Perfectly Out of Key

Everything I wanted has come to fruition RP || Charity Burbage || 22

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severusthehalfbloodprince​:

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The nudge against their nose was such a playful sign of affection, it made Severus hope that it could become as routine as a kiss for greeting - waking up in the morning to golden hair, playful banter, and wrapped up in each other’s arms. Nothing could get better than that. As long as it’s with good reasons, he let their words echo through his mind. Every reason he could think to stare into those beautiful hues had the best intentions; wanting to get lost and swim within Charity’s eyes. 

Severus Snape was not villain; nor a good man. But he had tried to be better. Tried to help in a cause that was so much greater than himself. Worked towards redemption to help save his soul. A soul torn by jealousy, hatred, sorrow, and guilt - watching innocents die before his eyes. At least, towards the end, it was only those he could not save; doing everything within his grasp and power to change. As Charity pondered over his words, he wondered how in this world she could even think to look at him. After she had begged him to do something; to help save her from those wretched beasts.

Especially now…now when they were all back here. Could their sacrifices have been for nothing? If they were all to return? Shaking the thought away, Severus eyes went to the Dark Mark on his left arm, wishing beyond all hope that he could make it disappear. Their words penetrated his soul and heart deeply, feeling that familiar agony tighten in his chest a bit. Whatever she asked of him, Severus knew he would do it. Just as he had done others’ bidding, he was willing to do anything to prove to her the man he wanted to be; to try and be good enough for her. After all, he had said it the night before. He was hers. Entirely.

“I shall do anything you ask of me, Charity,” Severus’ eyes met theirs, pushing a lock of hair from her face, “Even if it means my life again.”

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There was no way without the help of a potion or memory charm that Charity could ever forget the night that they passed. As much as it haunted them, plagued their dreams, they wouldn’t feel right about losing those memories entirely. Never knowing what happened, having people reference it and not understanding the conversation. She was sure it would come up again at some point, especially since a plethora of people would have to have their memories tampered with for them to not remember. No, Charity would remember that night for the rest of their life. Still, it didn’t mean that she had to hold it over Severus’ head for eternity. Really, she hadn’t held it against him all that much now. Even if he was there for her death, watched as her body hit the table after being struck with a green flash, and did nothing, Charity could hold little to no remorse toward him. 

Even with the mark that stained his skin —yes, she had seen it— Charity still looked at him with admiration. It wasn’t difficult to tell by the way he looked at it, reacted to it’s presence, that he regretted it. How she wished that she could make it go away for him, rid him of the reminder that he once made that choice. Unfortunately, it was permanent. Sighing softly, Charity pulled their eyes away from it, not wanting him to read her thoughts, or misunderstand why she had been looking. Charity didn’t fear Severus, she never had, and to make him sure of that, they tried their hardest to make him feel appreciated, and not like someone who was only capable of making poor choices. 

It struck something in them, though, when Severus said that he would do anything they asked, even if it meant sacrificing their life. A panic set in, almost as if he were ready to go right then and there. Shaking their head, Charity placed a hand on Severus’ cheek, grabbing his attention. They had no idea that he had passed, despite figuring that many people would have died by the end of the war. “No,” they whispered, thumb brushing over the skin. 

“No more lives lost, volunteered or not. I won’t have that.” Charity let out a shaky breath, controlling their breathing as it started to regulate once again. “Please, promise me this first,” they requested. “Stay alive.”

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ameliajbones​:

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Amelia smiled softly, stating with a gentle chuckle, “Well, hoping is the first step. If you don’t have hope, then I don’t think there’s much else you can do. But hope is a start, and from there, I believe anything is possible.” Perhaps it was too much of a sunny disposition and outlook for the moment, but Amelia needed it. She needed to believe that she could save her brother and friends, she needed to believe she could keep them safe this time, and not live a life alone.

Her smile widened even more and she bounced slightly on her heels as Charity said they knew as well. “Thank merlin, honestly,” She chuckled, before gesturing to the papers again, moving to spread them out once more and gesture to some notebooks. “So, basically this is everything that I can remember that happened, along with what others have told me they remember happening, I’m compiling everything that I can so that we have as much information as possible to work with,” She babbled out, before pausing and looking up at Charity.

“It’s a lot, and there are things I don’t know and others don’t know, and I’m not sure how much help it can be, but I thought if we knew as much as we could, then we could use that information to somehow keep the bad things from happening, and to know what to do to stop him sooner, and do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe this time,” She took a deep breath, “Because I’m determined to make sure we can do that.”

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Charity knew that going to Amelia was the right idea. They had started to lose hope, and that there was where the problem had started. Hope was such a fragile thing, especially these days, that if one wasn’t careful enough it could slip through ignorant fingers and be lost for good. At least, that was how it felt for them. They wanted to be hopeful, but it didn’t seem likely in the past few weeks. It would have been easy to claim that Amelia was just putting on a brave face, but Charity truly believed they meant what they said. Hope was the first step. 

Despite the fact that Amelia seemed more... dare she say, elated, than the others this go around, Charity tried not to comment on it. In an odd twist of fate, it was refreshing to see someone with a positive outlook on this. They had spent far too long already crying about things that didn’t even seem to matter anymore, so they might as well join in the cause to fix the problems. Even though they seemed to have a lot of information, Charity was not unaware that it was likely the other side remembered everything too. It was only a matter of time before this became common knowledge. “I suppose we’ll have to keep searching for more answers, then. I should have known you’d be on top of it,” they added, teasingly. 

The more information they had, the better, in Charity’s eyes. Even the smallest morsel of information could prove useful later on. They just needed to secure a way to protect it, ensure that no one would get their hands on this sensitive information. With this map of information, they would know where to start, and who would need to be protected first. Of course, there was always the small chance that this go around, fate would completely take a different turn, and things would play out differently. They wouldn’t know, however, if they didn’t at least first try to test the theory. “So, where do we start?”

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severusthehalfbloodprince​:

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When Charity declined the fire, Severus hummed in delight, relaxing into the cushions; much more comfortable than any other bed or morning he’d awoken to. Slowly, the shapes he traced on their shoulder subsided, instead, using it to run up and along her spine. Yes, he could stay like this for days if Charity wanted - if they even could. However, they both knew that this wouldn’t last forever. It  was unfortunate, really, how it seemed that Snape’s regrets or ghosts of his past always seemed to follow him. No matter what lifetime he was in.

