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That next morning, Charlie and Tilly hit the road early, clothes, sleeping bags, and supplies stuffed into Tilly’s bag while Charlie carried a Muggle tent on his back. The idea was to continue by forest, stay away from villages and towns unless they had too and definitely stay away from the roads and tracks.
It was rough the first night, sleeping in a freezing tent on a hard floor, but they toughed it out. They couldn’t risk trying to stay at hotels, not with the Death Eaters always on the look out for them. They spent their evenings huddled together around a fire before retiring to the tent and cuddling together there.
Some nights, when they could get the code, they’d listen to
Fred and George’s radio program. It was
a nice distraction and it kept them alert to the areas where the Trackers were
lurking. Tilly smiled up at Charlie from
her sleeping bag. “I love your brothers.”
Charlie grinned back. “They’re good for something, I guess.”
On day five of their travels, a voice startled them both enough to almost cause heart attacks.
“Hello?” The voice that spoke was muffled, but close, close enough to make Tilly and Charlie both grab their wands, hopping out of their sleeping bags and becoming instantly alert. Tilly paused, looking at her bag. Lowering her wand, she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.
“It’s the mirror,” she murmured to Charlie.
Charlie shook his head. “Tell Tonks I’m going to hex her the next time I see her.”
“You did tell her to call us anytime she needed,” Tilly reminded him with a smile. He rolled his eyes as Tilly sat back down, pulling her bag into her lap and digging through it to find the mirror. “Hold on, Tonks, I’m coming.”
She pulled the mirror out, eyes widening when she saw the face in the mirror. “Bloody hell.”
A very tired looking Remus Lupin stared up at her, giving her a slight smile. “Hello Tilly.”
Tilly glared at the mirror. “You have some bloody nerve.”
“I know, I –”
“No, you know what? I’m not talking to you.” Tilly tossed the mirror to Charlie, who caught it surprised. However, after a second’s thought, she reached over, yanking the mirror out of her husband’s hands before he could even speak. “You are incredibly lucky that I am not there right now, Remus Lupin.”
“No, you absolutely don’t know!” Tilly got up, pacing with the mirror. “She’s my best friend, Remus and she’s carrying my god-child and you left her. You broke her heart and I’m not there to comfort her. You honestly misunderstand me when I say you are extremely fortunate that I am not there to use every single spell in my arsenal to blast you into oblivion. You are a rotten person!”
“TIlly –” Charlie started.
“No, she’s right, Charlie,” Remus interrupted. “I’m a rotten person and there is probably no way I can ever forgive myself for leaving her. . . . But I came back. . . .”
“It’s a good thing you did too ‘cause I don’t have the time to hunt you down.”
Remus smiled at her. “You’re
a great friend, Tilly. Tonks is lucky to
“You’re damn right I’m a great friend.” Tilly sat back down on her knees, placing the mirror in front of her. “How is she?”
“Sleeping right now, but I wanted to talk to you, maybe explain but it’s probably pointless.”
“It would be. I don’t care why you left Remus. I don’t even care why you came back. She’s a great person. I hope you never hurt her like that again.”
“I don’t plan to. Are you taking care of yourselves, you and Charlie?”
“We’re making it. We’ll be fine. Hopefully, we can get back in time for that baby.”
Remus gave her another tired smile. “I wouldn’t want you to miss that.”
“Take care of her, Remus.”
Tilly wiped her hand over the mirror. Sighing, she looked up at her husband who was staring back at her apprehensive. “Better?”
“Better,” Tilly answered, nodding.
Charlie reached over, placing his hand on the back of her head. He pulled her forward, kissing her. “I could only imagine what you would have done if we were actually there.”
“You probably would have had to come visit me in Azkaban.”
Charlie poked her in the stomach. “Don’t joke like that.”
Tilly grinned. “Do you think I was too hard on him?”
“You’re a badass Tilly Weasley. Only person I know to mouth off at a person and then feel bad about afterwards.”
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