| lily ( @ 2011-07-21 23:53:00 |
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From the fist day Lily and Harry had gone into "official" hiding, she had known nothing but stress, worry, and fear. The past week, however, had exaggerated all of those emotions tenfold. From meeting with Severus, plotting her own death, learning of the planned death of a friend, and turning Harry into someone he is not, Lily was exhausted in every possible sense of the word. It was fortunate indeed that Arthur and Molly Weasley were such kind souls. The risk they took to help her and Harry was not lost on Lily - she knew that they risked not only their lives but the lives of their precious children. It was precisely this fact that made Lily reluctant to use safe houses at all, but sometimes there were no ways around them. Lily needed to speak to James, and she and Harry were both in need of a good meal and a good night's rest.
The protective wards around the Burrow hadn't changed since the last time Lily visited, and she worked her wand through them methodically the way Arthur had showed her until she was able to pass through. It was quite early Friday - Lily wasn't even sure everyone would be awake, though she suspected Arthur would be getting ready to leave for work soon. Just before Lily could knock a hand against the door, said door swung open, revealing a sprightly boy with the trademark Weasley hair and freckles. Lily's face curved into a genuinely pleased smile. "Good morning to you, Charlie," she said, stepping around the boy and into the house. It was relatively quiet, but immediately Lily's spirits lifted - just from being in a place so lived in and loved. "Are your parents up?" she asked, to which Charlie nodded and pointed above his head. "Dad's gettin' ready for work. Mum's upstairs with the twins." Lily's eyes traveled to the ceiling and back down again to Charlie. "Thanks, mate. I'll wait. Of course, that is if you, sir, don't mind." Lily pulled her face into a serious expression, as if she were truly waiting on Charlie's permission to settle on the couch. Charlie, every bit of ten years old, shrugged his shoulders and took a bite out of his apple. "Suit yourself," he said, and with that, he was off.
For the first time in weeks, Lily visibly relaxed. Her shoulders relensed their tensions, and she sank into the sofa and let her head fall back against it. For the time being, she was among friends. For the time being, she would be with James. For the time being, she could pretend her entire world had not been shot all to Hell.