vi·sion·ar·y
/ˈviZHəˌnerē/
adjective: visionary
1.
relating to or able to see visions in a dream or trance, or as a supernatural apparition.
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April 29th, 1981
"You can't expect me to sit around and let Dumbledore do nothing while our daughters life is in danger!"
"That isn't what I'm asking. I need you to calm down and not make rash decisions that could effect her future — our future."
The couple stood in their home, it was around ten o'clock at night, and their daughter was fast asleep in her room upstairs. The man walked over to his fiancée quickly, but she didn't step back. She did not fear the man in front of her, even when he would get angry — as angry as he was now.
He stopped in front of her and brought his forehead down to meet hers and sighed. It was as if the moment the two had touched he instantly calmed down. She looked up into his eyes and gave him a soft and reassuring smile. The smile he dreamt of at night and awoke to in the morning. The smile that brought light into the world during a time of turmoil.
"He isn't doing enough," The raven-haired man spoke in a calmer, but still frustrated voice.
The woman brought her arms around him, pushing herself against him as a form of comfort. She sighed and spoke up, "I know, I'm working on it."
He stiffened and pulled away to be face to face with her, "You shouldn't continue to put yourself in danger for this war. For Dumbledore. I won't allow it." His words were firm, but the worry was evident in his tone. Especially to Freya, who understood the man as well as she understood the sky was blue. It was second nature.
The brunette looked up at him with a spark of appreciation in her eye. "Lily and James are helping as well. James wouldn't let me be put in danger and Lily understands. She has Harry to fight for."
The words rang in his ears and his shoulders relaxed. She was right. He once again nodded and brought her into a hug, swaying slightly. Allowing himself to melt into the woman who he would soon call his wife.
The moment was short-lived before a stag Patronus had burst into the living room where the two stood.
"Dumbledore wants you to go to a meeting in the morning. Sirius and I just got back from a mission... It went well, thanks for asking." Freya rolled her eyes at the dramatics but waited for him to continue, "Anyways, he only wants you to go, Freya — I'm not sure why, but Lily said she'd accompany you to Hogwarts and you can go out for lunch afterward. I'll see you guys tomorrow!"
