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Morgandy Yaxley (markedheart) wrote in all_roads,
@ 2008-05-03 03:22:00

Entry tags:

*thread-completed, dominic abbott, ernie macmillan, hannah abbott, hestia jones, miles stebbins, morgandy yaxley

Returning home; the Abbott's [MY, HA, DA, HJ, EM, MS]
WHO: Morgandy, Hannah, Dominic, Hestia, Ernie, Miles
WHERE: the Abbott's
WHEN: Sunday, 23 January, 2000; very early a.m.
SUMMARY: Mory returns Hannah to her home and family. COMPLETED THREAD/COMPLETED LOG.
RATING: PG

With a medium-volume pop, Morgandy and Hannah appeared not far from the Abbott house, far enough away to keep from being spotted, but not too far for Hannah's next leg of the journey.

Hannah looked up at Mory with the same shocked incomprehension as early. "Did she just-"

"Don't question it," Mory ordered quickly. Now wasn't the time. "Just go, Hannah, I can't be seen bringing you home. Can you Apparate from here? Maybe you should walk."

"No, I can do it." Hannah gave Mory one last look. "Thank you, I-"

"Hannah," Mory said, voice gentle but incredible firm, "go home."

Clutching her wand tightly, Hannah nodded and a moment later, was gone. When she reappeared, it was at the boundary of her house, the house and grounds laid out before her. It had been one week and a handful of hours since she had seen it last, though it had felt like years. With a relieved, gaspy sob, she ran across the property toward the house.

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regretfulde
2008-05-03 07:43 am UTC (link)

Dominic sighed, closing his journal when it became clear that no further journal entries were to appear within the next few minutes. He needed a drink, either coffee to keep him awake or liquor to dull his senses enough for sleep, and right now it was a toss up as to which to choose.

He yawned heavily, but decided to persist at this waiting game for a few more hours. Being his luck, when he finally did sleep he would sleep for days, and he couldn't afford that right now. No, the naps that he took at his desk would be more than sufficient until Hannah was home.

He passed through the living room on the way to the kitchen, pausing long enough to throw a blanket over Hestia and to turn off the TV. Ernie had been convinced earlier that perhaps the Muggle news might have some news of unrest that could be linked to Lestrange, and that had at least kept the boy busy the better part of the night, rigging up the contraption to pick up Muggle broadcasts. His work in the living room done, he walked into the kitchen.

He found his mug quickly, filling it with stale coffee that made him grimace as he swallow it, but swallow it he did. Sleep was a luxury for fathers with all of their children safe at home, clearly not for him.

It was in the middle of one of his almost chore-like sips that he saw a flash of blonde running closer to the house. Squinting, he was almost certain that it was an illusion, that his eyes were playing tricks on him and then the mug hit the floor, hot coffee going everywhere, including on his shoes and the bottom of his pajamas, but he didn't care, he was racing out the door, sprinting as fast as he could to meet her in the middle. Never did it occur to him to be cautious, because there was no caution where Hannah was involved. Regardless of the fact that Lestrange had proven that he was skilled in Polyjuice plots, Dominic knew that he would know instantly were Hannah not Hannah and that wasn't even something he was prepared to think about right now.

Finally to her, he threw his arms around her, shuddering with relief and sheer joy at having her home again. He wanted to say something, to apologize, to ask her the logistics of her escape, to ask what had happened to her, but the lump in his throat prevented all of that, instead he just hugged her as though by the force of his arms around her he could keep her safe for the rest of her days.

Thank you. Thank you.

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puffprincess
2008-05-03 08:25 am UTC (link)

There would be no feasible way anyone could have impersonated Hannah when it came to her reaction. Set only on getting into the house, having no immediate intent beyond being in those walls where it was safe, she nearly ran into Dominic before realizing she was no longer alone outside. It wasn't that he hadn't been in her line of vision, only that tears were already obscuring her vision. But there was no mistaking the crushing hug she was engulfed in, one that opened the floodgates of her relieved tears and she clung to him with every last bit of strength in her limbs. Though she was twenty years old, it was the clinging of a child, tightly-wrapped arms and awkward legs and shuddering sobs that wracked her body.

The word 'Daddy' was repeated as if a mantra, worked in between gasps. She was never going to let go. Never. She still didn't understand how this happened, how she was free now because her kidnapper had ordered it, and right now, given that the whole thing was so dream like, him fading away seemed to be a distinct possibility. She wasn't even aware when the single word repetition turned to sobbed pleas for him not to be a dream and not to disappear. If she woke up from this in one of those rooms she had been placed in for a week, she wasn't sure she would be able to deal with it. Though it had seemed impossible to do, she clung harder still, still her arms ached from the effort, and cried out the toxicity of fear and uncertainty that had built up in her for a week.