philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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"I fucking hate this." Maria whispers as she sits, curled up, beside Regulus on the sofa of the Potter Manor, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her against his side as she sniffles into his T-shirt. Regulus fucking hates it as well. They'd already upped the charms on the house and yet Voldemort had still passed through with total ease.
They're now currently waiting on news from Alice and Frank, since Alice went into labour a few hours ago. However joyous it is, the fact still remains that Lily and James' baby could be born in July 31 and could be the child spoke of in the prophecy. They just have to pray that it won't be, otherwise their lives will become much harder.
Maria had thought about Voldemort's little visit to the Potter Manor often. How he had told her he didn't mean to upset her, like what does that even mean? He's Tom Riddle, for goodness sake, he'll harm and upset anyone in his way. She'd thought about Avalyn, even thought about paying her a visit.
Maria buried her face further into the crook of Regulus' neck and he sighs, adjusting her so she's sat across his lap.
"Let me see." Regulus mumbles, gently pushing her away from his chest and his eyes travel to the skin of her neck that's got blotches of purple and blue around it. Regulus' fingertips gently trace over the handprints making Maria wince slightly at the slightest pressure. Regulus frowns and pulls her back towards him, kissing her on her forehead before letting her relax back against him.
About an hour later, Maria had fallen asleep in Regulus' arms and he's gazing down as her whilst occasionally letting his eyes flicker to the bruises on her neck. Sighing, he pressed a soft kiss against her head, adjusting his gently grasp on her hip.
There door opens and Regulus looks over, seeing Sirius and Marlene walk inside, followed by Mary, Dorcas and Remus. He smiles softly and pressed a finger to his lips, indicating that Maria is asleep.
"Alice had a boy." Dorcas whispers as she sinks into the armchair carefully. "Neville Longbottom."
Regulus smiles, "that's great." He nods, swallowing thickly as he looks down at Maria once again, a disheartened smile on his face. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah, she's good." Mary mutters, looking softly at the younger couple on the sofa. "Is she okay?"
"I don't fucking know, anymore, Mary." Regulus breathes, his head drooping slightly as he pressed his thumb and index finger to his eyes that squeeze closed stressfully as tears threaten his eyes. "I just—I just want what's best for her. You know? But, like, anything I do to try and protect her just turns to fucking shit."
"It's a war, Reg." Marlene smiles sadly. "You can't protect her from everything."
Regulus purses his lips, "I know. I think I'm just going to take her up to bed." He mutters, lifting her up effortlessly and Sirius offers his younger brother a look of comfort as he strolls out with the love of his life sleeping peacefully in his arms — in his arms is where she feels the most safe, which he finds ironic since on that very arm lies the darkest mark a wizard could lay eyes on.
