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Ron Weasley (weasleyisrking) wrote in wariscoming,

After their camp had been overtaken by the Croats, Ron, Stephanie, and Harry had taken to traveling right away. They didn't dare linger - not when there were so many Croats swarming the area, quickly explaining outward and making the place that they had once considered safe and as close to home as they were going to get in this hellhole into a bloody nightmare. They were all worn through real good, each sporting their own injuries (save Harry, of course, who was fortunate enough to get away with little more than a scraped knee) from their escape, but they were alive. In spite of everything, they were alive. Ron tightened his hold on his son as he walked, the young boy's head resting against his shoulder. Harry was asleep. Ron expected he'd stay that way, too, so long as nothing went amiss. Naturally, Ron couldn't count on that when they were traveling through the city on foot. He knew that they had to rest soon, not only because they were injured, tired, and emotionally burdened from what had just happened, but because their child needed to be taken care of. Comforted, fed, and safe. They couldn't carry him around in the open like this. It was too dangerous.

So, when Ron felt that they had covered enough ground for one day, he began to lead the way to a few buildings. They appeared to be abandoned, which was exactly what they'd need for the night.

But they'd have to be sure, first. Ron didn't want to go wandering into a building, only to have something that was lurking inside attack them. Whether it be a Croat, a madman, a demon, or something else entirely, Ron wasn't going to risk it. Quietly, he handed Harry off to Stephanie and shot his wife a pointed look. Reaching around his waist, Ron pulled out both his wand and gun, indicating that Steph and the child remain in place as he moved forward and began to walk for the door.

"Lumos," Ron whispered, the tip of his wand lighting up. He'd need to see inside. Ron knew that most buildings, like this one, were likely abandoned and dark. Since electricity was hard to come by nowadays, he could only assume that he'd be walking in blind without the light of his wand to guide his way. Gun held atop the wand, giving him double the protection, Ron tried to nudge the door open, praying with every fiber of his being that the building was safe.