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Written for Camp Potter - Firework Show, week 1.
WordCount without A/N - 443
No One Questioned
It isn't right, what they're doing, and they both know it, but they won't stop. If anyone found out, it would be a disaster, and yet, they sneak around between work hours, meeting in secret where ever they are able.
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Amelia sits alone in her house, wondering when John will arrive, wondering if he will even be able to get away. They haven't been able to see each other for over a week, such is the hours of war. She stares into the fire, willing them to turn green, but they crackle away merrily, red, orange, yellow, intermingling as they burn.
A bang has her out of her seat, her wand in her hand as she takes cover behind the sofa. Her wards have been breached, and she can hear a cackle of laughter that could only belong to Bellatrix Lestrange. She knew they would come. Her wards clamped down, her fire closed up, anti Portkey and apparition wards fell down upon the house. When she set the wards, she knew, should it come to it, that she would be trapped, but she hoped the Aurors would arrive before the Death Eaters had chance to escape.
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John sighed as he signed off his last bit of paperwork for the night, glad to be finished. He would finally have a chance to see Amelia, to spend more than five minutes with her, for the first time in over a week. Shrugging out of his robes, he pulled his jacket on, picking up his bag, ready to leave the Ministry for the night.
"Dawlish! Get your robes back on, we've got an emergency!" Kingsley shouted, as ran past the room to grab whoever else was in the offices.
With a groan, John pulled his robes back on, exiting the room without his bag, hoping Amelia would understand as he moved quickly to the meeting point.
"Everyone ready? Wands out, this one might be a nasty one," Kingsley said, and John frowned when he heard the break in his voice. Grabbing hold of the rope that would be used to Portkey them to the scene, he wondered just what they were walking into.
John's heart stopped as they landed, as he saw the familiar house of his long time secret love go up in flames, the Dark Mark flying menacingly above it.
"NO!"
No one questioned the pain in his voice. No one questioned why he ran toward the house with no regard for his own safety. No one questioned why they found him sitting on the floor, clutching the body of Amelia Bones to his chest while tears ran unabashedly down his face.