“Difficult no to when there’s someone so radiant in your arms,” Severus countered back with a smirk to match Charity’s. It was true.  If Severus had one wish within this new reality, he wished he could go back to school - before the Dark Mark - and befriend her; be with them before Snape would carry out their biggest mistakes of his life. The ones plaguing his mind now. 

Sitting up carefully, Severus sighed a bit, wishing they didn’t have to re-hash all of this. Wishing he didn’t have to explain his horrid memories from a lifetime past. But, he new they must. It was crucial for them to move forward; and, hopefully, be together properly. “I want this…more than anything,” he brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles just a she had done to him, “but will you still want me - with all the darkness that seems to follow?”

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It had always been Charity flirting with Severus. Sure, there were times that he would play along, and flirt back with them in his own way, but never to this extent. She had always been the bolder of the two, though truth be told, Severus could give her a run for her money with comments like that. They smiled, at the compliment, nudging his nose with theirs. “Well, as long as it’s with good reasons.”

Charity tried for that moment to put themselves in Severus’ shoes. They had woken up that morning scared, angry, resentful. It seemed impossible that they would ever be able to face him without those emotions flaring up. Technically speaking, they had, though Charity had much more control over them than they thought they would have. It was a fortunate thing, really, since they might not be here otherwise. Forgiveness was a very powerful skill, and though they had more patience and love for humans as a whole than most, it was still hard, to completely forgive him. Just because she understood why he did it, did not erase the trauma that she had gone through.

A saving grace in all of this was that Severus hadn’t been there the night they were kidnapped. He was forced to watch them die, that was true, and said nothing as she called out to him, but it had been for a cause much larger than either of their lives. There were so many things to consider. After all, Dumbledore passed just a month before she had, and Charity was not ignorant to who was responsible. That was another situation entirely on its own, however. Knowing now that Severus was the only one left to give the information he spoke of to Harry, they understood why it was so important. In the grand scheme of things, though, what did that matter, now? All of that progress had been undone. 

Charity wanted to forgive him, they did. However, it was no easy feat, forgetting everything that happened. It seemed effortless, laying with him here now, kissing him, hearing their heartbeats sync with one another. That didn’t mean that it wasn’t difficult to consider everything else. Yes, she wanted this. Wanted him. But was she being foolish to let him back into her life, after everything? Only time would tell. Sighing, Charity looked at him fondly. “I’ve never really been scared of the dark. Besides, without the dark, we would not know the warmth of light.” It wasn’t going to be easy, they knew that. But this was what they wanted, what they had wanted for a long time. Now they could have that, both of them. “I know you, Severus... I know the man that you were, but I also choose to believe that I know the man you want to be. I just need you to show me that you can.”

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mooneychild​:

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Remus still had so many questions, but it at least brought him comfort that he wasn’t alone in this. He had gotten used to that - being alone - and this was something that was far too confusing to go at by himself.

He didn’t want to talk about his death much, mostly because he didn’t want to talk about the events leading up to his death. Charity knew more than others, so it would take less for him to fill in the gaps, but he still wanted time to work it all out himself before he went into all the details. He had no idea who he wanted to be now that they were back. He didn’t need to dwell on that part of himself just yet.

He nodded. He understood that. The not being ready part. “Makes sense,” he said. “There’s no rush. Whenever you’re ready. I’m here for you whatever you choose.” He was glad their friendship hadn’t changed even if so much else had.

“True,” he said with a smirk. He couldn’t argue that even if it sounded so cynical to say out loud. All they went through would make them a bit fatalistic, he couldn’t blame them. He nodded. “You’re my friend,” he reminded her. “It doesn’t matter what I think of him. I’ll be here for you.” He smiled. “But I’d also be ready to hex him into tomorrow if you said the word.” He chuckled. Some things never changed. He nodded. “This morning I felt like I wanted to spring into action immediately, but they may not be the smartest move. There’s so much we still don’t know and… We need to do it right this time.”

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Charity hated feeling like this. They had lived their life always giving people second chances, believing in giving people the benefit of the doubt. It was hard, transforming from someone who always saw the light in people to a person who could only see grey. Darkness had clouded their judgement over people as a whole, making it incredibly difficult to accept that some people just made a mistake. Mistakes were meant to occur in life, but when their consequences were this large... did it really deserve the chance to be explained?

Just when they started to spiral, Remus somehow knew to pull them back. His words rendered a smile on her face, accepting that she deserved to have her own opinion of him. Whether that opinion was now tainted was up for debate, but the fact of the matter was, Remus was letting them decide that for themselves. “Thank you,” they nodded, unable to hold back laughter at the second part. “Sometimes I wonder what I did to earn a friend like you, Remus, but for what it’s worth, I think this friendship was meant to last many lifetimes.”

Nodding in agreement, Charity couldn’t have said it better. They needed to plan, and to get everyone on the same side; their side. Though Charity had nod made themselves involved in the first war, or the second, really, they were prepared to do whatever it takes to assist now. “I think our best bet is to talk to as many people as we can who survived the war. The ones we trust, of course. Gather information, and only share it under the circumstances we can be absolutely positive the person we’re speaking to is who they say they are.”

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severusthehalfbloodprince​:

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Sleep was not an easy task for Severus - often having tremendous trouble falling asleep, and always waking up at the crack of dawn to sort through the nightmares and anxieties he endeavored each night. It was not unusual in their previous lifetime for him to power through their days on only two to three hours worth of rest. Now, he found himself never wanting to leave this spot with Charity, reveling in their warmth. “Good morning,” Severus whispered with a smile in return, his voice just as groggy as theirs, and a bit dry from needing a but of water. But that could wait an eternity if needed - not wanting to stir Charity or disturb their peace of laying with one another.

A flicker of surprise fell onto their features as Charity placed a kiss to his knuckles. How he would have given anything to have an ounce of love and affection they were giving him in that previous lifetime. Of course, it had been himself to prevent it, keeping his cover and mission as secure as possible. But to have it now was other-worldly. Beaming, Severus placed a kiss on Charity’s forehead, closing his eyes and relishing this moment. Because he knew, in his heart of hearts, that this couldn’t last forever. Not when all of his mistakes were etched in black ink on his left arm, feeling that phantom burn.

