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I wake to you everywhere, but you are not here.
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Addy had to blink several times in order to register where they'd Apparated to.
It was Mary's home, the one they'd visited briefly while transporting Harry from his home.
Their surroundings were turbulent with the startling wind nipping at their skin and the bone-chilling aqua of the creek she stood in caged her ankles like a pair of cuffs.
She stepped out of the water as she frustratedly kicked her feet in the air to shake the droplets off, crossing her arms to avoid allowing the wind to refrigerate her.
Both Callista and Mary were doing the same, but less irritated than her, sharing looks of distress as they presumably remembered where they had escaped from.
"Are you two alright?" Callista questioned to dominate the silence, her eyes flickering around apprehensively.
Addy nodded as she bit her lip, "Yeah, I'm fine. But what about everyone at the wedding? Should we go back?"
"No, nearly the entire Order was there." Mary disagreed, motioning for them to follow her to the house, "The guests are in good hands with them, and should've escaped."
The trio walked upon the broken cobblestones wordlessly, each one of them struggling to exclude the dire thoughts of worse scenarios.
Addy gritted her teeth as she remembered Hermione, Ron, and Harry all Disapparating away from the wedding, wishing that she was accompanying her friends on the horcrux hunt.
She was the only other person alive that knew about the weapon to destroy Voldemort, and yet, she couldn't come along.
Addy wasn't even sure how her power was to be beneficial for the war; all the reasons Dumbledore listed, such as sending messages between others and predicting the future. They had Patronuses and Seers for that.
Mary stepped in front of her and Callista as she reached into the pocket of her dress to collect a key.
"I haven't been associating with magic very much in the past ten years or so." she explained as she fumbled with the lock and pushed open the door, "It's a habit by now."
They entered the dimly lit home with sighs of relief, and Addy slipped off her soggy heels while examining the area.
It seemed like Mary had some time to decorate a bit ever since their last visit.
On the wall right beside her head was a photograph of her with a red-haired woman who possessed familiar emerald eyes.
Standing with the two was a pretty blonde with a pair of sunglasses sitting on the top of her head. Each of them displayed bright and friendly grins across their faces.
