mrsmxlfoy - ☯ confronting remus in the hospital wing after Dumbledore's death
She can barely understand what’s happened,
let alone understand what's currently going on. It’s a lot to ask
of anyone, especially when you’ve just found out that your
leader has been m u r d e r e d and another of your number is
lying mutilated upon a hospital bed. Thank goodness that Bill'll
be alright. They could use some good news after a night like this.
She’s exhausted. Every part of her. And she isn’t sure how much
longer she’ll be able to last before collapsing into a puddle of tears ;
surely no one wants to deal with a hysterical young witch. And the
only person she wants to collapse against has been avoiding eye
contact with her for, well, almost ten months now. And that, above
all else tonight, is what breaks her heart the most. Mad-Eye isn’t here,
her mother and father are safe at home, and she’s burdened the
Weasley’s enough. No, there’s no one for her to cry with. He won’t
look at her.
She numbly relates the evening’s order of events, all leading up
to the confession that they had let Snape run right past them up
the stairs, not thinking for a moment of what harm he could do.
How could they have known? They couldn’t have. It’s almost
grown to be too much for her, she’s about to just get up and
leave, when Fleur, Fleur of all people, surprises them all.
And all of a sudden, she’s struck by the fact that he still won't
look at her. And, oh, she's angry. Angry at him for being so bloody
n o b l e or whatever it is he’s terming it. It’s enough to set her eyes
ablaze, something she had almost forgotten could happen.
❝ You see! She still wants to marry him, even though
he’s been bitten! She doesn't c a r e ! ❞
Just like that, her precious secret is out in the open. Not that
she’s ever been ashamed of loving Remus. Never in all her days
has she ever regretted loving him, even if he is a blind and
stubborn fool of a man. He spouts some nonsense about how
Bill will not be a full werewolf, as if that makes any difference.
❝ But I don’t care either, I don’t care! I’ve told you a
million times……. ❞
Somehow she’s gotten a hold of the front of his robes, and she’s
shaking them for all that it’s worth. Another feeble excuse dribbles
unconvincingly from his lips, but she can finally see a glimmer of hope.
That’s because he's looking at her. After all this time, he’s finally
looking at her. And she isn’t going to let him look away until he realizes
that she’s been looking at him all this time ———