Shaking his head slowly, Severus kept her closer, “Not unless you need it to warm up,” a light chuckle surpassed his lips. No, he was plenty warm with the pair of them wrapped together in each other’s embrace, pulling her closer to his chest. Looking down to meet their eyes, Severus got lost in them, wanting to stay there rather than discuss what they needed to. What was in the back of his mind now as his regrets from their previous lifetime slowly crept into his thoughts while his hands continued to trace circles on her shoulder gently.

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Since Charity had first woken up on January 1st, 1979 for the second time, her nights had been full of awful dreams that kept her awake half of the night, or tossing in any sleep she did manage to get. Last night, however, they were manageable. There was no waking in terror, no screaming, no need to escape. There was simply... sleep. It was a wonderous feeling to wake up and not feel the rush of danger that usually washed over them.

Charity couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips, feeling the press of his lips to her forehead. Truthfully, they were hoping that he would say no, that he was fine just as they were so that she wouldn’t have to get up from this comfortable position. Giving a slight shake of their head, Charity declined the fire. “Uh uh,” they hummed. The way he looked at them was mesmerizing. Charity wondered at that moment what was going on in his head, and if he was worried about the same things she was. They didn’t want to have those hard discussions, but they knew that it would happen eventually. There was no use in avoiding them forever, in that case. 

“You’re staring,” they teased, lips quirking upward into a smirk. In the back of her head, the conversation with Remus replayed. Ask him. Charity shifted, lifting herself up onto her side to look at him more properly. If they were going to do this, spend time together the way they’d always wanted, and much more of it, they needed to be open with one another. “What is it? Tell me.”

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nighttimestorrm​:

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“Maybe we should.” He chuckled but it really wasn’t that bad a suggestion. Things were already confusing enough and it had only been a few days. What happens after a few years when memories that you have never even happened again? It hurt his brain to think about it. But also a timeline would help figure out things for the Order. But he didn’t want to think of that right now. He just wanted to forget the Order and the war was even something to worry about right now. He just wanted to catch up with his friend.

“Good because I’m starving.” He smiled and he was glad that he could have a light-hearted conversation for a change. He felt like the last few days has been nothing but tearful reunions and it was taking its toll on him. He had never been good at handling emotions at the best of times.

“I’m sure we can think of something. Like you were a Professor, right? You could tell me about that.” He’d happily switch the questions to be on them instead of him. He wasn’t sure how much Charity knew. And he wouldn’t even know how to begin to explain any of it. Though he would if they asked. But he also knew there were much happier topics they could talk about than what he had been up to since they last saw each other. “There’s a nice place to eat just down the road from here.” He said and motioned to a place just on the corner.

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There were so many things in Charity’s life that could never happen this go around. What if they never get to teach at Hogwarts? What happens if something far worse happens earlier on in the war? Those things were not what they wanted to think about right now, so instead, Charity focused on this moment, with Sirius, trying to ground herself to anything that wasn’t scary to think about. 

Having a meal and talking about things that made them happy would be nice, for a change. Particularly when Sirius asked about their career at Hogwarts, Charity’s face lit up. The other conversations they’d had thus far about teaching had been to do with specific students, and while they never minded talking about the kids who attended while she worked there, it would be nice for the conversation to be driven by themselves for once. They would get to pick specifics of what to talk about. “Yes! I was, indeed. Four years, as a matter of fact. Started the same year as Remus,” she beamed. It was weird, knowing that Sirius hadn’t been around to know that. There was so much he probably missed out on, that it made her wonder what was safe to talk about without making him upset. Not that they thought he would be mad at her, but rather, disappointed. “Course, he just did the one year.”

Nodding at his direction, Charity followed alongside him, feeling more comfortable that way. Body positioning was a new thing they had to think about in this new life. Charity didn’t like having her back to doors in buildings, and no longer felt completely comfortable leading anyone anywhere. She trusted Sirius, she did, but there were a lot more people that she didn’t. “I’ll give you one guess as to what I taught, if you think you’re clever enough to figure it out,” she teased. “Hopefully no one has given it away already. That’s never fun.” Laughing, Charity looked over at him with a smile as they continued to the restaurant. 

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severusthehalfbloodprince​:

Sol et Luna

who: @chxrity-burbage

when: 18th january 1979

where: Charity’s Home

For the first time in, well, over a lifetime, Severus had a peaceful slumber. One without worries or anxieties of what was to come. Not that he wasn’t concerned or they weren’t present, but being wrapped in Charity Burbage’s arms, they all went by the wayside that evening. To give Snape a moment’s worth of peace and happiness. So much so, rather nightmares or horrid memories, Severus dreamed. Of what, he wasn’t sure…but it was strange. Finally feeling somewhat at ease, rather than darkness and pain. It was almost lucid; practically floating through a dim blue hue that continuously grew brighter and brighter.

Severus opened his eyes slowly, basked in the warmth of early morning sunshine. The world had become golden and soft. Waiting for his eyes to adjust, he hummed ever so softly, reveling in this new day - as if it were hope embodied. Which, feeling another’s body pressed close against his, Snape’s hands slowly shifted, feeling the shoulders and light curls of Charity. A small smile spread on his lips, recalling the evening before. Slowly, his fingers traced random shapes carefully, trailing them along their back. What a wonderous way to wake up - in a new reality - one where they could change the course of their future, for happiness.

Finally, his eyes began to adjust, seeing the fireplace in the living room and walls lined with bookshelves. The bay window that had been pouring in the light was covered with various blankets and full pillows. Everything about the apartment of which he could see, exuded all of the comforts of home. It all brought a cheerfulness and peace he’d never felt before. Carefully, he shifted to gaze underneath his chin, soaking in the beauty Charity radiated, wondering if she was awake as his other hand reached for hers to intertwine their fingers.

