Danger, Death, and Destruction

Disclaimer: Tears for me, I don't own Harry Potter

Harry POV

It was with a heavy heart that I appeared at the Burrow, knowing Mad Eye was dead and George was now missing an ear. And it was all because of me, because they had wanted to help me.

And I had even lost Hedwig.

"Harry." I was ambushed, basically, as someone threw their arms around my shoulders. As dazed as I was by the events of tonight, I could still recognize the fruity scent of Josephine's hair. It had been forever since I could just hold her like this and remember happier times together.

She leaned back from me, smiling, but my smile dropped quickly. "Joey, what happened to your eye?"

Her pale skin was blotched purple around her eye, fading slightly but still visible. She shrugged, saying, "It's happens, you know?"

I lightly ran my fingers over it, angry at myself for letting her go back to her house when I knew there was going to be trouble waiting for her there. "I'm not letting you out of my sight from now on," I told her.

Joey rolled her eyes, but she still smiled at me, whispering, "Okay."

"Oy, you love birds!" We (why we automatically assumed he was talking to us was beyond me) turned to see George lying on the couch, feigning weakness. "Mind if I borrow my nurse from you Harry? Hermione, I need you to!"

"Oh, George you're perfectly capable of getting yourself up to your room," Hermione said, frowning. "It's just your ear."

"Yes, but what if I fall of center," George pouted. "I feel completely unbalanced without my ear."

"Come on, Hermione," Joey said, moving out of my arms. "Let's just get this over with and get this big baby upstairs."

"Now, now, Josephine, the insults are just plain unnecessary." I laughed as George flung his arms around Josephine and Hermione's shoulders, letting his weight on them as the struggled. "Come on girls heave! Use that womanly strength!"

Hermione and Josephine looked at each other and with George half off the couch, they let him drop.

"Oy!" George cried out as the girls ran off, laughing. "I'll get you for that, just you wait!"

One thing for sure, a laugh could always be found in the Weasley home.

Later that evening, after dinner, Joey and I sat on the couch in the living room, the fireplace being our only lighting. I was seventeen now, and for some reason, my whole situation with Josephine, everything we had been through and this moment right now, seemed so . . . I don't know, romantic; sort of like Romeo and Juliet.

Her stocking feet lay across my lap as I lay back on the couch and she read a book. I stared at her, mostly, the silence around us comforting. My eyes fell on her eye, still lightly black and purple. She wouldn't let Mrs. Weasley fix it, Ron and Hermione, told me. It was sort of like she needed to keep it in order to remind herself of what she was doing, why she was doing it . . . except I didn't know what that reason was.

"You want to talk about it?" I asked her quietly.

She looked up at me, smiling as if we shared a secret, an understanding. In a way, I sort of believed we did. "Just a reminder," she replied, softly.

"Of what?"

"You don't like it?"

I smiled, knowing she was kidding with me. "I think you look beautiful no matter what. . . . I'm just wondering is all. What sort of reminder is it?"

"A reminder that I love you."

I felt my heart skip. It was the first time she had actually said that she loved me. I mean, I knew that she did, but out loud just sounded so nice. "So . . . you let yourself get hit in the face because you love me?"

"Yep and that's all you need to know."

"So, when it fades away –?"

"It won't change anything, Harry, you know that."

I grinned. "Of course."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I looked away from her. "I feel . . . bad."

"You shouldn't."

"You don't even know why I feel bad."

"Because these people are risking their lives to make sure you have a life." She smirked at me when I looked at her in amazement. "I've gotten to know you very well, Harry Potter."

"In other words, I wear my heart on my sleeve."

"You're very . . . sensitive. Not in a bad way," she added when I frowned. "I just mean that you're sensitive towards all those that you care about. You'd probably risk your life for someone who's close to you and well . . . these people will do the same for you. So stop blaming yourself. They knew what being your friend possibly entitled."

"Danger, death, and destruction?"

"No, Mr. Doom and gloom. Adventure along with a side of danger. Just as I knew being your girlfriend would get me –"

"Hit in the face."


I smiled at her, appreciatively. "Thank you."

"That's what I'm here for Harry."

I leaned over to kiss her and she met me halfway. Merlin I had missed this. Her kisses still drove me crazy, but then again, it had been a month since I had gotten to kiss her like this.

"Excuse us." Josephine and I broke apart at the sound of Hermione's voice. She and Ron stood at the doorway to the living room, a little too close together than what I was used to.

They came around and sat down on the ground in front of the couch. "Sorry to interrupt," Ron said, smirking.

"We talked to you about the, you know, Horcruxes," Hermione said, adding the last part in a whisper.

I sighed, Josephine taking my hand for comfort and to comfort.

Oh right. Wartime.

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