#p greta

[always-pure]

the road not taken | greta&narcissa

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Everything was changing, and it was changing fast. Faster than Narcissa could handle. Her entire life had been ruled by change. Some changes had been devastating, like going from having two sisters to having only one. Other changes were not so bad, like trading one last name for another. But ever since the incident in the Quidditch World Cup things had not only started changing, but everything seemed to be rolling down a snowy hill. And the end result would leave everyone buried under the crushing weight of their choices. 

Today Narcissa had chosen to go out despite the increased security measures that had been issued by the ministry since the events on April 1st. With the threat of riots breaking out almost every day, and three family members running for the highest office in the British Wizarding government, it would foolish to take unnecessary risks. But Narcissa was growing restless. She knew they had to plan their next move, but everyone seemed to be focused on the upcoming elections. Narcissa knew better than anyone that wars could be won with the right person in the right position, but after lunch dates, tea, and days spent shopping, Narcissa had gathered enough information to fear that whoever ended up winning the election might no be someone on their side. 

They had to start thinking about a contingency plan. About what would happen if they lost. She had debated against bringing up that splitting the votes had been a bad idea. She was clear example of how things were going to be difficult to decide. Who was she supposed to vote for? Her mother, her uncle, her brother in law? She never acted without considering every possible outcome, she liked to plan and prepare. But so far the end result seemed to be the same, no matter which of the three won, they would ensure the Dark Lord triumph. That’s why Narcissa knew they had to focus on what to do if they lost.

Walking through Diagon Alley lost in thought proved to be an unwise choice as Narcissa felt herself collide against a soft body. This time she was sure had been entirely her fault, so instead for reacting as she would normally do -all head held high and a cold tone- Narcissa faked an apologetic smile. ❝I’m so-❞ the apology died in her lips, the smile vanished, a look of surprise clear on her face. It wasn’t surprise as much as it was shock. Narcissa had not seen this person in years, well she had seen her, from afar, but had not talked to her since they left school. Even during those last few years at Hogwarts Narcissa had made sure to ruin the friendship they once had. ❝Greta❞ Narcissa said in a polite tone, ❝I- I’m sorry I bumped into you❞ because what else could she say?

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this too shall pass | greta & benjy

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The last couple of days had been a nightmare, except it was much worse, because you get to wake up from nightmares. This was their life now; a reality everyone had barely started to accept before it hit them all right in the face. When Benjy recalled the moment at the gala, when it finally dawned on him what was going on, he would say he had been terrified. Panic and sheer terror coursing through him, having to come to terms with the fact that no matter how much he had wanted to run in and help, he had been powerless. But that wasn’t the truth. The moment the smoke-like green skull had appeared in the middle of Selwyn manor, the mark of the death eaters, when Benjy had recognized his fellow order member floating next the one who called himself Lord Voldemort, he had felt anger. He wanted nothing more than to hurt those who had murdered and tortured innocents. But he was no longer the kid who used to pick fights at school, he had a responsibility now, and ensuring the safety of those around him was more important that whatever he had been feeling at the moment. And he had promised himself that he was not going to let the war change him. What good was it if he ended up like the people he was supposed to fight? Violence only brings more violence; hate cannot defeat hate.

At the funeral of Dorcas Meadowes, a fellow Ravenclaw, only a couple of years older than him, the girl he had gotten as secret santa just a few months ago. Benjy had spent days trying to find the perfect gift for her, and never got a chance to ask if she had liked it. It felt silly to wonder about such things as the despair tried to worm its way into him. Charity’s hand securely wrapped on his, the only thing that kept him from giving up. There is always hope, Benjy tried to remind himself. Even if at the moment everything seemed lost. They would make it through. Thinking about hope, Benjy realized he needed to talk to someone, someone who just like him, would be certainly be thinking about how this nightmare would pass soon. Greta.

They never crossed paths while at school, but once they met at an Order meeting, Benjy felt comfortable and at ease around her. Greta was of the few people who didn’t get annoyed with Benjy’s cheerful demeanor in these times of war. Plus, she was an amazing baker, he would never admit that it was mainly because of the cupcakes she brought to the meeting that he had befriended her. They had been on different locations when the world had turned to ashes, both trying their best to help where they were. He had given her a sad smile at the funeral. And then they had agreed to meet at Diagon Alley and go for a coffee to talk about everything that had happened. To remind each other that they were not alone in this fight. Benjy had left the Ministry with enough time to make it right on time to their meeting. His Auror badge still pinned to his belt, a mix of wizard robes and muggle clothes, he was now regretting not changing into something less conspicuous. Before he had a chance to perform a spell on his clothes he saw a familiar face, he raised a hand before calling out for her ❝Greta!❞

[always-pure]

no man’s land | greta & narcissa

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July, 1979 Scotland, UK

Just when things seemed to be getting better life had decided to complicate everything again. Times of war were not for second guesses, and Narcissa felt like she was one incident away from finally making the choice she had been both fighting and nursing ever since she had run into her sister. That simple encounter had changed everything. It had opened wounds, but also let the memories fill her mind. It wasn’t just Andy, no it was running into old friends, realizing that there were those out there that still cared for her. All the thinking of what ifs and maybes was driving her mad, she needed a break, a place to clear her mind, to breath. So Narcissa headed for the one place she knew she wouldn’t be bothered, mainly because its location was known to so few.

The meadow was just as Narcissa remembered, she had not been back in so long, she had almost expected it to no longer be there, but it was. The universe was perhaps trying to tell her that good things still awaited for her, after all the years, after everything she had done -even if not by her hand but by simply standing by and letting it happen. Being in the meadow instantly filled her with peace she had not felt in a while. And just as she began to relax a noise caught her attention. Narcissa turned to find another person already there. ❝Greta?❞ she asked surprised, but then again was she really surprised that her old friend had come to the one place they both loved? ❝You needed some space as well?❞ she asked with a small shrug, maybe running into Greta was the last thing she needed to come to a decision. The universe at work again.

If the flowers around them could talk, they would tell tales of two girls as different as the sun and moon, but whose hearts could not be more similar. Two girls that took different paths, and now, well only time will tell what would happen now. Another noise brings Narcissa out of her thoughts, this time a much louder, not so familiar noise. ❝Did you bring someone here?❞ Narcissa almost asking if she fell into a trap, ❝to capture me?❞ her heart who was almost set on asking Greta for help shattering again. Masked figures begin to appear, to surround them, wands drawn, no this is not something Greta would do, that Narcissa is certain of, this is an act of cowards. ❝Greta...❞ almost a whisper, Narcissa makes her way towards her old friend, she reaches out to grab Greta’s hand, whether to apparate away if they are able, or so they wouldn’t die alone, what happens next would tell which one.