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Charity didn’t exactly remember falling asleep, but she did remember what had occurred previously. Truthfully, they wouldn’t have been so surprised if they woke up and had found that it was nothing but a dream. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d had a dream like that, but none of the previous were as intense, or emotional. No, it couldn’t have been a dream. Normally, Charity would wake up particularly early each day, being more of an early bird than a night owl. However, it seemed that they had woken up after Severus, feeling the light touches of his fingers tracing over her skin. 

It was captivating, the way he touched her, even now, when they were simply laying side by side. Even those simple touches were enough to set a spark in her. Not wanting to give it away that she was awake just yet, Charity relished in the warmth of his embrace, keeping herself nuzzled against him. It was only when he reached for her hand that she stirred, smiling softly before looking u a him. “Good morning,” the words rolled off of her tongue in a whisper, voice still a bit groggy from having just woken up. 

Pulling his hand up to their lips, Charity placed a soft kiss to his knuckles, holding his hand there close to their chest. Everything from the night before had been real. Severus was here with her, and they had given themselves to each other previously. The blanket that she had gotten for them last night was still draped over the pair, though it had likely shifted over the course of the evening. “Are you cold? I could put a fire up.”

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ameliajbones​:

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Amelia offered Charity a soft smile at their words, managing out a soft chuckle. “No, I understand completely,” She agreed, “I’ve been better. But.. Well, I suppose there’s always a chance to change that around for the better, isn’t there?” Amelia had decided that was her motto, her mission now, after all. She was going to make sure that things were better, that people were safe, that the wizarding world got rid of Voldemort a lot quicker this time, and with as few casualties as they could manage.

She noted Charity looking around, and gave a slightly sheepish look, knowing just how much of a mess it looked like, even with her trying to clean it up a bit. “Something normal?” She asked then, blinking a few times as she thought about it, as if trying to decide if there was anything normal to even tell. “I suppose I have that feeling too,” She offered then, “Like I’m going insane lately, just this month in fact. You know?”

The girl paused, watching Charity to see how they reacted, but decided to continue on anyway. If they had sought her out, then Charity had to remember. It was the only thing that made sense, wasn’t it? And so, Amelia would just go ahead and ask, because it seemed like the only thing left to do. “I’m hoping that you’re meaning you remember everything as well,” She stated carefully then, “Because this…” She paused to motion at all of the things around her, “Is to do with all of that.”

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It was a touching sentiment, to still believe that they had chances to make things better. Rectify wrongs, alter the way things ended. At one point, they too had always believed in second chances, but now... Charity was beginning to wonder if there was such a thing. “I hope so,” they answered honestly, albeit unsure. 

They knew it was a silly request. What was there to consider normal anymore? Not even questions such as what color is the sky seemed reassuring anymore. Someone could tell them purple and they’d believe them simply because nothing in this timeline made sense. “Trust me, I know,” they nodded reassuringly. Grasping at straws here, Charity just wanted to know what was going on. Was there anything they could do to fix this, and if so, how? What if they were forced to live out the same exact fate as before, and there was no chance of stopping it or altering the decisions made? What if they were caught in a never ending loop of the great wizarding wars? The thought alone made them shudder. 

“Yes, I do,” they nodded, almost excited to know that Amelia did as well. It was hard to feel hopeful at a time like this, though Amelia seemed to be up to something. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to look at documents,” they chuckled. “Care to explain further?”

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mooneychild​:

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Remus wanted to hold space for Charity, but he also couldn’t shake how disturbing it was that they knew how they died and when. Even if they could change their path, he wouldn’t blame Charity for shuddering anytime they saw someone who was in the room that night. Remus isn’t sure what he would do if he saw Dolohov again.

He nodded. It was similar for him, but he wasn’t about to give up what had happened to him after Charity died. Not yet. He wasn’t about to say that he had no idea where his wife and child went and that had been on his mind long before he noticed his reflection. “Took me a bit too,” he admitted. “It was mostly a very confusing morning for a moment.”

Remus had always known on some level that he would die young, but it was still strange holding the knowledge that he did in fact die young. Maybe not as young as he thought at some points in his life, but still long before he could see his son grow up or the world they lived in change for the better. He hoped it did. He hoped it would perhaps.

He had always tried to put away his biases for Charity. Especially as adults, it seemed foolish to spend their time upset about Severus around her. Just because he and Remus weren’t the most friendly, didn’t mean that no one he was friends with could like him. “Well,” Remus said slowly, carefully considering his next words. “I suppose you could ask him? A bright spot in this, perhaps. If you feel you can of course. I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to see him.” It was maybe too logical of an answer. Focused only on finding out information and not thinking about the emotional side of things and what Severus’s answer could possibly do to Charity if it wasn’t one she wanted to hear. “Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.”

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Charity wondered what it had been like for others. Did they all remember the day they died? Did any of them even know they had? What about those who hadn’t passed at all? What had their mornings looked like when they awoke much younger? It was all so bizarre and mind blowing that even beginning to think of an explanation made her head spin. 

Even if their own realization was traumatic, they hoped it had gone a bit smoother for Remus. After all, he’d said that nothing had really changed, and thought that everything had been a dream. Maybe there was peace in that recognition, even if he’d figured out that it had all been real. Charity knew as much of his life as he’d tell her, which was a good portion, but there were things that people kept personal, only for them to know, and they had a feeling there was something here that wasn’t being said. Charity didn’t want to pry, so instead they brushed it off and waited for Remus to tell them, if he decided they needed to know. 

Ask him? Merlin’s beard... Charity would rather pluck her eyes out with a quill, at the thought. At least, that was how she felt at the moment. It made them sick to their stomach to think about seeing him now, while all of the feelings were still very raw and emotional. “I dunno... Not right now, I can tell you that. I’m not ready.” They were confident enough to express that freely, not ashamed of their inner feelings. Charity had always thought it healthier to talk through ones emotions. 

Remus did make a good point though. Perhaps there was more to the story, and Charity had only seen one side. “You’re right, sometimes they aren’t. But sometimes, they can be worse.” Sighing, Charity wiped her sleeve over her eyes even though no tears were falling as of yet. They were simply tired. “I know you have your own opinions of him, but I appreciate you listening,” the blonde offered a small smile, knowing that it was likely difficult for Remus to remain neutral in this situation. “I think I just need time... Everyone does, most likely.”

