Saffron eventually fell back asleep, after crying for two hours. Charlie held her the whole time, telling her it was going to be ok. He was there and he would keep her safe.
When Molly walked in around five thirty am the next morning, she wasn't surprised to see a half asleep Charlie with a passed out Saffron in his arms.
Without word, Molly pulled Saffron carefully out of Charlie's arms and lay her down on the bed. She then grabbed Charlie's hands, muttering for him to wake up and hop into bed.
He woke up enough to stand up but was too exhausted to make it to the door. He half collapsed on the floor and fell asleep instantly.
Sighing, Molly shoved him away from the door a little bit and left him, knowing that there was no use wasting time with moving him.
She walked over to Saffron and took her temperature. Normal. She did a few other small checks on her before wiping her forehead gently with a damp cloth.
Saffron woke up two hours later, and just stared at the roof. Her body felt exhausted and she desperately wanted to go back to sleep. But she knew why she couldn't. That nightmare. Her parents, the death eaters, Charlie.
She had had nightmares like it before, many before it. But never as bad. They only seemed to be finding her parents dead, seeing their dead faces like she once had.
But there had never been Charlie, obviously.
She tried hard to think. She remembered him, holding her cheek, holding her body next to his and it made her heart thump a bit louder. Had that part been real, or a dream?
Her question was answered when she looked to the side and saw him laying on the floor. She sat up, a bit shocked at seeing him.
He looked so peaceful and calm, and she remembered how he had appeared in her dream.
Why was he on the floor though? Part of her would have loved to have woken up next t his warm body, something that she hadn't felt for a long time.
But part of her knew that that would not have been wise.
She knew she should get up, but she felt sore, and remembered her fall and cringed. How embarrassing. How had she not reacted, she just let herself fall like a rage doll.
She sat up and for Charlies sake, tried not to groan aloud. Her behind felt extremely painful and her left shoulder hurt a bit more. Her head felt heavy and sore, and the side of her face was stinging. She reached up to touch it and upon inspecting her fingers she saw blood. She sighed.
She knew it would never heal, the kind of mark it was. She was just so upset that it would constantly open.
She thought of Molly who would be awake downstairs she was sure of it. She knew she should let her know she was awake. But she really needed a shower. She stood up, squeezing her eyes shut as well as her grip on the bed. She pushed herself up and slowly walked to where she was keeping the close Fleur had been so nice to lend her.
She chose a pair of loose jeans and a pink sweatshirt.
She made the bed with a flick of her wand, and tried to get the blood out of the pillow, she got most of it.
She quietly made her way to the door, careful to step over Charlie and not hurt him.
She opened the door and tiptoed into the hallway, smiling as she heard Molly scold the twins for making their toast and sausage fly and dance across the room.
She had never felt so comfortable, not even in her own home. She loved how calm, and mostly happy everyone was. As well as the love that just radiated from them.
She went into the bathroom and switched on the water before stripping and grabbing some cloths before climbing in. The water stung her face as she gently wiped it and all the blood away. She washed her hair and body before shutting off the water and climbing out. She dressed and cast a healing spell on her cheek to close the scar up. It returned to it's usual purple puffy state. She pulled a brush through her hair and left it hanging, half hiding her scar.
She cleaned up her mess and exited the bathroom, making her way to the kitchen as she shoved her wand into her pocket.
"There you are. Good morning dear, how are you feeling?" Molly went over to her straight away as soon as she saw and Saffron couldn't help but smile.
"Good morning. I'm feeling better, a little sore, I don't remember a whole lot of what happened, just vaguely. Thank you," Saffron smiled.
"I'm glad, no broken bones?"
"Nope, just a sore shoulder and behind but that's it."
"Good, now here's some breakfast, sit down and eat and I'll go up and check on Charlie," Molly said helping Saffron to sit down and rushing off.
"Hey Saffron, how are you?" George asked from across the table.
"Good, and how are the both of you?"
"Good," they replied in unison.
"Look, I'm really sorry, about the ledge and all," Fred said, his cheeks turning pink.
"The ledge? Oh that wasn't your fault! Accidents happen," Saffron assured him, tucking into her food.
"No, really I am sorry. I accidentally shot it with a curse and well it's what caused you to fall. I am so sorry I had no idea though," Fred quickly explained.
Saffron wasn't upset though, she was ok and that's all that mattered.
"It's fine," she smiled. "Really it is," she continued to assure. She liked him too much to be angry with him.
"Thanks," he smiled.
After breakfast, Saffron didn't do much. Molly wouldn't let her. So she grabbed a book off the shelf she'd read a hundred and one times- Hogwarts: A History- and decided to read it again.
Molly didn't question her about the previous night and she was glad for that. Molly didn't feel the need to speak about it, and decided it would be best to let her Charlie discuss it. She would be able to catch up later.
Charlie woke up after lunch, around one pm.
He had a small headache and a sore back and was a bit surprised when he realised where he was. He sat up and noticed the bed freshly made and Saffron gone.
She must already be awake.
He carefully stood up and made his way out of the room.
When he walked into the kitchen he couldn't help but smile. Saffron was sitting at the table, playing around with trinkets George and Fred had made for their store whilst his mother cooked a late lunch.
Saffron was laughing and so were the twins, Molly was watching fondly and he couldn't help but love the scene he saw before him.
"Charlie! You're up!" Molly exclaimed happily noticing him in the doorway.
"Morning everyone," he smiled walking into the room, aware of how terrible he must have looked in front of Saffron.
She looked different today and he liked the way her hair hung around her face in natural waves.
"Morning Charles!" the twins said and Saffron nodded timidly as he took a seat across from her at the table.
They needed to talk about last night. He needed to know what happened. And maybe he could even ask about her scar. But he wouldn't push it.
He realised he had been staring right into her eyes and looked away as soon as his mother started talking.
"Today I think the boys and I will go into town. I'm running low on groceries and will need someone to help watch my back. Will you two be alright here?" Molly asked.
They were fine on food for another week but she was eager for them to have time alone to communicate and so thought it wouldn't hurt to leave a bit earlier than planned.
"Yeah sure," Charlie nodded.
"That's fine," Saffron smiled and Molly continued to chat as she sat each person meal down in front of them.
A/N Sorry for the wait but here's the next chapter! Yay! PS thank you for your comments I love hearing them! xo