Okay this is really short, I know. I hope to add to it later and make it into a proper length story, but a plot bunny attacked me and I had to write down something. Let me know if you think it looks interesting so far.

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What is to give light must endure the burning.

- Viktor E Frankl

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They shouldn't have really been there.

And hadn't they been idiots for thinking it would work.

All they could do was stand back and watch as the world burned around them.

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Earlier. . .

"You really think my sister isn't going to notice that you're gone?" Ron asked sceptically, leaning on Harry's wardrobe watching him pack his life away piece by piece

"No," Harry grunted while trying to stuff his pants into his already overflowing knapsack while edgily eyeing the rainy day out of the window. "I do, however, expect you to cover for me until I get back."

"Do I look like I want to be hexed? Sorry mate, but my sister is way too scary when she gets worked up and she's gonna go on a rampage to rival mum's most spectacular ones when she finds out what you're doing."

Harry froze at the mental picture Ron's words presented and tried to arrange his facial expression into a neutral one. "That's why she won't find out. Look, if you need to tell Hermione-"

"-Oh I'm telling Hermione. That's a given. I can't keep something like this from my sister and my wife." Ron was right. Friendship only went so far against the women in the family, especially when they united under a common goal. Harry sighed, tired already. He gave up trying to stuff the pants into his bag and threw them away, zipping up the pack and slinging it over one shoulder.

"Look, just do your best. That's all I'm asking. Please?"

Ron sighed and looked over his friend's expression. What he was looking for, Harry wasn't sure, but apparently he found it, as he said "Okay."

Harry sighed in relief. "Thanks mate. I appreciate it." He clapped Ron on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to go out into the rain, Ron called out "Harry?"

Harry paused but didn't turn around. "Yeah Ron?"

"Be careful. Please, mate."

"I will. I just need to get this done. Are you ready?" Harry turned to Teddy, who so far had been watching leaning on the doorframe saying nothing. A backpack was slung over his shoulder, his hair a non-offensive shade of brown slightly darker than his father's, a contrast to his usual shade of turquoise.

"Yep," he sighed.

"Good. Let's go."

And with that they crossed the threshold and were gone.

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