Hanging On To Hope
Rating: T {TW mentions of self Harm}
Words: 399
Desc: Roselynn has to run from the muggleborn registration. If there's one thing she knows it's that hope is the only thing that can keep her hanging on, even if just barely. Hanging on until she's called to fight. Called home.
Roselynn had been on the run for almost three months now.
She was barely an adult at just seventeen and she was already a wanted fugitive, the new regime had taken over the ministry under the leadership of Lord Voldemort and she knew that capture meant being locked up in Azkaban as some kind of thief of magic, or worse and so she'd headed off into the countryside never staying in the same area more than a week.
She spent her days on high alert, attempting to scavenge for food, and her nights barely able to sleep huddled in her tent under her blanket and ravaged with nightmares of what could be happening to any of her friends at this moment. The lack of news was killing her.
She missed her parents, her friends and her old life. The world of magic and wonder she'd joined at the age of eleven had been shattered and changed beyond recognition and was now full of danger, death and destruction.
Rose let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through her unruly brown hair, her eyes reflecting the firelight. She'd managed to scrape up a meal although her insides were almost too full of hot, bubbling worry to eat it. She nibbled at the sandwich with disinterest and then stared into the fire once again. What if Harry, Ron and Hermione had already been captured and killed? What if the war had already been lost? What if this was her life now? Fear and Hunger. Sleeplessness and worry. No, she couldn't think like that, they were okay. They had to be. If she lost hope now what was the point of living at all?
Rose stared down at her arms that were marked with thin scars made with the switchblade she kept in her pocket, a bad habit she'd picked up when her situation became too much to bear. She couldn't give up, she had to hang on. Hang on to hope.
As she sat there lost in thought, it happened. A burning in her pocket. The DA coin Hermione had given her. She pulled it out and read a single message:
Harry's back. It's time to fight.
Roselynn's heart soared and without a second thought she packed up her camp, pulled her rucksack on her back and turned on the spot, heading back to Hogwarts. Heading home.
Hope had prevailed.