"The ministry has fallen."

Wedding

"The ministry has fallen."

The words echoed through the silence. Everything remained still just for a second, and then all around them hell broke loose.

People disappearated on the spot, taking their families with them, their spouses, fleeing before things got out of hand. Screams for help, cries of terror, it was chaos.

Draco's hand instinctively took Eva's, who was standing next to him, and dragged her out of the panicked mass of people shoving and pushing their way through before they trampled over them. He managed to get them out of harm and into the furthest corner of the tent.

"Is this it?" She asked with wide eyes, her face gone pale. She could feel her heart beating against her throat as she caught a glimpse of fear on Draco's silvery eyes. Yes, she thought with sadness, this was it.

"You need to leave." Draco said, his voice breaking at the end. Every time something like this happened, every time the possibility of not seeing her again became too real, he felt like ditching everything and fleeing. Leaving so far away where no one would find them.

Before she could answer though, the Burrow was surrounded by black cloaked figures, chanting a strange victory anthem that made Draco's blood freeze, he recognized the words, they were praising The Dark Lord. The people remaining lost it and began to scatter away, tearing the tent apart. He could see out of the corner of his eye how members of the order rose to action, flashing lights landing all around them and emerging from their own wands.

Draco pulled out his and cussed under his breath. This wasn't supposed to happen. The Weasley's engaged in duel just a couple steps from where they stood with the group of Death Eaters, clearly outnumbered, and he knew they were running out of time.

He took a deep breath, meeting his girlfriend's bright amber eyes and without another second, pressed his lips hard against hers in a rushed kiss.

"I love you." He whispered against them. Eva's eyes shone with such emotion no words were needed. He could hear and feel every unspoken word by just looking into the molten gold irises.

She reached up to touch his cheek with the back of her index finger, kissed him for the last time and left. Only later would he realize she was wiping away a tear.

Draco watched as she ran off, joining the mass of people leaving in an attempt to find Harry, Hermione, and Ron, black mane lost in the multitude. He felt his heart twist in his chest, for the first time he was not entirely sure they would be reunited, and it brought a knot to his throat so painful he thought he would start weeping right there and then. But soon, that heartbreak turned into hot rage, and fueled by that he pointed his wand into the nearest group of death esters and joined the duel.

Eva hadn't even made it halfway into the garden when she spotted Harry, wand drawn, making his way to the tent. Oh no you don't, she thought, fully understanding his intentions.

She sprinted towards him, and reached him just in time before he managed to run off into battle.

In the middle of Eva's attempt to get a hold of him she caught a glimpse of Ginny back inside, and she understood why he was in such a hurry to get there. Taking advantage of her distraction he pushed Eva aside and took off once more, calling her. "We need to go!" Eva yelled, running after him, and standing in his way. He tried to push past her but she forcefully surrounded his arms with her own, pushing him back. "Harry please!"

"GINNY!" He shouted above her shoulder, the desperation in his voice sent a chill down Eva's spine. She almost felt guilty for keeping him from joining her. "She needs me! Ginny!"

"Eva!" Hermione shouted somewhere behind them, puffy eyed and red cheeks stained with tears, rushing towards them with a beaded purse against her chest. "Now!"

"No!" Harry shouted but Eva shut her eyes, keeping the pained voice of her friend out of her head, and reached out to get a hold of Hermione's outstretched hand before spinning in her place.

They landed in the street next to Grimmauld place with the noise and chaos of the Burrow still echoing fresh on their heads. Eva didn't waste another second before she let go of her friends and crossed the street in a sprint. "C'mon." She called after them and went inside. As she figured, she was greeted by the alarms set by the Order. With a flick of her wand she got rid of them, and scanned the place for other people.

"It's clear." Hermione announced before she could, wand out as well. Eva sighed and leaned against the wall, taking off her heels and tossing them aside. Hermione started walking down the hall and Harry remained still on his place by the door.

"Listen." She said struggling to look at him in the eye, her back still pressed against the wall. "I'm sorry, but we had to go."

He shook his head and gave her a tight smile. "It's not your fault. It was stupid of me."

Eva smiled back, then started walking to the living room where Hermione was settled. Only then did Eva remembered how upset she was and how Ron wasn't here.

"Hey." She cooed, joining her down on the floor where she sat crossed legged, roaming around her purse. Eva took her hand on hers and squeezed. "What happened?"

Hermione was looking down at her hands shaking her head, fresh tears running down her cheeks.

"Hermione?" Harry called, sitting in front of both girls in the large dusty armchair.

Finding herself in the middle of unwanted attention she broke into a fit of sobs. It was strange seeing her loose it like this, usually she was the cool headed one, the most collected. "He wouldn't come." She hiccuped. "H-he would n-not come!"

Ron.

Eva looked up at Harry and she could see the hurt in his eyes. Sometimes she forgets how close Ron and Harry used to be.

Hermione wiped away her tears with her spare hand and continued. "H-he said his family needed him. I tried to m-make him understand but- but he wouldn't listen." Eva rubbed small circles on the back of her hand and sighed. Ron hadn't been the same since the battle, but she never thought he would ditch them like this.

Eva let go of her hand and surrounded her friend in a comforting embrace, her hand rubbing her arm up and down in a poor attempt to make her feel better. Hermione cried for a while on her shoulder, as Harry looked at them both with unfocused eyes. They remained like that for a little while, and until Hermione's cries turned into soft hiccups she stopped.

"Why don't you two stay here." Eva whispered with an encouraging smile. "I'll make some tea."

Hermione nodded and straightened up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Eva stood up, knowing both friends needed a moment to talk, and went into the kitchen.

She had never been as close to Ron as them. They were good friends there's no denying that, he made her laugh a lot, but she couldn't quite pin down when exactly had things gone so tense with him. She knew his relationship with Draco was strained, but she couldn't understand why he didn't come if he knew Draco wouldn't be here.

Once she made it into the kitchen, Eva searched the cabinets for the kettle and mugs. She ran her wand through them to clean them from the dust and rust, and filled the kettle with clean water. She waited, leaning against the counter, and sighed. She could still feel the adrenaline of the moment pumping through her veins, making her remain on edge. Slowly, trying to relax, she started to undo her hair. She released the pins and let the strands of hair fall down.

Once she was done, she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through it, massaging lightly. Far into the living room, she could hear the muffled voices of her friends, probably discussing tonight's events.

Eva groaned, the image of Draco's worried eyes in her head. She had refrained from looking back once they said goodbye, knowing she wouldn't be able to leave if she did. Harry had, and it had taken all of her to keep him from going. Things between him and Ginny had improved a lot since the battle, and she personally loved the way they got along. Ginny and her had gotten closer, and she knew how scared she'd been for him this past year.

The whistle of the kettle brought Eva back to reality, and with a deep breath she served the tea and waved her wand so they followed her into the living room. When she walked inside she saw Harry and Hermione both waiting for her, the latter looking much more relaxed.

"Here." Eva said and swished her wand. Each mug moved forwards and landed on their hands. She sat down next to harry, sitting over her feet and took a sip of her warm and soothing tea.

They drank in silence, each lost on their own heartbreak.