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mcrningecans​:

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     IT WAS ALMOST LIKE SITTING AT HOGWARTS. Charity’s place was warm, much like the Hufflepuff common rooms, and if Lily focused enough, she could even smell the kitchens down the hallway, preparing for the next delicious meal. There was no place like home, and Lily knew Hogwarts was almost more like home than even her parents’ house. Being here, with Charity, reminded her of those days. After having been away for so long, even if it still only felt like two years and some change, the ache for the familiar bit at her skin.

     As Charity sat in front of her, Lily couldn’t help but smile thankfully, hands wrapping tightly around the mug they’d provided. The question sat with her, and for a moment, Lily felt grateful. Truthfully, she’d gotten to speak to so many people. So many who they thought they were gone, like Marlene, and so many who thought she was gone. It was a beautiful reunion, despite the confusion and the anger that her son was not here yet. Lily only wished that she had been brought back a year from now. It would’ve given them less time, but wouldn’t it have given her more with Harry? She blew out a sigh, trying her best to be patient, but knowing damn well that her patience had worn quite thin in the years she’d been gone. No, what she wanted now was action; what she wanted now was to remind her limbs and mind that they could move. 

    For now, she took a sip of her tea and nodded at Charity. “Quite a few actually,” she said. “Sirius, Remus… And then a certain raven-haired mutual friend.” The last name didn’t need to be spoken. No, Charity would know exactly who she was talking about. Severus had been the name often on both of their lips at Hogwarts, as the other wix was often understanding of Lily’s friendship with Sev. When Lily’s other friends didn’t understand, Charity was there, knowing that not one person was good or bad. They just were. For a long time, Lily had believed that of Severus. And then she’d seen the evil in him. Now? She shook her head and looked up at them. “Have you seen him yet? He’s–” Lily grappled for the word and then finally managed out “–different. To say the least.”

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Charity hoped that distracting her with the question would bide some time to plan their own answer, if asked. They’d seen a number of people, too, of course. Some conversations were more... interesting than others, so to say, but they valued each of them differently and for varying reasons. At the mention of Sirius and Remus, Charity smiled. Though her conversation with Sirius started out rough, it had actually been nice to see him again. It’d been a long while since the last time they’d spoken, and refreshing to see him. Remus was of course always a comfort to see as well, and perhaps the person she had looked forward to seeing the most. It was when their conversation shifted to Severus that Charity tensed up a bit, taking a sip of tea to calm the nerves. 

It appeared that there was no way to ease into the conversation, now, since he was already brought up. Charity nodded slowly in response to Lily’s question, trying to find the right words to use to describe her feelings toward him. So quickly they’d changed in the past few days that it was challenging to pin them down so easily. “I have, actually... I’ll admit, I wasn’t looking forward to it, nor was I trying to seek him out. But... I guess we just have a way of finding each other,” they explained carefully, not meeting Lily’s eyes just yet. Different was definitely a word for it. There was so much about the man that they both knew back then that was different now, he almost seemed like an entirely new person. Even still, Charity wondered what differences Lily saw, and if they were the same. 

“Erm— after the first war, and everything, we worked together, at Hogwarts. It was a really nice few years, actually. And Remus, too, for one year,” Charity explained with a smile. That was the year they’d started teaching too, and was likely the best of their career. Getting to work alongside Remus was one thing, the two of them always finding ways to make work more fun and exciting. But getting to see Severus every day had been one of the highlights of her job back then. Charity couldn’t bring herself to tell Lily the whole truth, though. How he was there the night she died, and what transpired after that. Those memories could wait to be shared. Simplifying it, Charity took a breath to explain. “We sort of went our separate ways, until recently. Two days ago, actually... We erm... well...” She needed to tell someone, and Lily seemed like the safest person, truthfully. “We slept together...” It came out slurred and in a hushed voice, Charity immediately taking another sip of her tea as if nothing had just happened, waiting for the realization to kick in.

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severusthehalfbloodprince​:

…

Severus was gobsmacked. That much was for certain. It was rare for them to get close to anyone - and even more so for anything past a friendship. In the past, there had been only one other person Severus had wanted to be with more than anything else in the world. Of course, it was only one-sided to the extent of how he had felt. Only years later did Severus finally let the grief stay enough on the way-side for him to develop an acquaintance then friendship with another, though no one could replace that hole in his blackened heart. Still, Charity had been rather persistent in their friendship and allowed himself to open up to her just enough that, if he dared try, they could have been something. Now, Severus was kicking himself. While he knew he couldn’t back in that other life, he knew that he could have at least been happy.

That’s what Severus was now. Beyond happy. Elated, even. While he knew that Charity had come to care for him, Severus never knew to what extent. That someone could truly desire him in any way. Insecurities racked up, building the foundation for those walls he’d spent so long building and making strong to keep himself shut out from the world. Never, in his dizziest daydreams, did he ever think someone could love him; yearn for him…need him - as Charity seemed to now. It was baffling, really. Part of Snape didn’t think it was reality. That he had died at Voldemort’s hand and now he was living out some sort of fairytale before the world went dark again. That it was a cruel joke.

And yet…here Charity was, giving Severus every happiness; everything he could ever ask for after yearning for another after so long. While it was difficult to fathom, it was even harder to concentrate, feeling a little light-headed and overwhelmed from her lovely kisses and touches. It made him chuckle under his breath ever so softly, giddy, and his cheeks stain with a wine color. Pouring his joy into the kiss, Severus groaned in satisfaction at the motions of their hands in his hair, splaying along his shoulders and chest. It was too good to be true, holding Charity there as if to keep from disappearing. His lips met hers with a fire, as if she were bringing him back into this life; into this reality where he could be loved in return; melting his cold heart.

“Charity…” Severus said in between light pants for air, running his nimble hands along her back and arms until his hand was in her’s. When she asked if it hurt, Severus couldn’t help the sheepish smile that came to his lips. He was more shocked an impressed by the enchantment than to register any pain. There had certainly been worse bites; nor was it less than he deserved. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” his voice was quiet, watching as they placed kisses along his knuckles. There was something so intimate about the gesture that made his heart hammer in his chest, wondering if she wanted more. Wanted him.

