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Imogen felt almost better as he kissed her forehead. She took her hangover potion and her coffee. “Some, but nothing out of the ordinary. Destruction, chaos, kidnapping, threats, and taking out those who oppose them, especially if they’re muggle-born.” She said before downing the hangover potion. She wasn’t sure she needed it. Her head was already feeling better after Ethan’s kiss. 

Scarlett surprised Imogen with her greeting, and she glanced over at Ethan, almost looking annoyed. “Just stick a sock in his mouth and he’ll shut up,” Imogen said almost sickeningly sweet, glancing back at Ethan. “I’m fine.” But Ethan was there. Ethan did shout her name. How could she have heard it from so high up in the air and with the cheering crowd? She was almost staring at Ethan, as she remembered that day. The whole world was silent except for his voice. She took a sip of her coffee and shook her head. “No, I’m fine. A bit of a concussion, but I’m okay. Broadmoore is off the team.”

“The usual. Might explain why they destroyed your shop though. You still provided ingredients to muggle borns.” Ethan said to Scarlett as he sat back down and started on making his breakfast.

“Oh I tried to shove more than just socks in his mouth, he sometimes just won’t shut up. Especially after a bottle of firewhiskey.” Scarlett pulled a face before smiling. “Thank Merlin. They should’ve given him a worse punishment however. Lock him up immediately. Now he’s free to roam.” She muttered as she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. “I’m glad you’re okay though.” Scarlett spoke in her heavy Scottish accent before sitting back down. Although she tried to be nice, she had a feeling Imogen didn’t quite like her. Or at least, wanted her here. 

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Imogen was having one of the best games she played. There was something about the energy in the air the fueled her. Her plays were executed perfectly, her flying almost flawless. She couldn’t help but smile and joke with the other Chasers. She was checking on the Seeker, who still hadn’t found the snitch when she heard it.

It was his voice. It was Ethan, shouting her name. It just didn’t sound like the joyful cheering. Her heart started to pump fast as she panicked, looking for Ethan to see if he was alright. As her attention went to the crowd, she felt it. The feel of the bludger, slamming into her head at full speed. Her vision went completely white and her grip on the broom loosened. Her body went limp and started free-falling down to the pitch below.

There was a huge fight with Puddlemore and Broadmore, the rogue beater. Even the opposing team joined in, explaining what they heard. The game was canceled and an unconscious Imogen, bleeding from her head, was taken away from the crowd, her weak voice saying one word: “Ethan.”

She woke up in George’s bed, her head wrapped in bandages. “I need to go,” She said as she sat up, but the pain in her head said otherwise. A hand pushed her back onto the bed gently. “I have to go.”

“Go where? You can’t apparate, can’t use the floo network, and you’re not supposed to fly.” George replied as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t as affectionate as he was before. Though he showed concerned, he didn’t try to touch her like he normally did. “Just rest, Immy. I’ll have Verity bring you up something to eat.”

“You don’t understand! I need to go!” She protested sitting up once more. She had to get to Ethan. It wasn’t safe here. O’Connor’s wife had a vision, Broadmoore was trying to kill her, and Ethan…Ethan was trying to warn her. She needed to get to Ethan where it was safe. 

“You need to rest.” George said firmly, looking much like his mother before he shut the door.

“Honestly!” Grace said firmly as she walked into the living room. “We have a souffle in the oven which I’m almost certain has fallen.” Her firm tone turned soft as she examined her husband and his brother. She saw the anger in Ethan and immediately took Logan’s arm. “What happened?” She whispered as Scarlett poked her head out of the kitchen to exclaim that the souffle fell.

“Imogen was attacked by their own beater. He hit her with the bludger full force in the head.” Logan studied a heavy breathing Ethan who paced the room up and down. “I couldn’t let him to get her. It would’ve been his death. I’m sure she’s taken care of. But calming that beast now, is another story.” He scrunched his nose as he kissed Grace her forehead. “Sorry about the souffle.”

“Oh I don’t care about your fucking souffle, Scar. You know who else fell?” Ethan growled as his obsidian eyes shot in anger towards her. “No, you didn’t tell me. You only came in yelling.” Scarlett said calmly as she leaned back against the doorpost, looking at an enraged Ethan. “Imogen, they hit her in the fucking head..” He blinked a few times before licking his lips. “And he.. he didn’t even allow me to come near.” He snarled towards Logan. Not feeling how the petite girl had grabbed his arms and made him sit down. 

