As Lavender Brown's body lay amongst the ruins of what was once her home, she watched a family grieve the loss of one of their own, wondering why fate had so cruelly dealt them such cards. From a young age, all she wanted was to love and be loved in...
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»»» TOGETHER they walked down the empty streets,hand in hand, talking about topics ranging from the annoying step at the entrance of the Gyffindor Common Room to the strange quips of life advice they had received from Nearly Headless Nick. Each conversation resulted in a far more heated debate than the previous as they got carried away in the company of the other. It seemed having gone through the traumatic events, a bond had formed between them both.
For Fred especially, it was only becoming clearer that he had feelings for the girl. He had always been the one who would jump into a relationship without thinking, letting it burn with brilliance and passion, only to fizzle out far too quickly. Whilst it did earn him a reputation amongst his peers, it also meant that he was never one to analyse emotions deeply. They came and went as they pleased; his only priority was to ensure he stayed true to them at the time. All of this definitely helped him during his life, but now, in Death, the unknown was driving him insane.
On the one hand, he could reach out, grab her waist, pull her towards him and before her brain could even process what was happening, lean down and kiss her. It would be so damn easy. It was a move that had worked on multiple girls in the past, resulting in a snog session and an end to dancing around the edges of an unneeded conversation.
The problem with following that plan here, Fred thought, as his thumb traced patterns on the back of her hand, everything could go horribly wrong. Lavender was literally his only anchor in this weird realm and he wasn't about to do anything to threaten that.
It didn't matter that his heart was hammering at the sound of her laugh, which he came to realise, was far different to her giggle that he was used to hearing at Hogwarts. It was breathy, sounding much like a dying whale, but it was quickly becoming something he longed to hear.
Nor did it matter that every time she raised an eyebrow, he could never predict what craziness would spew from her mouth next. None of that mattered. It couldn't. She was off limits as far as he was concerned.
But as their insane adventure continued, he could only question why he bothered with that decision in the first place. They were both of Age, at least they were when they had passed away, so she should be capable of making the choice herself.
All it took was one brief look at her, eyes shining bright as she told a story of how she and Pavarti got caught trying to cook up love potions.
"I don't think I've ever seen McGonagall so angry, but she had this look - I can't really describe it," she trailed off.
"Kind of like the feeling when you reach into your trunk and find a random Chocolate Frog, but then it turns out to be a jumper and just before you can do anything, it launches itself at the cat who obviously destroys it with one swipe," Fred offered.
One eyebrow quipped upwards at his response as Lavender shook her head. "Exactly like that! Since when did Crookshanks venture into the Boys Dorm? I thought he was strictly a Common Room Area only cat."
