Some day

Fighter of men.

Run.

The word rang through my head over and over, my eyes scanned the crowd for Harry, but to no avail. George's hand was clamped firmly around my wrist, and I turned to him, nodding at him as I whipped my wand out of my hair, letting the long golden locks fall to my shoulders. He let go of my wrist, but grabbed my face in his hand before I could turn to fight.

"I love you." I grinned and kissed him firmly.

"I know." He grinned back and took out his own wand, running into the mess of people.

I grabbed Lupin by the wrist as he went bounding past and sternly said, "Get Harry the hell out of here." he nodded and ran off, shooting off spells at the edges of the tent.

I shot off a few spells myself, hitting a few different death eaters who fell with satisfying thunks. I was dueling Barty Crouch Jr. when some one grabbed my shoulder roughly, I felt the sickening feeling of sidelong apparation till we landed in a cozy house in god knows where. I spun as soon as my feet hit the wood floors, pointing my wand strait at the gingers heart.

"Charlie?" I asked, lowering my wand and sticking it behind my ear. "What the bloody hell, Charlie?" I spat, crossing my arms with a bewildered expression.

"Sit down, I'll make tea." he answered, wiping his hands on his pants.

"I don't want tea, I want you to tell me why the bloody hell you brought me here." I shot, putting my hands on my hips, he chuckled, and nodded his head.

"I can see why George likes you, firey, you don't take any bull. He should be here any minute..." I sucked in a breath, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Charlie Weasley, I want to know why you brought me here right now."

He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking out the window, "Lupin caught me and told me to get you out of there. You do realize that the Death Eaters weren't only after Harry right? He wants you dead too, you were there the night he died too, you do understand that right?"

I huffed out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. "Yes Charlie, I do realize that, every single day of my life, but I want to fight, just like every one else. He's after the order too, but they don't disappear when things get tough, do they? Also, I don't quite think that it was just Lupin that wanted me out of there, I believe that a certain red headed Weasley wearing a gold ring wanted me out of there too."

He nodded, "He told me not to tell you that he was the one who sent me. Told me that you'd completely lose it on him for undermining you."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, setting my hands on my hips, "Well, he was right." there was a resounding crack as George apparated into the house, sporting a nasty bruise across his cheek and limping a bit.

"George Fabian Weasley, how dare you undermine me and send me away." I yelled, giving him my best Black family glare, crossing my arms across my chest and jutting out my chin a bit.

"Firey that one is." Charlie stated and George shook his head,

"Just like her father, mannerisms and all." he replied, mimicking a glare and jutting out his chin dramatically. "And that famous Black glare, I believe I've seen your father, Tonks, and even Malfoy use that one." he continued. I rolled my eyes and stalked off towards the kitchen, tossing "Don't think I won't make you sleep on the couch." over my shoulder, which seemed to shut him up a bit.

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We got home to find the whole of the Weasley family in our living room, half asleep on chairs and on the floor. I automatically knew Harry was missing, I couldn't feel his presence anywhere, Ron and Hermione we're gone too, but someone else was missing, and I couldn't quite place it.

"Where's Fred?" George asked automatically knowing his twin wasn't in the room. A worried expression slipped on to his face, and he reached for my hand instinctively. Bill nodded to the dining room, where, upon further inspection, Fred was promptly spread out on the table, snoring quite loudly. "Bloody he- Fred, get up." George commanded, sounding a bit like his mother, when he didn't budge, George promptly grabbed a glass of water and poured it on his face. I shook my head, walking into the living room to get the Weasleys situated for the night.

"Okay, we have two guest rooms, and our own room, which Molly and Arthur can take, Bill and Fleur, take the guest room on the right, Remus and Tonks, the one on the left, umm, Ginny, Fred, Percy, erm, Ginny you take the couch, George, Percy, we'll make you beds on the floor, I guess, unless you'd like to sleep at Charlie's." I finished, counting off on my fingers. "I'll sleep at Charlie's" Percy grumbled, apparently not up to the task of sleeping on the floor, I knew it was much more, but as much as I wanted to scream at him, the hurt look on Molly's face struck me scilent. Mrs. Weasley is one of the bravest and most enduring women I've ever known, and it hurt me more than suprised me to see her hurt like this.

"Okay." I said simply, instead of yelling, instead of telling him off for hurting the most brave woman I've ever known in my whole life, for throwing away to the realationship of an amazing mother, in which I never had. I never got the love of a mother, and he was just throwing it away like nothing, I wanted to scream, to cry, to tell her it'd be alright, but I didn't, I just went to the cabinet to get blankets, and when I came back he was gone, as was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, leaving the rest of the family to stand around aimlessly.

After everyone was settled, I walked outside, grabbing a cup of tea and pulling one of George's coziest sweaters. He was standing out in the garden, shivering a bit, it was turning to fall and snowflakes had started to appear, melting on his freckled face and mingling with his warm tears. I sat down the tea, wrapping my arms around him from behind in a attempt to comfort and warm him. He hastily wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, turning to me as if to hug me. I stopped him before he could, watching as a tear slid down his face.

"No need to hide your tears from me. If anyone's gonna wipe them away it'll be me, tell me what's wrong, you're upset, but I'm not sure about what situation." I said, letting him drop to the cold ground and going with him. "I know you don't want me to say it's gonna be okay, because, I honestly don't know if it will be, and I'm not going to lie to you." I whispered into his hair as sobs racked his body.

"I always thought our family was so strong, so put together, but now, everythings falling apart. Ron's gone, Percy is being, well, Percy. Mom's totally losing it, I mean, we can't even have a wedding without getting interupted. This war is killing our family, I'm scared Elizabeth, I just want my family back to how it was, strong, in sync, back to when we cared for eachother." he rambled through sobs.

"I know, I know, shh." I whispered, stroking his scarlet hair softly, in an effort to comfort not only him, but myself. "You know, at least you got that, I was raised by people who didn't want me, or Harry, they abused me, mentally and physically, locked me in closets, starved me, I went days without food at some points, but when I came here, you're family showed me what love really looked like, and I knew, in that moment, this was a family, not the Dursleys, they're just pretending to have a perfect, kosher life." he nodded into my chest, then looked up, meeting my tear stained eyes with his own.

"Elizabeth, I love you, more than you can ever imagine, and I want us to have a family, a wonderfull, big, chaotic family, but I don't want to raise a child in this type of world, one with war, and hate, and deceit, okay?" he said, sitting up fully and holding my hand in a death grip.

"Me either, I don't want a child raised like I was." he nodded, and we laid back, looking up at the stars as the snow fell on our red noses, but melted on our warm bodies, bodies intertwined, bodies and souls made for eachother, and together they will be, always.

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Em<3