“Ethan.. Ethan.” She disturbed his words of rage, pulling him out of the blind anger. “Calm down.. Yes I know.. It’s horrible. But there’s nothing we can do right now.” She stroked his cheek, honey eyes looking into his as a small smile of encouragement lingered upon her lips, although sadness was in her eyes. “I will see what I can do to get the medical records tomorrow, okay? And see how she’s doing. Now, drink this coffee and write her a letter.” Ethan nodded slowly as he send a small smile her way. “Thanks.”

Dear kitten,

I hope you’re okay. I’m sorry that I couldn’t do a thing. Guilt still trips with me. Logan pulled me away from the crowd. Maybe for the better as I was getting recognised already. I can’t apologise enough for not being able to step in. I would’ve made sure his own skull was bursted into a million pieces. See how he liked it. 

Hope all’s well..

Missing you and worried,

Super Trouper. 

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“They never let us have any fun.” She said with an exaggerated pout. Yet this was the happiest she has been in a while. She was in hiding with her best friend whom she hadn’t seen for what seemed to her to be a lifetime. 

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” She said as she stretched once more, the alcohol causing her to feel woozy. She laid back, staring at him with a glazed look on her face and a lopsided smile upon her lips. “Death Eaters resist Chinese. It’s too muggle for their sensitive palate.” She exclaimed in a posh accent. She leaned her head against Ethan. Her arms went around his neck as he picked her up, her face burying in his neck. She inhaled his scent, the scent that he left on his hoodies that she held as she slept every night. She even used a shrinking spell so she could put one of his t-shirts on a teddy bear. It didn’t look suspicious when she did that. At least, no one questioned it.

Her back hit the soft bed and she immediately curled up beside Ethan, her head resting on his chest as she closed her eyes. It was just like old times, except they weren’t laying on the floor or under the bleachers. It was a bed, and a comfortable one at that. “Don’t go away again.” She slurred before passing out.

It was the smell of coffee and the sound of voices chatting that woke her up. She rolled over but Ethan was not there. She sat up, rubbing her head. She had a hangover knocking on her door, but she decided not to answer it. Ethan had to have some hangover potion around. She rubbed her eyes and walked down the stairs, stopping when she saw that Ethan wasn’t alone.

“We can ask Imogen what?” She muttered grumpily. The hangover was now pounding on her brain and this woman was a stranger, whom Imogen felt was drinking the coffee Ethan meant to make for her. Her jealousy was only growing due to the remainder of the booze that stayed in her system. 

“Not going anywhere without you.” He whispered as his fingers moved through her hair. Not much later, he too passed out in the comfort of Imogen her arms. It felt strangely as if he was complete again. He didn’t want to need to miss her once more for such a long period. 

“Maybe you know at least a bit what the death eaters are up to.” He mumbled as he got up, pouring her a cup of coffee and handing her the hangover potion. With a small smile he pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Good morning kitten.” He whispered before pulling away. 

“You must be Imogen!” Scarlett got up, a smile on her face as she stretched out her hand. “I’m Scarlett, you must be the girl Ethan doesn’t shut up about.” A playful grin was shot towards Ethan who quickly looked down. “You must’ve seen his rage whenever Logan had pulled him away after you got hit by that bludger. Speaking of which, are you okay again? I heard it was quite a hit.”

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Imogen finished changing and was sitting by herself, as usual. She liked to visualize the game in silence, reviewing the plays in her mind and the reports of the other team’s. It was difficult to do so today. Ethan was going to be there. She didn’t mind that the Order was “too busy.” Tonks wished she could go, but she looked pale and took to bed. She couldn’t see the opposing team’s star seeker and the way she got distracted by anyone else whizzing by her. All she saw was Ethan. 

