Elinor was left with nothing after the Second Wizarding War.
She was just another fighter, another witch, some alumni who battled darkness and won but lost to the glorious shadow of Harry Potter. Not a worthy acknowledgement was left to paint her du...
02/05/2001 Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, somewhere in Scotland ¬
[ h o g w a r t s p t . 2 ]
"HOLY HELENA, ELLIE?!"
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Elinor knew that the moment she stepped out on the other side of the castle, seeing the guardrails placed around lumps of dirt under lush green grass, tombstones, and a tall marble monument besides Professor Dumbledore's unburied grave, she would cry.
But a shout of her name dragged her out of her emotion and she briefly saw a tall, lanky man before she felt two strong arms wrapped around her small figure.
The young man released his hug after a few seconds and placed his hands on her shoulders instead.
"It's really you! Wow!"
"Peter?"
"Yeah!"
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His name triggered a wave of fury among some of her companions, but Elinor just made a mental note to ask George about it later and brushed it off.
(Cough, Peter Pettigrew, cough...)
"How are you? Is your head okay? Why— Are you here with the Weasleys?"
"Y— Yes," Elinor awkwardly tried to wrench her sweaty hand out of George's, but the latter kept his grip tighter instead.
"Who is this guy?" George pointed at the intruder with his chin. Elinor sent him a disapproving look for his rude behaviour, "It's Peter Kavinsky. I told you about him. Peter, this is—"
"—George Weasley, I know," Peter's eyes were wide and he wiped his palm on his shirt before offering a handshake, "It's a pleasure, man. I'm Peter Kavinsky, uh, Hufflepuff alumni. I was— I'm Ellie's ex-boyfriend."
