Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows- Part One.
Azalea and Harry are stronger than ever, but when their paths split in two different directions, how will they survive without seeing one another for months? How will they survive as war finally breaks...
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The sky was impossibly dark on that night, damp and dreary and as Azalea Hogwarts stared at the home of Harry Potter, she couldn't help but think that that was a good thing. It would be harder to be seen this way, harder to be caught. The brunette had, on many occasions considered what Harry's house looked like and as she stared at it, she was fascinated. It was incredibly normal which was something she wanted more than anything... Normality.
The summer had been long for Azalea, memories of the previous summer running around in circles in her mind with every task that she completed. The war was close, she could taste it in the air but nothing she did could make her feel well enough prepared for it. Hogwarts was as protected as physically possible and the teachers ready to strike at any moment but as she apparated to number four Privet Drive, she began to feel unprepared all over again.
Azalea was not supposed to be there that night, she was supposed to be preparing but thoughts of Harry swarmed around her head every single second of the day and on the final day of term, at Dumbledore's funeral, she had promised to be there, to collect him and bring him back to the wizarding world once more. She wasn't about to break such a simple promise and she happily took the place of Mundungus Fletcher, the smarmy git who could not be trusted, in her opinion.
The plan was a simple one and she and Mad-Eye Moody had mutually agreed, they would go together, they would protect the group as a whole and make sure that there were no casualties on that night.
"Ready Lea?" Hermione questioned, popping up at her side and the other brunette girl smiled, nodding along. Mad Eye knocked on the door calmly, as if there was not a procession of colourful people spread out along the driveway. When the door opened and Harry appeared, Azalea grinned before he even lay his green eyes on her.
"Hello Harry!" Hagrid grinned, chuckling. The man was barely able to fit through the doorway, crunching through into the house as Harry was joined in a hug by Ron and then Hermione.
"Hello!" He beamed.
"You're looking fit" Hagrid chuckled in acknowledgement to the raven haired boy. Mad Eye was the one to break up their sweet little reunion, stopping forward with a bag in his hand.
"Yeah. He's absolutely gorgeous" he demanded sarcastically, making Azalea roll her eyes as he stormed through the front door, tapping his staff on the floor as he went, causing Harry to press flush against the wall of the hallway. "Now let's get inside before someone murders him,"
"Charming, Moody" Azalea chided and Harry's head whipped up instantly, emerald eyes glittering at the sight of her stood down the driveway.
"Lea" the word was basically a whisper from his lips as he took six steady strides towards her and grabbed her face, pulling her into a kiss. The daughter of Hogwarts melted into him, barely containing a brilliant grin that split across her lips at the sight of him.
"Harry" the word was breathless on her tongue as he finally pulled back, eyes scanning over her, assessing. She was somehow even more beautiful than he remembered, her chocolate brown curls bouncing in springs to her waist.
"Inside" Moody grunted again and the Chosen One sighed, noticing with amusement that his girlfriend rolled her eyes strongly before they proceeded back into the house once more. It was empty now and Azalea assessed it with fascination as Harry greeted the others.
"Kingsley" the Boy-Who-Lived was shocked to see the man standing there within his home. "I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister?"
"You, are more important." He informed, pointing softly at the boy as they all crowded around together.
"Hello Harry" a voice stole his attention before he could respond to Kingsley, turning, Harry shook hands with a familiar looking ginger man. "Bill Weasley"
"Oh, pleasure you meet you." He beamed, looking in every which way to greet everyone.
"He wasn't always this handsome" Fred whistled, stepping in behind his brother and Bill scoffed, showing off the scars slashed along his cheeks.
"True enough" he chuckled. "Werewolf. Name of Greyback. Hopefully repay the favour one day" he smiled and Azaleas eyes glittered as she watched the way Fleur beamed brilliantly at him, in true adoration.
"Still brilliant to me" she smiled, pushing up onto her tiptoes to kiss her fiancé, pulling him out of the doorway as Remus and Tonks entered. Harry's grin was stunning when he saw them, the closest to family he had left now. They were as much parents to him as anyone had ever been.
"Just remember Fleur" Remus chuckled. "Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now." And there was a chuckle that spread through the crowd.
"My husband, the joker" Tonks laughs, her arm linking with Azalea as they smiled at Harry. "By the way, wait til you hear the news-" they al turned to her as Moody came storming in once more.
"Alright alright" he scoffed, stamping to the centre of the group, pushing Bull and Fleur aside as he did so. Azaleas eyes remained on Tonks for a long time, glittering in joy for her friends somehow she knew. Azalea always knew. "Time for the cosy catchup later. We've got to get the hell out of here.... okay, Potter. You're still underage which means you've still got the trace on you."
"What's the trace?" Harry questioned in confusion, wrapping an arm around Azaleas shoulders softly.
"Means, if you sneeze. You-Know-Who will know. Point is, we'll have to take means of transport they can't detect" he stated, everyone else already knowing the plan and Azalea was absolutely certain, Harry wouldn't like it. "We go in pairs. That way, if anyone's out there waiting for us and I reckon there will be, they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one." Harry's face turned to one of confusion as Azalea stepped aside, Hermione loitering behind him.