“Hey, Evergreen.” A muscular man sat beside the small woman, his gear already on. “You’ll do fine. Don’t worry.” Except the man looked over his shoulder and looked down at Imogen. “After the game, don’t sign autographs. Don’t come back to the locker room. You need to leave.” He rubbed his face, looking concerned. “My wife had a vision. You’re not safe here. I can send an owl to the family you’re staying with, your boyfr–”

“He’s not my boyfriend, O’Connor.” Imogen said as she stood up. “Thanks for the advice.” She put out her hand to shake it, but O’Connor pulled her into a hug. “If you can find a place for my wife, please let me know. Be safe, Evergreen.” He messed up her hair and left, leaving a bewildered Imogen alone with her thoughts. 

It wasn’t the time to dwell. She had a place. Everything would be okay. She took her broom and walked out to the pitch with the rest of her team to a loud roar of cheers. She looked around at the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Ethan, but it was sold out. Yet as she peered out at the crowd, she couldn’t help but feel a warmth around her. Her eyes stopped on a section with screaming fans with their faces blue. “Ethan?” She asked quietly.

“Mount your brooms.” The referee said, snapping Imogen out of her stare.

“Don’t fuck this up, mudblood.” Growled the beater on her own team. She could see the glare from the opposing team’s beater on her own team’s beater. 

This was going to be an interesting game.

It was like her whisper got carried along the wind, his eyes immediately fixing on the petite blonde mounting her broom. A small smirk curving his lips as he took a sip of his beer. It for sure was going to be one of an interesting match. One that asked a lot of self control from his side. 

30 minutes in, it seemed to go down. The bludger seemed to fly wild over the field, he saw Puddlemere hit it, fast into Imogen her direction. “Imogen!” He yelled, but before he could do anything, Logan pulled him back with great force to head out. “Let me go! Let me fucking go.” He growled, but as great of a wizard Ethan was, Logan surely knew how to handle Ethan. “We have to go Ethan.” He growled as he glanced around the crowd, some eyes glaring their way already. 

“No! NO!” He yelled once more as the bludger hit Imogen. “It’s him.. It’s Ethan Black!” His face grew pale as he found himself split between heading to Imogen or run for his own safety. “She’ll be fine Ethan, come on!” Logan growled before pulling him along to head out of the stadium and apparate back home. 

“That douchebag hit her!” He growled as he stomped inside. “You should’ve let me go!”

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Dear Ethan,

I still feel dead. Though Weasley Wheeze’s is pretty awesome, I just feel weird there. They’re busy, which is good for me. There are no prank wars. So many prank wars…

It was quite the opposite. Imogen spent her days going on runs, training for quidditch, or hiding from George. It sounded terrible, but she was still upset at his reaction to Ethan’s departure. She felt empty since Ethan left. It was like a part of her was missing. A huge part. 

I miss you! Please come to the game! I haven’t had any friends come watch (they’re all in the Order or busy). O’Connor can tell there’s something wrong. 

She used to be so happy flying, but now, she felt so very alone.

Imogen would get home and take a long bath, using a muscle-relaxing soak to help with her aching muscles. She locked the door to keep the twins from barging in before turning on the radio. She had fixed it so it played muggle music as well as wizarding music. It didn’t take long for The Doors to come through the speakers as she sank down into the hot water, her waterproof letter in her hand as she read it over and over.

She leaned over the tub to get her quill to write him back, her parchment waterproof and floating on a clipboard in the water.

Super trouper,

You? Early morning running? I’ll believe it when I see it! I can’t believe you got up and went running! Who are you and what happened to my Super Trouper? Blink twice if you’re okay!

Your puppy is so adorable! I can’t wait to see him…

She stopped writing, the song switching to The Rolling Stones as if it heard her heart pining for her best friend.

Beer sounds great. I’d like to come to see you sooner rather than later.

Imogen didn’t want to trouble Ethan with all the shit going on. One of the beaters on the team didn’t like Imogen. He made it very clear by hitting bludgers her way and speaking in whispers about her blood status. The last straw was the threat of her being put in her place soon. 

I miss you. I miss drinking beer with you. I just…really miss you.

She thought that she splashed the paper with the water until she realized she was actually crying. 

Kitten,

Yes me, going for early morning runs! I blinked twice, I’m well. 

He was well, he wasn’t alright, he was just well. Although he lived in the quiet and had some jobs as a cursebreaker, he still had to proceed every move he made with caution. Not only was the order after him, but as well the death eaters. 