Eager to taste her sweet lips once more, Severus followed Charity to the sofa, sensing she felt the same as he did; as if they would only have this one night together before this new reality would try and tear them apart. Severus knew then that it was no dream. Each and every time he found some happiness in the darkness of the world, it was ripped away from him. But not this time…he couldn’t. Severus moaned into the kiss that Charity had initiated so wantonly matching her actions with just as much heat, as he guided her to the couch. There, Severus sunk onto his knees in front her on the floor, kissing down her neck as he did. Getting lost in the passion, Severus moved in between her legs, running his hands along her thighs, “Do you want this? Do you want…me?” Severus’ voice came out in a desperate pant, kissing along her jawline in featherlight kisses before looking to her with black eyes burning hot with desire.

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Electric. That was the word that Charity would choose to describe how it felt to kiss Severus, to have his hands on her body in such a possessive way, being held onto to keep grounded. They could admit that they might have gone a bit overboard with the kisses at first, even if it couldn’t have been helped. Charity had waited long enough to show him that this was what she wanted, that she figured they might as well lay everything out on the table now. There had been a few people in their life before everything, some more physical, others more emotional. However, Charity had always felt both a physical and emotional attraction toward Severus. Perhaps that was why it was all coming out now, flooding the space in her lounge disguised as desperate and passionate kisses. 

The way he said their name was enticing. It almost made them not want to stop, to just pull him back into a kiss, wrapping herself around him. The idea did cross their mind, just pulling Severus down onto the couch and getting lost in him. Then again, they thought to themselves what if that was moving too fast? This wasn’t something they could just rush into if they wanted it to mean more than one night of desperation and lust. While Charity was confident their feelings about Severus would remain the same after this, the last thing they wanted was to overwhelm him or push for something that wasn’t there. It had never been entirely clear before now what his feelings were toward her, and they just wanted to be sure he was positive and confident in those feelings. 

Charity didn’t want to jump the gun, yet when they looked up and saw the color of Severus’ face, and how happy he looked, it set their heart a flutter. Suddenly it was like they would do anything to keep it that way. Relieved to hear that he didn’t hate them for using that spell, and that his hand was fine, Charity relaxed a bit more, looking up at him with a warm smile. “Good.”

Allowing themselves to be guided backward after moving further into the room, Charity felt the back of her legs hit the sofa. Watching intensely as the man sank to the floor on his knees, they didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, he was kissing along her neck, which she loved. On the other, he was moving further away from a kissable distance, which led to Charity allowing herself to sit. Their hands immediately went back to his hair, fingers threading through as their eyes watched every move. Despite having no expectations of how this night would go other than spending time with Severus, Charity thought to themselves that they wouldn’t be able to stop kissing him. It was addicting, being held in his embrace, the permission to explore a deeper connection between the two. It had them curious beyond belief, but also needy. Charity practically melted under Severus’ touch already, so when his hands started to traverse her thighs, a soft moan was dragged from her lips. 

Their heart was pounding now with anticipation, almost speechless as they looked back at Severus longingly. The genuity in his tone convinced Charity that he was serious, and wanted this just as much as she did, though it seemed he was unsure of where her head was. Pulling him closer, Charity nodded slowly, though that wasn’t going to be enough. He deserved a verbal answer as much as she wanted to provide one. His kisses were distracting, eyes fluttering softly before meeting his. “Yes... yes. To everything. A thousand times over.” Charity didn’t wait for him to say anything in return, leaning forward enough to crash her lips against his.

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ofmollyweasley​:

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looking back, there were so many things that molly would have done differently. but she knew it was hindsight that was telling her that. while there were a lot of emotional repercussions from the first go around, she knew the only way to go forward was to take what she knew and change how she did things. she had a second chance. she had another chance to help her kids fully prepare for what was to come. it allowed her to prepare herself for what was going to happen.

hearing charity’s words, it was what she needed to hear. sure, her husband had said something similar and sure her brothers had to, but hearing it from someone like charity, it was lifted a weight off her shoulders because she wasn’t the only one in this boat. everyone was harboring emotions from what happened and it gave her a sense of relief hearing those words. “i know,” she said, softly as to not let the water gates flood open. “it’s just hard.”

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Charity had never gotten the chance to know what it was like to be a proper parent. Sure, she looked at her students as her children in some sense, but it wasn’t like she’d raised them, gotten to call them their own. Besides, most wix didn’t take muggle studies until midway through their education career anyway. By that point, they were practically all grown up. To fully understand what parents were going through at this time, well... Charity wasn’t sure they ever would. But they could try, and be a support where it was needed. 

Molly was hurting, it was clear in her eyes, and in the way she held herself. It broke Charity’s heart, truly. Nodding in agreement with the woman’s statement, Charity took a step closer. “I can’t pretend I understand everything you’re going through personally, but I know that a lot of people are experiencing something similar right now. We have an opportunity to heal from this, and make a better future,” Charity gently reminded her. “I know that means very little right now, but if it could just be a small glimpse of hope... well, hopefully it’s enough. Would you care for a hug?”

[chxrity-burbage]

nighttimestorrm​:

***

“Well I seemed to think it suited me at least. It’s so strange, I keep seeing myself and expecting a different face to be looking back at me. It’s going to take a while to get used to being this age again.” It was so strange seeing everyone so young again. Though, some didn’t look much different from the last time he had saw them. And that was almost worse. Remembering that they didn’t get to live as long as he had seemed so unfair that it was almost hard to be around them. But, he hoped that this was their chance to do it all over. It had to be.

“I know. I remember some things as though they just happened and then others I can’t remember at all. It’s almost hard to figure out what things happened when.” He said with a slight sigh. Everything was so disorientating that it just added to his frustration. But he didn’t want to take it out on anyone. It wasn’t Charity’s fault that he felt like this. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. So he had to remind himself to just be thankful he can talk to people again. There could be a brightside to this if he would just stop worrying.

“I was just getting a bit of shopping but I could go something to eat if you’d like to go grab something? We can talk probably then.” He said and smiled at their last comment. “You can ask anything you want, Charity. Can’t promise I’ll have the right answers but I don’t mind. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other so I’m sure you want to ask something.” 

