The wind was seductive
As it blew through the trees
Whispering death
While falling away through
Transient Weaknesses
And Transient strengths
She stood in the kitchen, waiting. The sky was still dark, yet somehow full of energy. Energy that wasn't grasped. It was hidden silent energy. The energy she knew of. Yet the sky was also full of secrets lurking. Of mysteries of what would, and wouldn't come to her doorstop. It was then that she heard the loud boom, on the pavement of her outside patio. That the young-ish woman rushed outside.
"Hagrid!" She exclaimed. Seeing the tall man with his kind yet bearded face. It lit her face up with a temporary relieved smile. Someone was here. It was true, someone had survived. A brief sate of happiness filled her. That then, quickly drowned.
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W-wheres everybody else?" She then asked him, now troubled. The possibilities began endlessly running in her head. Why were Hagrid, and the Harry who's polyjuice potion didn't seem to wear off yet back so early?
"I just don't know…." He confessed. "We saw 'em in the sky an' all. But they just ain't appearing 'ere." His mood seemed to fall a little when he realized the possible hidden truth in his words. For any happy relief he had shared with her, was now defeated and possibly drowned as well.
It was then that two other identical booms sounded. As more order members appeared. Each harboring a "Harry" who upon arrival was already changing or had changed back to themselves. The woman noted that Hagrid's Harry didn't turn back, could it be that he was the real "Harry"?
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Evening Leandra." Kingsley politely said to her. For he had been one of the Order members that landed.
"Evening Kingsley." Leandra replied. Relief thudded through her, that someone else had arrived.
At first the entire atmosphere held was relief. Leandra could feel it. Especially as she watched some of the members. Bill Weasley helping Fleur off a threstal. A girl with wild brown hair was (Whom as she had heard was probably Hermione.) Taking glasses off a red haired Weasley, whom Leandra figured was Ron.
Almost everyone had arrived now. Whether it be on threstal or broomstick. For a few minutes the weight of silence hung in the air. It wasn't until people started to speak. That the atmosphere seemed to shake off a few pounds of relief. And gains pounds of worry.
"Is everyone here?" Hermione tentatively asked. In her voice and mind it was obvious she thought she knew the answer. But was acting out of character. She was doubting was she knew. Something that Hermione never often did. She was a girl who was always certain of what she knew. She was courageous, and didn't doubt herself in the face of fear. Whether it be for good or bad.
"Remus hasn't arrived, with George yet….." Nymphadora shakily said. Putting on a brave face. Masking her fear for her husband, and for the weasley twin. The weight of what could happen in this situation seemed to dawn on her. As if like a balloon letting out air, fear seemed to grip her along with panic just a bit.
"Dad, and Fred haven't came back yet either….." Ron said softly. He said it as if referring to an equal. He seemed to mask his childish worry with adult-like doubt. Seeing his father and older brother as an equal. But despite that he still seemed to lack strength. Leandra, saw out of the corner of her eye, Hermione tentatively, and shyly take his hand. She seemed to blush with worry when she did so, but Ronald didn't let go.
"Mad eye hasn't arrived yet either." Harry Potter said. Showing fear, as if a sort of long lost friend. Someone who had brought him this far in life, only to disappear. Yet he stood silent and strong. His wondering green eyes searching the sky.
Then the silence followed. The weight of waiting, and silence. Heated up and mixed together with anxiety. An atmosphere in which inside you were crying, but on the outside a nervous brave face full of fear, and a tremor of hope. Though it only last for a few seconds the awkward heated silence felt like hours.
"Why don't we go inside? It's warm in there." Leandra suggested. The group slowly began to merge into her house. Though it was small, and really wasn't much. For Leandra lived alone with her daughter. They didn't need much, only the essentials for living.
While they walked in. The averaged sized eleven-year-old girl that was sitting in a dining room chair sprang up. Almost ready to demand immediate details. But then saw and felt the atmosphere. The nervous mood, and expressions. She slowly sat back down, hoping she was not a weight for the heated heavy silence. The tension slowly filled the room, as uncertain grief felt. She tucked her skinny legs under herself, and sat. Waiting for a conclusion to be made. A sort of explanation, she thought she ought to hear. But of course, none came.
"Greening Yora." Hagrid said quietly to the child. Smiling in a polite manner. He had always liked Yora. But then again he did like most children. He looked at the black haired girl, with sad, but kind eyes.
"Evening Hagrid…." She said quietly. Absentmindedly sensing his mood, and the atmosphere around her self's mood.
Yora watched her mother, standing there uncertain. She had on the same face as the other members. Uncertainness. Fear. The atmosphere was full of agony. Yora felt it. Anyone could've felt it. Yora might not have felt it as bad as some in the room, but she still felt the silence. The heat and harm of it. The anticipation of waiting, waiting for a conclusion.
