اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates.
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Addy's eyes flickered open several mornings later, her heart falling at the sight of the bed empty beside her.
There were divots in the locations where Harry's weight had previously been the night before, and an indent in the pillow. She recalled wrapping her arms around him so tightly, in hopes that he wouldn't be able to escape her cage and leave once more.
But he managed to pry her arms off somehow, and left just as dawn broke out. She realized he had left behind his sweater, which was carefully draped over her shoulders beneath the blanket.
Addy shivered beneath the fabric, burying her face into it and inhaling his scent of pure goodness; it was enough to comfort her.
She recollected the days leading up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione's departure, ever since the day the cottage visit took place. The trio spent a majority of their time planning intricately with Griphook, having to speak in low voices to avoid being overheard.
Addy was present whenever the planning had taken place, wanting to spend as much as time possible with Harry before he left, not caring how exactly they spent it.
But the nights were theirs; when a simple glint of moonlight shimmered through the glass windows, they would sit quietly on her bed and whisper in tones that no one but them could hear.
The stolen hours couldn't be taken from them.
She couldn't help but smile as she remembered their discussions about Harry's proposal in the cottage, anticipating his face in a red flush beneath the darkness. They had come to the conclusion where they would keep it silent from the others to avoid a distraction, meaning that she couldn't wear the ring.
But that didn't stop her from stealing glances at it in its box.
After a moment, Addy willed herself to leave her room and see if she could help with making breakfast or setting the table. She was much more stable on her feet than she had been one week ago, able to ascend and descend the staircase efficiently.
A part of her hoped for Harry to change his mind and take her along, due to her improvement in health, but it was still too risky.
Addy took a quick shower before making her trip down the stairs, shaking the dripping wetness from her hair while rummaging for the spare wand she was given, since she had lost hers ages ago, to dry the strands.
She ran into Mary at the kitchen, who stood by the stove with a spatula and eggs frying upon the top.
"Good morning." Mary smiled as she glanced up at her, "How are you feeling?"
