REGANS POV
It was three weeks since the battle ended and the dust settled. I still had nightmares about it almost every night, but I knew it was all over; relieved every time I woke up. The Dark Lord was gone, for good.
Harry had been helping me look for Draco the past few weeks. We went to the manor as soon as I was well enough to get around again after my near death experience. But they weren't there.
We asked around, searched in places we thought they might go but had no luck. I returned to that hill next to the ocean Draco took me what felt like ages ago.
I sat on the hill, alone this time. I was trying to think where they could be, but I was coming up empty. Everyone had said they ran Incase Greyback, Bellatrix and others tried to retaliate against Draco, partially blaming him for the fall of Voldemort.
I wasn't sure if they had heard wherever they are, that Bellatrix was dead and most everyone else that played a large role in helping Voldemort was locked up tightly in Azkaban. I was surprise they ministry wasn't on the hunt for Lucius.
I often wondered if Draco knew I was alive but he had to have. My face plastered across the Daily Prophet for weeks alongside Harry. Some of the headlines even now calling me "the girl who lived". People were so ridiculous. I didn't survive like Harry did, I was saved by the resurrection stone.
Bethanys face was plastered everywhere; she was still on the run. She escaped after attempting to kill me and has yet to be captured. She may have been killed by now for all I know because I wasn't sure how she was managing to avoid all the Aurors looking for her. Not to mention Harry spent most his free time searching for her as well, looking for clues as to where she may have gone. We were all worried if he found her, he might actually kill her.
I stayed on top of the hill until it got to cold for me to stay there. I headed back to the burrow. I had been staying there since the battle of Hogwarts. Truthfully I had no where else to go, everyone I loved was either dead, in the wind or living at the borrow.
It had been quiet in the borrow lately, everyone was still trying to return back to normal after everything. It was especially hard for the Weasley after losing Fred.
"Regan!" Mrs. Weasley smiled as I stepped inside the door. "I was beginning to worry dear."
I smiled at her, I loved the way she treated me as her own.
"No need, I'm okay." I assured her.
"Well sit down, dinner is nearly ready." She insisted.
Arthur was sitting at the head of the table, I took a seat beside him and Harry came and sat next to me. Followed by George, Ginny, Hermione and Ron filling the rest of the table.
"Nothing from the Malfoy boy then?" Arthur whispered.
I locked my eyes to his and shook my head, a frown taking over my face.
"I asked around at work, no one seems to know anything." He huffed. "I'm sorry."
I appreciated him trying to help. I knew him and the Malfoys were far from being friends or even civil for that matter. He still put that aside to help me.
"I guess I wasn't as important to him as I thought." I said under my breath.
"Dont be ridiculous Reg—" Herminoe started.
"You changed his life."
"She's right, you know." Ron nodded. "Malfoy was headed in a bad direction before you, we all knew that."
"Yeah and look what you did, he was fighting with us instead of against us in the end." George agreed.
I appreciated them all trying to make me feel better and for a little while it worked.
"I just don't understand is all." I shrugged.
"It'll be alright in the end, I'm sure of it." Mrs. Weasley smiled, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Fate has a funny way of working itself out."
Without much else being said, we stared diving into the huge feast of a dinner she had prepared for us. She has been over loading us on food lately, I think cooking helped keep her mind of Fred.
"We should have a fire outside tonight." George smiled.
"That sounds like a great idea." Harry agreed, looking at me to make sure I was up for it.
I smiled and nodded at him. He had been babying me lately, practically doing everything for me and not liking to leave me alone for to long. I could tell he was worried, I had almost been killed and now I was depressed.
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DRACO POV
Three weeks.
Three weeks since the battle of Hogwarts ended. The guilt of what happened to Regan was overwhelming, most days crippling me to my bed. If it wasn't for me, maybe none of that would have happened to her.
I forced myself out of bed this morning and down to the kitchen, I needed to eat or at least drink some water. We had escaped to a safe house of my families in the muggle world. My father said this was our safest option for now, and I wasn't sure how long we would be staying her. I didn't care, there was no reason for me to return.
"Happen to get the daily prophet yet?" I asked my mom.
"No dear—" she stumbled. "Your father told you we uh— we can't get it here, not in the muggle world."
I huffed, grabbing some cereal from the cabinet. I had been wanting to read, see anything about how things were going back home. I was just curious what they were saying, had they talked about what happened to her? Had Bethany died that day or was she tossed into Azkaban?
I guess none of it really mattered anyways. It couldn't change the past.
"Morning Draco." Astoria smiled, waltzing in the kitchen.
The Greengrass family had been staying with us at our safe house. Our parents were good friends, both serving the Dark Lord alongside each other. Astoria was there daughter, she was around my age and went to Hogwarts with me. She was in Slytherin to, although I never paid her much attention.
"Feeling any better today?" She asked, taking a seat across from me at the table.
"Does it look like it?" I snapped.
"Draco!" Narcissa hissed. "Behave."
"Well what a stupid question! I watched the girl I loved get murdered, do you think three weeks is enough time to be okay?" I yelled.
I was annoyed with her being here, annoyed with her asking me if I felt better. She had no idea what it was like. I'm pretty sure her parents had already taken her out of Hogwarts and hid her before the battle even happened.
Of course I didn't feel better. I didn't deserve to.
"I'm sure Regan would want you to—" she started.
I slammed my hands down on the table and stood up.
"Do not say her name!" I spat. "You didn't know her! You have no business speaking about her."
"Draco!" Lucius hissed, joining us in the kitchen, standing in front of me in his signature black suit, holding his cane. "Stop acting this way. Get over it already, you are being foolish."
I wanted to jump over this table and punch my father in his smug face but I knew it wouldn't help anything. I would still feel the same way inside that I do now. Any relief of the pain was always temporary, nothing lasted.
"Fuck off." I muttered under my breath as I stormed out of the kitchen.
I could hear my father speaking to my mother as I left the room.
"Any more letters from that bloody owl today?" He questioned.
"Not today." She whispered.
"Good, maybe they have finally given up." He sounded pleased.
"Maybe." She huffed.
I don't know what they were talking about, but it was probably someone from back home trying to reach out or find my dad.
"Continue to intercept them." He ordered and I trudged my way up the stairs, back to the dark hole that was my room.