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Charity could understand that completely. Some of their memories were getting twisted in the timeline, unsure of what went where exactly unless they had a firm and memorable date. For example, when they started teaching at Hogwarts. That was easy to remember, and if they based the majority of their side memories around that timeline, things started to make a bit more sense, though not everything had been that easy. “Maybe we should try mapping them all out,” they added, jokingly. 

Shopping had once been a mundane sounding task that Charity tried to avoid until absolutely necessary. However, shopping with someone else was an intriguing concept, and she wondered if it was more fun when you had someone to talk to through the boring bits. She was just about to ask when Sirius suggested they get something to eat. “Come to think of it, I suppose I could eat.”

Giving a shrug, Charity waved him off. “I don’t know about that. I mean, sure, there are things I probably want to ask, but where to begin?” she teased, laughing, softly. It was nice, to see him again. Through all of the years that had prevented them from seeing each other, prevented him from seeing anyone, really, Charity had kept Sirius in her thoughts. In their first lifetime together, Charity had often believed in second chances and redemption. Even if Sirius had been the man people made him out to be, they knew a different side that perhaps just got lost in translation. “But yes, we should go grab a bite. I think it’s well deserved, after everything.”

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mooneychild​:

..

Remus smiled. He would have been able to tell if Charity was lying they were right about that, but he still appreciated the honesty. If anyone understood what it was like to hold things close to his chest, it was Remus. He nodded. Maybe ‘how are you’ wasn’t the best question to ask, but he didn’t want to hold it over them that none of them were probably doing great at that moment. He wanted to give them the chance to pretend it was all fine if that was what she needed.

He nodded. “I had absolutely no idea what was happening until I saw my bloody reflection,” he said. “I woke up in my own house and nothing had changed so I was going about my breakfast feeling like everything I imagined was a dream.” It was an edited version of the truth, but he wasn’t ready to tell Charity about Dora just yet. She would be one of the easier ones to tell, but that didn’t make the anticipation any easier.

Charity’s next words hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t sure what was worse: to hear them say it or to feel almost entirely the same way. Especially since so many of his friends died young, Remus was always expecting to go next. He had lived through two wars after all. And even before that, his lycanthropy always felt like a death sentence. 38 was longer than Remus expected to live in all honesty. He reached over and took Charity’s hand and nodded. Suddenly, he found himself remembering what it had been like when he’d heard the news of her death. How it felt like a terror ripping through him and at the same time so small because of every other loss he had to grieve. 

It was hard not to grit his teeth every time Severus came up. Even if they had gotten past their differences slightly as adults, it was still hard for him to like the man with all their history. He knew Charity had never felt the same and that was probably better. They didn’t need all that childish animosity. “Char, I’m so sorry.”

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Charity wondered if their death hadn’t been so traumatic if they would have not recognized that anything was wrong either. It was weird, how people reacted so differently to this new phenomenon. “I wish it was a dream...” Charity whispered, shaking their head. It would have been one horrible dream, a nightmare, really, but at least it would have been only that. Instead, what they’d hoped had been a cruel nightmare had been a very real chain of events that now haunted every minute of their every day. 

“I think I nearly passed out when I saw my reflection... so many things had been different, that young age was perhaps one of the last things I noticed.” Charity had been looking for the tears in her clothes, the scars on her face, hell, even the gray hairs. None of that was there, though. Rather, their image was young, and lively, free of laugh lines or wrinkles, no scarring anywhere on the body. At least, not from that night. 

Death was not something to be feared, Charity had always thought. Even before the war had struck, Charity never feared the end of her life. Then again, that was most likely because they had anticipated a peaceful passing, not one where they were forcibly taken out of the world. Still, dying hadn’t even been the most traumatic part. The events that led up to her death were what kept Charity up at night.

Talking about Severus was going to be hard, they had known that before his name left their lips, but it was likely going to be easiest to talk about it with Remus. Even though she understood that the two of them had their own complicated relationship, Charity had never hid the fact that she didn’t feel entirely the same, and had often spoken to Remus about him when they taught together. She had assumed that her and Severus had been quite good friends, even if she’d wanted more out of their friendship than he did. Unfortunately, it seemed that she was incorrect, given what happened the night she passed. 

Charity squeezed Remus’ hand for comfort, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t know why, and I don’t know what part he had in the night, but he was there. I saw him, and when I tried to speak, it was like I was already dead to him.” Shaking their head, Charity tried their best to hold back from crying, not wanting to waste tears on this. “I thought... I dunno... I just thought he’d changed.”

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severusthehalfbloodprince​:

…

Severus hadn’t known what to expect going into this conversation. At first, his instinct had been to lie again. Over the years, Snape had become so accustomed to playing both sides, that it almost terrified him with the lies spilled from his lips so easily. And, perhaps, if he had been the only one with those memories remained intact, he would have followed Dumbledore’s wishes as he had before, and been his spy without question once again. Yet, now Severus was in a place where others clearly remembered, not only their fates, but their roles within that other lifetime. Having played his part so well, now Severus wanted to share his true allegiances with the side of good, so that they would know where he actually stood.

However, that thought was terrifying in of itself. With telling Charity all of this now, as well as Lily, he put yet another target on their backs without even thinking. Severus almost berated himself internally. He had always been a pragmatic man, able to think things through, down to the smallest details that most did not see. It must have been the hormones and thirst to prove himself from his youth that put him in this position. The last thing Severus wanted was to endanger those he cared for. No matter how short that list was.

But, perhaps, Severus truly was done hiding good intentions. This time around, without so many secrets being the contingency for The Dark Lord’s demise, he could be more open with those on the side of light and good. Still a double agent, if it was necessary, but to shred the mask that made it seem as though he hadn’t a care in the world, when, in actuality, it was the very opposite. Now, he could have the one he cared for in his arms, protect those who needed it without having to feign hate or regret thereafter. Now, Severus could live.

Charity’s response made a soft chuckle surpass Severus’ lips. One he been surprised to hear himself, but was glad. More than glad. His heart felt lighter than it had in decades. It wasn’t just as though they could live again, but breathe, and choose a happier, more satisfying path. Feeling their kisses along his cheeks and jawline left him breathless, overwhelmed with happiness, as Severus placed kisses against them in return. Her next words made Severus nod, undoing the spells he had cast on the cellar initially, and looked back to her, “Of course.”

