"We only have each other." -waves at enthusiastically-
When the female spoke, he slowly turned his body to face her, his wand staying pointed at the death eater on the ground — merely out of fear that he would wake once more, despite having been knocked out by the Weasley’s own spell. He swallowed, closed his eyes for a mere moment and then took a step back, nodding his head.
“Yeah.. you’re right.”
“It’s– .. I should wipe his memories..
so he doesn’t follow us, or somethin’.."
The shock was starting to wear off; it was something that one could not get used to, no matter how many times it happened. This was the third death eater they’d run into that week and he was really getting tired of the whole being on the run thing. If he hadn’t had Rose with him, there was a chance that he would’ve lost his mind with all of the pressure going on.
The world wasn’t right. These days, it was completely mental.