I’m sure he will love you. Never met an animal or creature that doesn’t. I miss you too my kitten. Soon we’ll be drinking beers. Soon I’ll be cheering from the bleachers. You better win the game. 

Love,

Super Trouper.

Swinging his bag over his shoulder, he looked around his place once more before dropping Harley off at Grace’s. She had orders to fulfil and decided to not come along. It was Scarlett who called off too to help Grace and wished them a nice ‘boy’s only’ weekend. “Whatever happens Eth..” Logan started his usual preaching. “Don’t do anything. I heard some are after Imogen because of her blood status. I know, I know. It’s unfair and I think so too. But going after them will result in her getting saved and you probably bleeding out in the middle of the quidditch field for all to see.” Rolling his black eyes, Ethan shot Logan one look before apparating. 

“Sure, sure. Not doing anything. It’s not like they will already spot me here.” He mumbled as he scanned the place. He knew they would catch the eyes of some sooner than later. The Black brothers were sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd. Yet even though he knew Imogen wasn’t parading amongst the crowds, he couldn’t help but let his eyes slide over the masses in any hope to even catch a glimpse of her. Much to his disappointment, it was only her name on the back of a tee or a poster of her fans hoped to get signed.

Rattle and run

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“For the first time in a long time, I don’t think we’re the cause of the trouble,” Imogen said with a long sigh. They were always getting into trouble for some reason or another. It made days a lot more interesting.

She looked up at him and shook her head, a soft smile on the corner of her lips. “You’re the closest thing to a family I’ve ever had. Families don’t do what they did.” That night was the worst for her. She didn’t fall asleep until the sun started to rise. Her eyes were so swollen and red from crying that she could barely open them. She refused to leave her room and she didn’t talk to anyone. It was Tonks who got her to talk; Tonks who tried to get her to eat something. It was Tonks who accused her of being in love with Ethan Black.

“I’d rather be in the middle of nowhere, sleeping under a bridge in the dead of winter if it meant being with you.” It wasn’t meant to be romantic, but it sounded more like Tonks was right.  Wherever Ethan went, Imogen wanted to follow. 

She laughed as she nodded. “It took a few days, but Tonks brought up Chinese food. The bitch!” She joked before her laughter faded. Her lips were close to his once more. “Being normal is overrated anyways. I like how my crazy matches yours. Almost like socks.” Imogen felt as though she ruined the moment with her drunken socks comparison. She was so close to leaning in and pressing her lips to his that she could almost taste the firewhiskey on his breath. Instead, she snorted in laughter. “I’m drunk!”

“`We got kicked off our throne too?” He looked towards her with a somewhat evil grin. Yet although they weren’t the cause of the trouble, they still got in it for whatever reason. 

“I wouldn’t let you sleep under a bridge.” He muttered – no he would break in somewhere if needed just to keep her warm. Although money was no trouble on his mind and most likely would never be, he knew it could be possible they would have trouble touching their money without being caught. 

Ethan laughed as he shook his head. “That’s a mean one indeed, who can resist chinese?” Ethan grinned as his gaze wandered towards her. He was mesmerised by her, not even her comment about socks made him think as if the moment was ruined, instead he still longed to lean in and kiss her lips, taste the whiskey. But yet, it was then that she snorted in laughter. Carefully he pulled back, a smile he had practised so many times showing up. “Let’s get you to bed.” Lifting her up, he walked her to the bedroom, to place her on the bed. “You must’ve had a long day.” And he was going to have a long night trying to straighten his drunken mind and thoughts of her. How stupid was he think that something could be more between them than just friendship. She had George, obviously. Even if she ran away from there. Nevertheless, he kissed the top of her head and laid down next to her after whispering a goodnight. 

“I got no idea..” He muttered as he poured the coffee, his eyes wandering to the stairs, but Imogen was most likely still fast asleep. “We can ask Imogen when she wakes, I bet she knows more.” He handed a cup of coffee to the girl in front of him before sitting down at the kitchen table, his eyes scanning over the newspaper. “It’s getting ridiculous.” Rubbing his chest, he leaned back in the chair, stretching himself. “I mean, why would they close it? Everyone gets their ingredients from your place!”