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Was it crazy for Charity to invite him over after everything? Yes. Did they care? Absolutely not. At least, not enough to really weigh the pros and cons of it all. She didn’t see any immediate danger with it, and she wanted to be able to trust Severus. Plus, she had already been in the process of charming her home to not allow anyone entrance that she hadn’t pre-approved each individual time she was expecting company. They wanted to continue this conversation, but not in a cellar where they had to be quiet and couldn’t fully express their emotions. They couldn’t stay there forever, either, she knew that. Joyed when he agreed to come with her, Charity bit down on her lower lip excitedly before reaching for her books to take with them, apparating back to her place.

It only took a few seconds for them to travel, landing in her lounge with a bit of a soft thud. The books fell to the floor gently as she let them go, wrapping her arms back around Severus happily. “Much better,” they smiled, pulling him down into a kiss. Charity let her hands explore aimlessly for a moment, one settling at the back of his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair as the other moved down his shoulder and chest, slowly caressing his body. There were many things going through Charity’s mind at the moment. They still wanted to know everything that Severus was thinking, wanted to know how he truly felt about her and to what extent. She had fancied him for quite some time, that it felt like an eternity, almost.

As their hand moved down his body, Charity leaned in to press light kisses against his shoulder. Her hand soon found his, the one she had charmed that napkin to go after, and almost instantly felt a pang of guilt in her chest. “I’m sorry about your hand… did it hurt?” Of course, at the time, she’d meant it to at least hurt a bit. Enough to catch him off guard, but not enough to seriously injure. Charity brought his hand to her lips, kissing over the spot sweetly. It didn’t look as though it were really bothering him now in the grand scheme of things, but Charity had still wanted to apologize for it. Pressing a few other quick kisses along his knuckles and back of his hand, Charity slowly glanced up at him to gauge his reaction with a soft smile.

Then, Charity took him by both hands, and pulled him gently further into the room toward the sofa. There was little time wasted between movements, almost as though they would only have tonight to spend together, and they could wake up tomorrow to have it all taken away. Charity didn’t want that, of course, and although she hadn’t thought about how far this night would go, she was running off of what felt right in her heart. Listening to it, Charity reached forward, cupping Severus’ face in both hands and kissing him passionately. Their thumbs gently brushed over his cheeks as they kissed, testing the waters of what they could get away with. Charity ran her tongue along his bottom lip before kissing him again, then taking it gently between her teeth as she pulled away for air.

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jo march (little women, 2019)

“women have minds and souls as well as just hearts, and they’ve got ambition and talent as well as just beauty. and i’m sick of people saying love is all a woman is fit for.”

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mcrningecans​:

—–

     WEEKS HAD GONE BY SINCE SHE’D BEEN BACK, AND LILY STILL HADN’T GOTTEN USED TO IT. Charity had owled, and while she knew she needed to go by, some days were too much. Some days consisted of the Order and James only. Getting every ounce of time in with him was so bloody important to her; so much time had passed, and they were given at least two more years. Lily wasn’t going to waste it, as much as she’d like to see everyone. Still, she knew Charity would understand. The other wix was always the person she’d go to if she’d needed advice; a calm and level head. A neutral party too, especially in the matter of Severus Snape.

     After talking to their old friend, Lily knew that she needed to see Charity. It had taken awhile, though, only because she wasn’t exactly sure how to bring it up. Knowing that Charity believed Severus was as good as she did, at least when they were in school, was helpful. But Lily didn’t know much about what had happened to them after she’d died, and, of course, the war had it’s casualties. Lily wondered if Charity had suffered a horrific fate, or if they’d managed to make it to the end. If anyone deserved to make it, it was Charity. 

     On the doorstep, Lily waited, holding her arms close to her chest, until the door opened and she breathed out a sigh of relief. “It’s so bloody good to see you too,” she said, softly, her shoulders melting at the sight of her friend. Charity was just as fresh-faced as she remembered them to be; that kindness in their eyes hadn’t gone away. No, time hadn’t weathered Charity Burbage, although, of course, time hadn’t touched this body, had it? Not really. It was strange, really, to think of how the past was no longer the past; the future no longer the future. The present seemed so overwhelming, that at times Lily wasn’t even certain they were here and now, but some other place entirely. Still, the sound of the kettle beginning to sing grounded her, and Lily found herself sitting at Charity’s table. 

     “I’ve got a few updates myself. I should’ve stopped by sooner but with everything going on…” Lily breathed out a sigh. “I’ve honestly just been spending every second training. Or with James. Sometimes both. Although, he’s absolutely the worst trainer. Can’t take my eyes off of him, y’know? Especially now.” She laughed at how ridiculous it was, but still. It was her James. Lily paused, pointing at Charity playfully. “Now tell him that, and I’ll deny every word.”

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Charity didn’t blame her for taking her time. There were so many people to see, so many questions to ask, memories to share, that it seemed impossible to get them all done in such a short time. Honestly, it had been nice, taking the time to try and relax a bit. Seeing everyone again for the first time since everything had happened... of course that was emotional. However, the one that had been the most tiring, perhaps, was seeing Severus. It had started rough, but ended well, and left at a good place. While Charity hadn’t meant to fall right back into the feelings of the woman she once was, all of those emotions and feelings with him had never died with her body. 

If they were honest with themselves, they were a bit nervous to speak to Lily about their conversation with Severus. Lily of course hadn’t even known what went on between them before Charity’s death, nor after, though they were both aware in their first lives together that she had always had a bit of a soft spot for him, for lack of better expression. “There’s no need for an explanation, I understand,” they chuckled, nodding as Lily continued on. “My lips are sealed, you know I would never.” It was lovely to see that Lily was doing well, despite all of the realizations of this new life. Some things were better, some worse, they were sure, but hopefully this time would be different. 

Sitting at the table, Charity had flicked her wand effortlessly and watched as two mugs came floating down to meet them, as well as the bowl of sugar, and the kettle itself. Where should their conversation start? Charity wondered. Would it be better to get the Severus conversation out of the way? Or should she ease into it? Perhaps the latter would be better. “So... who have you gotten to speak to thus far?”