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Warning: spoilers for book 7(but honestly, read the books before fanfiction, people!)
It was late when I finally made it home to the flat Dora and I share. I'd spent all day studying and stayed late taking a test I think I passed. After entering I locked the door immediately, paranoid as I was, well everyone still was even though the war was over and Harry had killed Voldemort. I felt a stab in my heart at the thought of my brother. Fred hadn't made it through the final battle.
There was a loud crash from the bedroom followed by a terrible wail. I ran into the room terrified at what I might find. There sat Dora, on the floor in a pile of something broken, crying. I rushed to her side, fear flooding me.
"Are you hurt?" I asked looking her over.
She shook her head and relief rushed over me.
I inched towards her, careful of the broken glass and wrapped my arms around her.
"Then why are you crying." I asked softly as I stroked her hair. It had turned blue to match her tears.
"I know you loved it." She mumbled, wiping her eyes. At least her tears had stopped for the moment. "It meant a lot to you."
I looked at the floor and sure enough there laid many sharp unfixable pieces to a piggybank my father had given me when I was four. She was right, it did mean a lot to me. Dad got it when he was only four, the first Muggle object that had started his obsession.
I couldn't lie to her, promised I never would.
"Yes it meant a lot." She started crying again.
But when I came in I hadn't even noticed it was broken, all I saw was my Nymph, crying.
"Come on." I said and I helped her to stand and guided her to the bed.
"I'm so sorry." She mumbled. "Why am I so clumsily?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Love. I find it endearing." I tried, but she sighed and turned away clearly not buying it, even though it was the truth. There were tears in her eyes still.
"It's beyond fixing." She said softly. I held her close, my nose buried in her soft hair. It was starting to lighten.
"As long as your clumsiness never breaks you beyond fixing, I don't care." I say into her neck and if feel her arms tighten around me.
She straightened up and wiped at her eyes.
"Sorry about all this." She held up her hand to show me her tears. "I guess I had a rough day all around. That..." she pointed to the mess on the floor, "put me over the edge. I really am sorry." Her blue eyes were wide and apologetic.
"It's ok my sweet Nymph." I mumble as I kiss at her neck and hear a gratifying sigh. I bring my lips to her ear.
"Your day may have been bad." I whisper. "But I'll make sure your night is better."