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Imogen let the tears stream down her red cheeks as she stared at one of the worn spots on the hardwood floor. “It’s one of the reasons why we need him.” She nearly growled. “He’s not dangerous to us. Everyone’s too busy kissing Potter’s ass without realizing that this whole fucking situation has affected all of us.” Her eyes flashed with anger as she glared up. “Potter thinks he was the only one who the death eaters are after. He has never been tortured by one. Guess who has?” 

She got up slowly, hobbling over to get her bag out. She muttered a spell, and all of her clothes and belongings entered the bag. “You told him to stay away from me.” She said as she swung the bag over her shoulder. She leaned her back against the wall. “You don’t have a say on who can or cannot be my friend.” She limped out of the room and went to get herself settled in Ethan’s old room. She figured that if Harry had his way (which he normally did), that he would trash Ethan’s room in search of evidence that he was against them. 

Before she closed the door, she listened to Hermione screeching. She was always felt inferior to Hermione, and even she had to join Molly in thinking that there was something going on between them. Yet if there was something going on, Ethan would tell her…right? 

Imogen rarely left Ethan’s bedroom in the coming weeks. She would come out for Order meetings, say a few choice words about how their stagnate solutions would have been solved if they had Ethan’s input. 

She was packing up Ethan’s bedroom slowly, making sure his posters and music were well taken care of. She was looking at the photo of them, laughing together, when an owl swept in, dropping the letter. Her eyes scanned the letter as she held it close to her heart. Ethan was okay. He was safe. She quickly sat down and started writing, her free hand petting the owl in gratitude.

Super Trouper,

You’re alive!! This has been the only thing that has gotten me out of this terrible funk! I’ve missed you so much! Your house hasn’t been the same without you (yes, your house, and I made sure the Order knew it). Harry walks around like he owns the place, and a majority of the Order is kissing his ass. 

Speaking of which, I’m no longer allowed at the Order meetings. At least, they schedule them whenever there’s training. I think my time here has run its course. But hey, I packed up your things so whenever I can meet with you, I’ll bring them with me.

I’m about to go live with Fred and George until I feel I have enough info so we can make plans ourselves. It’s not going to get done unless we do it. 

I hope it happens sooner rather than later. It’s lonely without you.

Stay safe, Super Trouper. 

Your Kitten.

P.S. Thank Grace for the cookies. They were delicious!

P.P.S. This spell is amazing! I really hope this looks like junk mail.

The letters sent back and forth were sometimes weeks apart, just to not raise any suspicion. Ethan was for the most part left in utter boredom and he was banned from helping baking – fair enough he usually ate the batter or was caught eating whatever was baked. The house was finally done and started to feel and look like a home. 

Hey kitten,

found life in the bright happiness of Fred and George’s place? I can only imagine the prank wars going on. Even if there aren’t any, just lie and tell me there are. It gives something to laugh about. 

Other news from this side, finally moved into my own place! It was some work but well worth it. Iceland is actually pretty decent and peaceful. I caught myself being a ‘tourist’ as they call it. But the nature around here is breath taking and although we currently barely live by daylight as it’s winter.. it’s not too bad.

I hope you’re alright and enjoy Christmas coming up. I will make sure to send you a big ass card, just to piss everyone off. In fact, I might just send everyone one. Sounds good? Oh how I wish to live to see their faces.

Hope to see you soon.

Your Super Trouper.

P.S. Logan scored some tickets for the season closing game of you. We’ll be probably somewhere in the back, but perhaps we can meet?

“Coming Eth?” Logan shouted from outside his house. For a moment his mind tricked him in thinking Imogen was right there next to Grace, but the girl was just a little taller, her hair almost white blonde. She could’ve been a veela, but Ethan rather compared her to a fairy. 

“Oh, this is Scarlett, she will be joining us. Scarlett, this is Ethan.” With a smile he shook her hand. Missing the hopeful glances Grace and Logan exchanged. They had been convinced he was getting lonely and part of him was. His best friend became a bottle for some time.

Kitten!

