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April 12: Argue
Day 12 of @hinnymicrofic
She’s arguing with her mother, equal parts terrified and furious, trying to get her to see reason, when she feels him walk up behind them.
Their reunion certainly isn’t what she’d fantasized about since he left - Harry’s only looked at her once since she arrived. Rather than happy, he’d looked haunted to see her, like the very sight of her struck fear into his heart.
He appears older, though she can’t pinpoint what about him has aged. Perhaps it’s that he holds himself like an adult, now, commanding some sort of attention and respect without asking for it. But the dark circles beneath his eyes and the frequent journey his hands take through his hair points to a bone deep exhaustion and a steep toll that the past year has taken.
She needs to fight with her family, with him. Her mother can’t possibly fail to understand that, can she?
On some level, she recognizes the vague innocence her mother is trying to protect, some ideal notion that children ought not to be involved in wars. Well, they ought not to be, but they are. Ginny is involved. Has been since she was 11, despite the fact that her family seems to conveniently forget it at every opportunity.
Ginny hasn’t forgotten.
The delusion of protecting her from any of this should have been abandoned at the first drop of ink in that cursed diary. How can they expect her to sit back, to watch as everyone she loves puts themselves in danger to fight a battle that is more personal to her than to any of them?
But Mum’s still telling her no, and you can’t, and you’re too young, like fighting a war would be a more reasonable thing to do in three month’s time, so Ginny turns to Harry, hoping to find an ally - that he’ll understand better than anyone the need to act, to protect.
She meets his gaze and her heart sinks into the floor.
He’s looking at her like he’s a marionette and she’s the last string holding him upright, and then he shakes his head.
She only turns away from him when the tears sting.
She can’t believe he’s asking this of her, but it’s the asking that does it. His eyes aren’t saying no; they’re saying please. He’s not telling her she’s incapable, or she’s too young for this; he’s simply begging her to stay out of it. She resents the way she can read his every thought, because perhaps if she couldn’t, if she loved him less, then she could have ignored his silent plea: I can’t do this if you’re here.
His appeal works where no one else’s would have; she’s made friends with the fear in his eyes, has lived with hers since he disappeared from the wedding. She accepts it; doesn’t argue any further. He has a job to do, after all.
He’d better go and do it, then, and come back to her. Because she needs to tell him afterward that it isn’t fucking fair that he’s begged her to protect his heart while hers is pumping frantically in the palm of his hand.
One Last Goodbye
After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry eventually gets around to telling the Weasley’s all that happened in the last year (and longer, let’s be real) and what led him to facing Voldemort alone. When he gets to the part about the Stone, George freezes. When Harry mentions oh so casually that he dropped it somewhere in the woods and left it there, George can’t breathe. When they all go their separate ways that night, George sneaks off enough ways to Disapparate and ends up on the borders of Hogsmeade. He’s trying to be quiet but he’s breathing too loud and his heart is echoing in his head, and he’s sure the sound is leaking from the hole where his ear used to be. And then he’s in the woods and Lumos just isn’t bright enough and he doesn’t know where he’s going but he’s got to try - and suddenly he sees this perfectly sculpted pebble, obsidian black, and he just knows and he picks it up, turns it over -
“Hey Georgie.”
“Fred.”
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