“then we don’t talk.” mundungus doesn’t know what to say, anyway, he just knows he cannot RUN from this, even if all the cells in his body are asking him to, begging him to. he cannot leave, not now. not with his family – the order – having suffered from such losses. not with daisy needing him right now. he had been there years ago, when her sister had vanished, and he’d be there now — even if feeling NEEDED was scary, when he preferred to have no ties to people. and so he stands there, a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to say, but not going either. he sees the change in daisy and he aches, but he doesn’t get angry in return when she rages at him. let her rage, he thinks, let her destroy the whole world while she does it. that’s the least she deserves. “i’m here ‘cause i need a place to sleep. same old, same old.” a lie, of course, but he wants something to feel normal, figures that maybe that’ll feel good for daisy, too. something normal amidst this chaos of complete foreignness, in which nothing feels right. and then she starts crying, and mundungus moves over, faster than usual. he’s been waiting for this, had known – somehow – that this moment was to come. he wraps his arms around her, pulls her close, rubs her back with one hand, holds her head with the other. “it’s okay, let it go, let it out,” he murmurs, his voice softer than usual, this tone reserved for people like daisy: people who are family. “i’m here, daise, i’m here.” she’s his sister, something more than blood, and he knows, then, that he would take her pain if he could, that he will share whatever grief she feels in any way he can. he might be a shit brother, but he was one either way, and he wasn’t going anywhere. “through all of this, i promise.”
* who is she even anymore ? its a question she’s asked herself a million and one times since all this tragedy has entered her life , leaving nothing but misery and heartache in it’s wake . now all that’s left behind is a shell of a woman from a former life , a happier , more positive daisy that held words of wisdom or cathartic pick me ups on reserve at the tip of her tongue . she is no more . what doesn’t kill you is supposed to make you stronger but then why does she feel so tired ? why do her bones feel this heavy . in a world so hell bent on breaking souls and ruining people what is the point of it all ?? ‘ good things will come your way ’ , her mother would say and it’s what she’s believed for years , words she’s held onto with two hands and refused to let go of no matter what was thrown her way ; but decades have passed and the bad has only out - weighed the good . evil has continued to prosper while the good die young & bloody . god is but a joke and all he stands for too , why create such creatures only to watch idly as they destroy each other in the most horrific of ways . cruel maker , does he sit and laugh as death becomes death becomes death ; or does he regret the decisions he’s made , hanging his head in disappointment to what might have been , but couldn’t possibly be after all that has come to pass . / sobs fall from petals as she breaks the embrace only to look at mundungus . ❛ they’re gone fletch . . . how can they be gone ---- why . ❜ she asks , unfairly of him , in almost the same way daisy had asked him ten years ago when they were still children at hogwarts , eyes red with tears , head full of horrors , hearts broken beyond repair . ❛ i’m sorry , i’m so sorry . ❜ the words are spoken softly , a mere whisper as she rests her forehead gently against his , fingers laced together . grief has made a home out of them , abandon all hope ye who enter here .
