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I pace up and down the narrow hallway, making sure to stay out of sight of the windows. There may be strong wards protecting the house, but who knows what those Death Eaters have been up to these last few days. I can't risk it.
I can't risk her.
"Ted this is crazy talk! You can't just leave in the middle of the war!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Why can't she understand that the war is the reasonwhy I'm leaving! "Honey, I have to. Being around you is only going to make you a target. And with Dora having the baby…"
She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Dora would be having the baby in the middle of the war, whether you were here or not! And she would rather you be here to see it!" she said, throwing her hands into the air.
I shook my head emphatically. "Dora wouldn't want me around risking everyone's lives!"
"Our lives are already at risk, you stupid man! They've been at risk the day I fell in love with you, and you leaving won't change a damned thing," she said, voice breaking in places.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Andromeda crying is my weakest point. No matter how long she's been separated from the pureblood community, she still hates to openly cry. But in the face of my departure, the tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she tried her hardest to make me stay put.
"Please Ted, you can't leave me. The only reason I ever got involved is because of you! We've been in this for 30 years. Don't give up on us now," She pleaded, stepping closer.
I looked down at my shoes. She had a way of getting me to do what she wanted. It seemed like she was going to win.
"Shhh… don't cry. It'll be okay," I said pulling her closer.
She nestled her head into my chest and hugged me to her tightly. "Promise you won't leave. I need you."
She was asking me the impossible. Instead of answering, I kissed the top of her head and kept rubbing her back.
Every day after she came home and sought me out expectantly. I hated knowing that today would be the day she would be disappointed.
"I love you Andy," I whisper, hoping those words will comfort her somehow.
But I know the undelivered words won't mean much if I die.
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