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FOURTY-TWO: I Hate Love Songs — Kelsea Ballerini
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( 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝟏𝟕 )
Harry's seventeenth came and went. It was a small, intimate event, with just the inhabitants of the Burrow and Remus; Molly's feast of a meal spread out on the table as they ate in the front under the floating lanterns that Meredith had magicked up (being cooped up at home for over a month had given her a lot of opportunity for reading) It was rather uneventful day, save for the Minister of Magic making a guest appearance and whisking the three of them away.
From what she heard, as the four of them sat huddled in the boy's room on the top floor, their faces basked in the warm glow of the candlelight and the one small lamp as to not wake anyone else, Rufus Scrimgeour had come to execute Dumbledore's will. Meredith then realised that it had been a whole month since the Battle of the Astronomy Tower. Since the first time that she had kissed Draco Malfoy.
(It felt like an eternity ago)
He had left Hermione his copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard ("So I guess that he figured out that you like books." Meredith had deadpanned)Ron, a Deluminator (he clicked it twice to demonstrate how it worked, the ball of light from the lamp dancing around), and Harry the first Snitch that he had ever caught ("That is quite disgusting." "I'm sure that he washed it, Meredith!"). He had also tried to convince Harry to join the Ministry's side and be the poster-boy in their fight of good versus evil but Harry, being the ever principled boy that he was, shut him down immediately, and probably with a lot of sass.
It was in that moment that Meredith realised the divide between them; the fact that although she'd spent a lot of time with them, and that she was here for his birthday and the wedding, she was never going to be one of them, one of the truly good guys who were going to go head on with Voldemort fearlessly while she returned to Hogwarts. She was always going to be the outsider, the observer; They had a bond that could not be broken and she just...wasn't a part of that.