Yet even in the words, a sound was forming in her head. It was soft. It sounded like a bunch of muttering. But it slowly cleared up just a tiny bit. It seemed like a flashback with words, yet somehow it came up suddenly. A voice she could hear in her head. It seemed like a familiar friend. Then the wordless flashback started:
He grunted, as he stunned the bloodthirsty death eater. It was as if every few seconds he would stun someone while disarming another. While supporting the bleeding body on his broomstick. He was sworn to take care of the young man who had lost an ear. They began to near the house. In a few minutes they'd be there.
As the sounds of the mental scene flashed through Yora's memory. The wind slowly blew toward her. It seemed to breathe through her mind, a message. They'd be okay. Yora looked around. It appeared nobody else had heard this. Just her. She had had times like this before, just never so…..vibrant.
It seemed as though it was her imagination attempting to comfort her troubled, and confused mind. But Yora found this hard to believe it had seemed realistic as if in a minute they would be here, landing….
One minute later a large boom came from outside. Yora jumped and ran toward the door, as did her mother and a few other members. Yora them felt her mother's blue eyes fixed on her only daughter.
"Yora! Stay put." Leandra said firmly to her daughter. Who walked back to her chair. As Kingsley, her mother, and Tonks ventured outside. It was then that was shouting started. In came Lupin, and Kinglsey who shouldered the weasly twin, George. Lupin's shoulder was covered in his blood, as was his head.
It looked as if he could lose his ear. The same way, Yora had seen in her vision.
The sounds came to Yora again. Her imagination had seemed to give her a message about the weasley twin…..losing an ear. Yora shook it off. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't important. It was nothing. She was hallucination from grief….yes that was it. Mad eye had been her friend. Why wasn't she acting so sad. Yora scolded herself absent mindedly, calling herself a bad person. For not grieving Mad eye. Yet she somehow forgot this thought, and focused on George.
They set him gently down on the couch. And Yora watched her mother transform. Her mother went from the single mother, with one child. The worn down woman who hadn't had her morning coffee. She watched her mother change then into a self that was seemingly invincible in spirit. The part of her mother that was a nurse. A woman who used to work at St. mungo's. The part of her mother that came up rarely. Her mother transformed as she began to work. As if she still did work at the wizarding hospital.
"Yora pass me the big first aid kit, now." She said. Yora immediately tossed her mother it. And watched her mother clean the wound. And patch it up the best she could with her at hand supplies.
Two minutes later the next boom rung out, and Arthur Weasley, and Fred appeared, as a few members rushed outside.
"We're the last one's back? Sorry, we ran into some trouble…where's George?" Mr. Weasley said. It was silence; the members seemed to stare at him. Leandra just couldn't find words….any words, any heart to tell Arthur what had happened to his son. Kingsley and Nymphadora seemed to be in the same situation.
Feeling the mood, Arthur Weasley, began to rush inside. Worry stabbed at his heart. Nothing could have happened right? It couldn't be too serious. George had been with Remus…Remus lupin…he was a good fighter. Arthur had known he could trust him with his son's life.
Fred followed his father, expecting the worse. Unsure, he turned himself blank. Shielding out any emotion. Walk. Step. Breathe. What had happened? He found himself rushing behind his father. He walked up to where his brother lay, he stood, even as his father kneeled down.
Looking at the new arrivals, Hermione the took the opportunity to ask a question: "Where's moody?" She asked.
Remus Lupin opened his mouth to answer, an answer it was obvious he did not want to say. As if shame could burst through him. "He's gone." He said, then turned more cold and hard.
"We need to discuss something later, we've been betrayed…" He said. But not even the shocking news could change the mood in the room. The silence slowly bore into the room. It was resolute, and it replaced the silence of waiting, with the silence of grief.
Grief was like a demon in the room eating up the happiness. Sucking it away. It pulled the light out of the dark, and ate away at your insides. It made sadness slowly dawn on you, the fact it was a voice again you'd never hear. The fact that it'd pull you under and never let you go. It was the black darkness of grief.
It was then that Leandra spoke.
"It's really late." She said. "If you're going home, not to kick you out, but go now…" She said trying to lower the mood, but it backfired on her. "If you'd prefer to stay here, I have the guest rooms ready. " People began to merge and talk.
Yora slowly snuck into the crowd. Seeing if anyone was in the mood, and sneaky enough to tell the eleven-year-old child she was, what had happened.
"I don't understand." Harry Potter- the real one seemed to be whispering to Ginny Weasley. Her and her mother had been at Yora's house for half the day. Yora liked Ginny but sound her kind of dull. Ginny was nice, and also funny. But Ginny wouldn't tell Yora anything about what was going to happen. She'd always smile, and pat Yora on the head as if she was a small child, and tell her she was a child. She should go to school, have fun and not worry about it. But Yora did worry, so Yora felt it didn't make sense.
Yora kept listening to the conversation.
"I just really don't understand…" Harry said.
"What don't you understand?" Ginny said softly back to him, their heads were bent in close.
"Why we couldn't go somewhere else, we don't need to get more people involved in this war…"
But Yora heard no more, for the steady hand, of Fleur Delacore touched hr shoulder, and told her, that her mother wanted to speak to Yora. And Yora's mother sent eleven-year-old Yora to bed.