Voltaic Falling

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Birds chirped and the smell of the ocean breeze soon made its way to her nose. She stretched feeling much better after almost being rammed by her powers. She stood up, hearing Bill curse before turning on the kitchen. Beatrice smirked jokingly. Bill would always his mother's son, and Molly made sure food was always present at their table despite their economic difficulties. 

She inspected the room, soon her eyes settled in the small balcony that had an ocean view. The wooden chairs were draped with her father's old robes. She smiled and her heart wrenched. Every little detail of this house was thought out. 

She wasn't mad that Bill had taken her to Shell Cottage. She was glad that there was a little bit of Cedric in the house as she passed through framed pictures of the pair, their family, and, occasionally one of her and Cedric dancing at the Yule Ball. She inspected the three small guest rooms that were yet to be adorned. There was one room that particularly snatched her attention. 

She pushed the wooden door open to find a potions lab of sorts. She smiled as she saw the picture framed at the desk. She traced in gently. It was her father and her. Tears ran freely down her face when she realized that all along she had been wrong. The Auror job wasn't suited for her. She was so in love with the idea of being an Auror because she wanted to follow her mother's footsteps. She grew up thinking her father was a rotten and evil man, but everything changed when Sirius himself told her about him. 

All along, her father was the unsung hero. The man who had figured out Voldemort's secret, the man who protected his family at all costs, and the man who gave his life to bring down Voldemort, even if other people thought otherwise. She realized that all along, her passion rested on potions. She always loved it, and almost found it freeing for her. She inhaled in contempt and closed the door. 

Part of her died with Cedric. The part that wanted to be a hero died. She didn't need to be the hero for everyone because they wanted. She wanted to be her own hero. She wanted to be loved despite and not because. 

She climbed down the stairs as she found a Bill with a screeching kettle and a burning smell of bacon. She smiled as he saw his flowered print apron. She launched herself on his back. The man yelped and grabbed a hold of her legs. He laughed as he felt small kisses being littered in his neck. When the woman finally got down, she pressed her lips to a surprised Bill. He definitely did not expect an excited Tris. 

"C'mon Will. I feel just fine. This house, it's amazing. This is everything I've ever wanted. Let me guess, did Sirius help you with the decoration? I love it."

The red-haired laugh and said, "I did not even know of this house until yesterday morning. Remus and Sirius helped me set this up for you. They brought some trinkets and stuff, I took care of making it feel like home for you. Hell, even Charlie came to help me for an hour or two. He made sure our bedroom felt as cozy as the Gryffindor Common Room, he also brought the green dragonhide. Oh, and the potions lab I did was because I thought it would help you. I saw Regulus's photo in Walburga's room and I might have read some of his diaries. Blimey, he was a master at potions, even better than Snape".

She laughed at his enthusiasm. She reached once again and enveloped him in a passionate kiss. She truly did not deserve Bill Weasley. After having the best meal of their lives, despite the burnt bacon and stiff eggs, she ran outside still in her nightgown with Bill hot in her trail. 

She smiled in glee as Bill grabbed her waist and spun her around mercilessly in the wet sand. She took his face on both of her hands and reached for a kiss, but pushed him inside the salty water. 

Bill let out a not so manly shriek as his body was swallowed by the almost freezing water. He laughed so hard his insides hurt but asked his girlfriend for help. As she took his hand, the woman was pulled down to the water, shrieking at the temperature. The man took a stray strand of her black hair and tucked it in her ear.