.” I explain slowly, waiting for the questions.

“What animal did Jacky turn into at my wedding?” He asks, pointing his wand at my face.

“A tiger” He lowers it and Fleur comes around to pull me into a hug. I wince slightly as her delicate arms brush the bruises along my own and she pulls back, her eyes widening as she looks into my face.

“What did ze death eaters do to you?” She demands, her voice going high. I shake my head and start for the house.

“It wasn’t them. There was an incident at the house last night.” I say casually, trying to beat around the bush. She sits me down at the table, pushing an empty plate and other bowls full of food towards me.

“I’m sorry to intrude on your Christmas.” I apologize, noticing their own plates. I tense up as I see a third. “Who else is here?” I hear movement from the living room, or what I believe is the living room, and stand up as a figure walks in slowly.

“Hey there Jacky.” My jaw drops at the sight of the haggard redhead, thin and looking as if he needed a few months of sleep.

“Ron! Where are the others? Where have you all been?” I berate him as I squeeze the crap out of his waist. He huffs and holds me close before pulling away. I catch the look in his eyes before slapping him firmly in the face. “You fool. You didn’t.” I growl. He lowers his eyes to the ground, his face heating up. “Why? What reason could ever be good enough for you to abandon them?!” I yell, throwing my wand against his shirt. It starts to singe and he backs up frantically.

“She chose him!” I growl and whack him repeatedly with my hands; they weren’t good hits because of my irritating weakness.

“You are the most idiotic twat alive, Ronald Weasley! Godric, how can you be so stupid? Seriously, Hermione choosing Harry? Are you so daft or do you have nargles flying around you?” I shriek at him. He fends off my fists, looking around for help. Bill and Fleur are at the table, holding hands as they eat. Ron sighs and drops his hands.

“I wanted to go back the second I left. Their protective charms are too strong and they move every other day, I can’t find them.” I glare at him.

“Harry has been in love with Ginny since fifth year and there has been nothing but friendship between him and Hermione. For her, it has always been you.” I take a deep breath and sag against the door frame, feeling for Hermione. “Always, Ron.” He’s redder than red again, his eyes full of misery.