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57. Young
They just looked too young.
Looked too young to have seen what they had seen, heard what they had heard, lived what they had heard.
They just looked so young.
Curled up on the couch. Pansy laying on top of Ron. Her head tucked close to his neck as it laid on his chest. A blanket laying on top of them. Her right hand entangled with his. The henna markings now crystal clear where the entwined hands laid against Ron's body. His own markings clear on the right hand that was wrapped around her; holding her close.
So young, in fact that everyone watching knew they were really keeping guard.
Molly sat in her chair, knitting as she watched the two sleep, thinking of how they were too young to be embarking on a marriage -- even though she and Arthur had been the same age when they eloped.
Arthur and Lucius stood resting against a relatively empty wall watching as they sipped on firewhisky. Arthur wishing that something in his youngest son's life would go easy. Lucius wishing that he hadn't been so quick to judge Miss Parkinson.
Draco sitting at the table in the kitchen with Charlie. Both sipping their drinks as they looked through the half-wall into the living room. Draco mentally doing the accounting about purchasing the two of them a cottage or a flat for after graduation. Charlie trying to find the will to return to Romania when he could easily see two people who needed him here.
Ginny sitting between Harry's legs on the steps. His arms wrapped around her as she leaned into him. Both wondering if they really had done enough though their minds said yes and their hearts said no.
All watching the couple who slept too peacefully for what they had lived through.