“So, I’m staying,” Raegan ended with a shaking voice. “Whether you like it or not, I’m going to keep fighting for the future I’d want for my kid, Pureblood or not, magical or not–”
“Raegan–Raegan!” Anthony said, wrapping his arms around them. “It’s not about that– I am on your side! I trust your judgment… I was just… I was scared of everything–”
“What?”
“I wanted to protect you,” Anthony confessed. “I didn’t share the same faith as you did, I suppose you’d know that by now…”
Raegan shook their head, tears streaming down their cheeks. “No… I wanted you to tell me yourself…”
“Well, here I go then,” Anthony said, clearing his throat and backing up. “I’m in love with the outcast, the outlaw, the misfit. The outspoken, just halfway through our years… And if you’d never spoken up, I’d always find you anyway, strumming on your guitar in the common room…”
Raegan sniffed. They didn’t know exactly what Anthony was professing… but it was real. They could feel it. Strong emotions radiate off a singular being in an empty and cold room of a B&B in northern London.
“You’re something to me, whether you like it or not. And I’ve lost a couple of somethings over the years… But I’ve come to realise… you're just as much of a someone as you are to the rest of them— And I care about you. I– I don’t know how to say this but I wish you’d just peer through my mind and find the words that I can’t seem to articulate–!”
Anthony got down on his knees, sobbing in front of Raegan, who got down next to him, holding his every word close.
“I may not have your bravery to go through with this…” he continued. “But watching you walk through fire not just for yourself… I was scared, but it makes me want to do the same… and just… right beside you… I realise now that… I’m quite content as long as…” His words broke, but Raegan could make out the rest.
A mutual silence fell across them.
“Let’s just get married… Just in case the rest of them don’t make it out alive,” Raegan murmured, picking through Anthony’s dusty hair. “And I do love an Autumnal wedding… fresh air, yeah..? Chocolate cake like we planned back in 7th right?”
“Yeah…”
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[A/N]: Bittersweet memories... Angst... We love it, we hate it.
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