A/N: Hi so it’s March 31st so I’m still within the right timing! And you know, since it’s March and that Malfoy Manor/Shell Cottage happened in March, I cannot, for the life of me, not write it. I am fully aware I have a Malfoy Manor/Shell Cottage problem so no needs for an intervention or anything. I hope you’ll still like it! I’m not fully satisfied with it but my eyes are getting sore from looking at it too much…
They all quietly return to the cottage after Dobby’s burial.
Hermione can’t think properly, can’t process everything that happened and brought them to this moment.
They came so close to losing it all.
Dobby’s death, as heroic as it was, makes the war all too real. She can still hear Ron’s screams of anguish, her body still trembles and burns.
Before entering the small house, she turns to look at the sea. She watches the waves crash on the sand, the seagulls fly free above them and yet, it’s Ron’s hand low on her back warm and soothing, that grounds her the most.
She’s in pain, emotionally and physically. And so so tired of running. There’s been this sword of Damocles above their heads for years. She’s all too aware of it. It almost slit her throat earlier today, but killed Dobby instead.
She wants everything to stop, just for a minute, so she can catch her breath.
But, nothing will stop and no matter how torn apart she feels, the world will keep on spinning.