You won’t believe this and probably will laugh your ass off. But after all these years you can tell me ‘I told you so’.. Doesn’t happen often. I started running in the mornings and frankly, it’s indeed relaxing and mind clearing. I also got a dog, I attached a picture for you. His name is Harley (yes obviously after the motorcycle). Speaking of which, I’m busy repairing an old one I bought just a few weeks ago. We could go on a spin after Quidditch Season (rules and shit, I know, I remember.) SO, I haven’t completely been estranged from the land of the living! Can’t wait to drink a few beers here with you. 

Missing you dearly,

Super Trouper.

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“I can’t. I should be strengthing my muscles, not letting a potion fix everything.” She said, a frown on her face. “Besides, I want to make sure that–” Imogen wanted to say that she wanted to make sure he was okay. She wanted to tell them that he couldn’t be a Death Eater. He fought the same fight and he saved her. She could’ve been dead if it weren’t for him. How could Ethan be a spy for the Death Eaters anyway? But her words were muffled by George and Molly, who ushered her back to the room she was staying in. 

Molly had put her back in the bed. “He’s dangerous.” She said as she started to fill a small cup with her medicine. 

“How the fuck can Ethan be dangerous? He helped us! We all would’ve been dead if it weren’t for him! Hell, half the shit that the Order talked about wouldn’t have even been thought of if it wasn’t for him!” She said loudly, her eyes wide with anger. She knew she shouldn’t have used such colorful language around molly, but she didn’t care. “Everyone is so worried about hurting Potter’s feelings, but it was Ethan’s dad who died! It was Ethan who was tortured!” 

Molly’s lips almost disappeared as she took a step back from the bed. “You need your rest.” She said coldly before leaving the room, locking the door behind her. The door was open briefly and she could hear Remus telling someone to get out. Imogen’s heart sank. She stood up from the bed, hobbling over to the window and opening the curtain. The sun was setting as she heard the door shut. 

Tears started to stream down her face as she stared at the form she knew so well. She pounded on the window with her hand, almost sobbing as her best friend was kicked out of the house. She was angry as she pounding, a crack forming in the glass. Panic started to rise as she thought of not seeing again. She couldn’t breathe. She sat down on the bed, her hand freely bleeding from breaking the window. Ethan couldn’t leave. He shouldn’t leave. Why couldn’t she go with him? They were like peanut butter and jelly, pizza and beer. You couldn’t have one without the other.

“Come back.” She said hoarsely as the door burst open, George running in and acting like the white knight that Imogen did not want.

Confusion was the state he was left in as he stood there in the settling burning setting sun. His bloody hand ran through his black hair and with that motion he disappeared with a snap. He hadn’t heard her yell, he hadn’t heard her pounding on the window. It was all white noise filling his ears, anger and emptiness filling him. 

“Mom’s right you know.” George started as he settled himself on the bed next to her. His eyes fixed on the bruised hand of Imogen, but he knew better than to touch her right now. “He is dangerous.. hell we both know he could be the next Dumbledore if he wanted.” His eyes searched for Imogen hers, before a small smirk tugged upon his lips. “But that doesn’t mean he uses those powers for the bad. I don’t believe he is a death eater.” George stated as he folded his hands in his lap. “He wouldn’t hurt any of us.. Nor the innocent.” 

“Have you seen what you’ve done?!” Hermione shouted as she fiercely pointed at the door. “Have you any idea? Get your head out of your arse Harry. You really think Ethan would turn against us or had ever intention of becoming a something evil?” Rage coursed through the young witch as she ended up in a heated discussion and after being accused of haven fallen for Ethan Black, she stormed off to her bedroom. It was all too much, they lost so much and yet they all blindly followed Harry and let something tight fall apart. Hermione was convinced Harry just couldn’t stand to be in the presence of Ethan, who reminded him of his godfather a little too much. 

It were weeks that passed by before his first letter to Imogen arrived. He was settled at Logan and Grace, far away from being found, tugged away in the woods. 

Hi kitten, Sorry for taking so long to even show a sign of life. Maybe it was for the better. This way they won’t suspect a thing, or so I hope.  I’m doing well. Hidden far from everyone. I think you’re smart enough to know where I went, no one else would know but you.  Grace insisted on sending you these, they are some protein cookies or something, absolutely Quidditch Season friendly. I’m currently busy with building a house with Logan for myself. If you ever got the time, feel free to visit. 

