'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE; cry to the angels... and let them swallow you
[ JULY THIRTEENTH, 96' ]
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'She never mentions the word "addiction" in certain company Yeah, she'll tell you she's an orphan After you meet her family She paints her eyes as black as night now She pulls her shades down tight Girl, give a smile when the pain come The pain gonna make everything alright
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket She wears a cross around her neck Yes, the hair is from a little boy The cross from someone she has not met She don't know no lover, none that I've ever seen To her that don't mean nothin' But to me, it means everything'
CW: oral and unprotected sex towards the end of chapter
Soon enough, Hera figured she ought to take herself up on the advice she'd given Harry. You need your friends, she'd whispered to him on the night he'd left with Dumbledore...
In the past, she'd never expected that they escort her from the hospital seeing as she spent next to every other lesson under Madam Pomfrey's care. There idea that there would always be a 'clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get' had manifested itself in her life in every aspect — even now, it seemed, she suffered some degree of insecurity in her relationship, knowing that she was in a far more secure place than that of her peers. Emotionally, at least, she didn't have to go through the hell that was dating as a young adult.
At some point, Hera began to contemplate if they knew what had happened to her since parting at the end of the school year, but she figured they had to with the media coverage she'd garnered.
In any case, Fred and George would've seemed the most likely visitors, but the exponential growth of their business in mere weeks had left them rather preoccupied. Hera had every intention of helping them with whatever they needed — at least while she attempted to find something else she was truly interested in — but at the rate they were going, they might not have any use for her in the end.
Because of this, it made for all the surprise when Ange and Allie rocked up outside her place around midday:
Cars did not gleam nearly as much as expected with the sheer amount of rainfall caused by the Dementors. Together, they remained outside on the little clearing of porch, half on the pavement, half on the road, regarding the drawn up curtains behind windows where the port would breeze could not reach.
