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THE FOLLOWING WEEKS PASSED in a state of calm, and though the Golden Quartet knew it would not last, they couldn't help but relish every second of the quiet peace that dawned on Shell Cottage — every moment together in which one of them wasn't in ...

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THE FOLLOWING WEEKS PASSED in a state of calm, and though the Golden Quartet knew it would not last, they couldn't help but relish every second of the quiet peace that dawned on Shell Cottage — every moment together in which one of them wasn't in danger. Outside, the war continued to rage; inside, the search for Horcruxes continued as they plotted with Griphook to break into Bellatrix's vault in Gringotts. 

"It's got to be in there," Hermione had said in a whisper as they huddled around the living room fire one night. "You saw the way Bellatrix reacted when she thought we had been inside." To this, Harry's grip on Edelyn's hand had instinctively tightened. "It's got to be in there."

On the eve of their planned departure, a storm bellowed through London, and the mingled sound of whistling wind and crashing waves floated into the cottage. Edelyn stood at the kitchen counter, humming her favourite melody by the Weird Sisters as she chopped carrots for that evening's supper. The tune came to an abrupt stop before the chorus, however, as a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and soft lips brushed her cheek.

"I could have cut myself, you know," she stated, lying the knife down onto the cutting board and pressing her back against his chest.

"Nothing a band-aid couldn't fix," he said, then added as a second thought, "Or a quick healing spell."

"That's not the point. You can't just sneak up on people like that." But any conviction was lost when her voice wavered as he kissed her neck. 

"You don't seem to be complaining."

"I am complaining."

"Then why are you smiling?" 

"I'm not — I—" She blushed. "Oh, sod off, Harry." 

He chuckled and Edelyn rolled her eyes as she spun around to face him, arms reaching up to rest around his neck. "You're a real prick sometimes, you know that?" 

"Prick?" He scrunched his brow. "I thought I was a quote: bloody dimwitted, stubborn, nutty, dunderhead." 

The corners of her mouth twitched. "Well, that too." 

He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers, a smile forming on his lips as he stared into her gunmetal blue eyes. "I really wish we had done this sooner," he whispered, then flittered his eyes away as if he hadn't meant to say it aloud. 

She tilted her head questioningly. "Done what sooner?" 

His cheeks reddened and the apple of his throat bobbed. "You know..." His shoulders rose and dropped, gaze glued to their feet. "I wish we had been together sooner." When she didn't respond, he added, "It just sucks that our relationship is really only getting started in the middle of a war, you know? I mean, it doesn't exactly scream romance."

"Oh, I don't know. I find looking for pieces of Voldy's soul together quite romantic." Harry looked up to see that she was grinning at him. "Sentimental, saccharine, absolutely gooey. A story to tell the—" 

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