Hamilton Mania, fighting a war: Auror ("There's a million things I haven't done.")
Character Appreciation: Auror
Showtime, Take a Break: "I know you're very busy."
Amber's Attic: JohnAmelia
Buttons: "Why so sad?"
Sophie's Shelf, vault 68: only one female character
Lo's Lowdown, Javert: Auror
Prompt of the Day: St. Mungo's
Balloon Wall: teal
Word Count: 503
There's a knock on her office door. "Enter," Amelia calls without looking up from her paperwork.
"I know you're very busy."
She looks up, unable to resist a smile when she sees John standing before her. "Not too busy for you."
It's amazing that they've come so far. Once, she wouldn't have even given him the time of day. Being professional had been always been her top priority. Even when she'd first started developing feelings for him, she'd forced herself to ignore them, knowing that falling in love with someone in her office was forbidden.
And here they are, months later, in love but still so careful.
"Good morning, Dawlish," she says
He adjusts his teal and grey tie. "Busy morning," he says. "Kingsley has asked me to take the lead on this raid."
Amelia's heart sinks. Being an Auror is dangerous enough, but heading a raid on a suspected dark wizard is a terrifying risk.
"Why so sad, Milly?" he asks with a grin. "I'll come back."
Though fear and worry twist her insides, she manages a smile. "You'd better."
His grin broadens, and be offers her a mock salute. "Anything for you, boss." He crosses the office and presses a quick kiss to her forehead.
"Good. Get to work."
…
She gets the news just before her lunch break. Heart racing painfully within her chest, she hurries from her office. No one stops her or questions her. Maybe they've already suspected her relationship with Dawlish, and they understand.
"St. Mungo's," she calls, stepping into the fireplace and dropping the Floo Powder.
She doesn't even hesitate when she appears in the hospital. "John Dawlish?"
The Healer glances up from his clipboard. "Madam Bones," he says brightly.
"John Dawlish," she repeats. "Where is he?"
The man looks offended by her lack of niceties, but he doesn't comment. Instead, he points. "Second room on the left."
She expects the worst and tries to prepare herself, but she's so scared. It's taken her three years to finally give in to her feelings for him. If anything happens to him…
With trembling hands, she pushes open the door. John grins at her when she enters. Most of the skin of his left arm has melted away, but she watches for a moment as new skin slowly begins to form.
"Milly! Here to visit me on my deathbed?" he calls brightly, offering her a cheeky grin.
"You aren't dying," she says dryly. "I forbid it."
John laughs and gestures her closer. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. There's a million things I haven't done." He pauses and reaches out, taking her hand with his good one. "So I'm not going down that easily."
She leans down and kisses his forehead, relief washing over her. It doesn't matter how long she has been in this line of work; she will always worry about him.
"Don't worry," he says, his fingers tangling in her hair. He kisses her gently, smiling against her lips. "I'll always come back to you."
