#harry 002

[wazlibwheezes]

where: gryffindor tower, boys dormitory when: post-battle of hogwarts who: @unchosenlion​

Ron’s footsteps are heavy on the stairs as he heaves himself up them. He had taken this same journey countless times before, and yet it had never felt quite as hard as it did right then. He had fallen asleep beside Hermione and Harry barely hours before, but his sleep had been shaky and interrupted, no matter how exhausted he felt.

Over and over again behind his closed eyes, he had seen the explosions and the sight of his lifeless brother’s body, and the image had only increased twofold. Over and over again he saw Fred and then Harry, Harry and then Fred, until there was no chance of him falling asleep, not yet. 

Beside him, both Harry and Hermione had long since into a heavy slumber; enough that Ron had easily slipped away from them, needing to see the family that he had left.

The door to the dormitory creaks as Ron reenters and his face crumbles in a frown at the sound of a shifting body in the darkness.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

[clevcrgryffindxr]

@unchosenlion​

Things were finally starting to calm down.

 Everything was so hectic that Hermione was surprised she got a moment alone with Harry at all, yet here they both were with no one needing to pull them this way or that. It felt strange to be able to just... take a step back and take a breather. When was the last time any of them were able to truly do that? She waited a moment, letting Harry be by himself a second longer before walking over to his side and leaning against a piece of destroyed railing, the destroyed silhouette of Hogwarts’ courtyard (along with everything else) their view. She sighed softly and glanced over at Harry before speaking.

“I think everything is starting to settle. We’ll probably be able to leave soon, if they don’t need us for anything more.” That wasn’t what she wanted to say, not even close, but it was a start. Her eyes closed, and Hermione rubbed at her arm before trying again. “I can’t believe it’s over,” she whispered, the quiet somehow making it easier to speak. “How are you feeling? It... it’s been a lot all at once.”

[fleuretiennette-archive]

Over the past few days Fleur had taken on several roles, dishwasher, trash collector, food preparer, but the most important one, in her opinion, was tea maker. Even when no one was drinking the tea she made, she made sure everyone had a warm cup in their hands, something grounding to hold onto. When she saw Harry’s hand on Molly’s clock move from ‘work’ to ‘traveling’, she put the kettle on, and by the time he made it through the door, she had a cup waiting. She handed it to him, then drew him aside before the others realized he was here. 

“What have you learned?” She knew there were things he could not say about an ongoing investigation, and she knew there were things he would not say to the rest of the family until he had more information, but Fleur wanted to know as much as possible.

@hjpotter-arc​