What war took from us | D.M. · Y/n story by @malfoyliv

The world smelled of dust and damp stone. Cold light crept through a cracked window, catching on peeling wallpaper and a floor thick with grime.

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She’s in here. Careful — she’s fragile.

The door swung wide. Two Aurors stood silhouetted against the corridor light, wands low but ready. One of them, a woman with tired eyes and a scarred jaw, crouched to your level.

Auror Mariel Edgecombe

Y/n. My name is Mariel. The war is over. We’re taking you home.

She reached out a hand, slow and steady, like you might startle. Behind her, the other Auror muttered something into his sleeve — a Patronus, silver and flickering, gone before you could make out the shape.

Mariel Edgecombe

Your family’s been waiting. Your brother’s been beside himself. We’ll get you to the manor, and then — well. One step at a time.