I miss you. Stay brave, kitten.  Your Super Trouper. 

p.s. I used a disguising spell, to other’s these letters may appear to be from Puddlemere. I included the instructions to cast the spell on a separate paper, might be useful whenever you want to send me letters back. I’m certain they will try to ban you any contact with me.

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Imogen always felt safe around Ethan. In fact, she endured the most beatings that fateful summer but felt little pain when her and Ethan were able to escape. She basked in those summer days, spending most of their time together, sneaking into concerts, or just lying around enjoying each other’s company and what little freedom they had. The beatings were worth it.

“It would be a terrible waste of space.” She concluded as she lazily started to draw circles on Ethan’s arm. There was that comfortable silence, one that didn’t need idle chatter. The storm outside seemed to pick up, the thunder rolling louder.

“You know it’s good pizza if you can eat it cold.” Imogen didn’t move. Although she didn’t eat that day, she didn’t want to lift her wand to have it come to her. She was sure she’d cause the pizza to explode in her drunken state, but primarily, she liked the position with Ethan’s strong arms around her.

“A really awful horror movie.” She said as she interlaced her fingers with his.

“Harry, Ron, and Hermione are up to something. They keep sneaking off and I’m sure they aren’t having a threesome.” The words came out in her drunken state, and amusingly so. “She’s defending you, you know. Hermione. If she wasn’t so close to Harry, she’d be here too. Same with Tonks.” Imogen looked up at Ethan with a half smile. “At every Order meeting I was allowed to go to, I’d answer everything with ‘we should ask Ethan, oh wait…’” Her smiled faltered. The words were given a large shove by the alcohol, the words sloshed with firewhiskey. “I needed you too. I never felt so alone. I even went on a hunger strike until the let you come back. That was torture!”

“So true.” He agreed, but neither he did he make any effort to get up or summon the pizza. He rather figured it would be a nice breakfast for tomorrow. Maybe he was too lazy, maybe he just liked to have her close around him. The latter might be the one that was the truth. Deep down he knew it was. He knew that since that one summer all had changed and though being in denial for so long, it got harder and harder to ignore her or the overwhelming feelings each time his eyes fell on her. 

Laughter left his lips on her words and yet he grew quiet on Imogen’s following words. “I don’t want to cause anyone trouble.” But he had been writing back and forth with Hermione as well. Many had believed for a long time they were an item. Molly had, despite the age difference, gushed about it. But they were nothing more than friends and study buddies. “You shouldn’t have..” He croaked on her words, imaging the hateful looks she might have gotten. “Imogen, they are the closest thing to family you ever had. You shouldn’t give it up because of me. I would’ve been fine.” 

He would’ve been, eventually. But her next words made him cup her face. “A hungry strike? Really?” He grinned and yet it was obvious that somewhere he was flattered. His eyes darted down to her lips before moving back up to her eyes. His morals blurred by the amount of alcohol as he was ready to lean in and kiss her. To finally feel what it was like. “You really are a little crazy sometimes, you know that?” He said in a laughter. “But I like it.”

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Imogen was laid up in one of the bedrooms, unable to get up due to Molly’s orders. What happened at the Ministry caused Imogen to stay at St. Mungo’s to make sure her organs didn’t turn into mush. She was okay, but still had a lot of healing to do, which required a lot of rest. Molly insisted that she stay in bed and have her food delivered to her, and Imogen hated it. 

She was just about to close her eyes to take her daily nap when she heard the boisterous arguing in the hallway. She stood up, neglecting the cane that she needed to use to help her walk. She hobbled out into the hallway, just in time to see Harry try to hex Ethan with his back turned. Hermione was begging Harry to stop while Ron glared up at them. 

She was trying to make out what they were saying, that is, until he showed his arm. Bare. No dark mark. It didn’t surprise Imogen. Anyone had to be stupid to think Ethan Black was a Death Eater. She leaned against the banister to keep her balance, watching the chaos unfold in front of her. She didn’t understand it. Her head swiveled from Ethan to Harry. There was no way she could run down and pull Ethan back. Instead, she tried to have her voice carry out over the noise.  “Aren’t you doing the same thing to Ethan that everyone did to Ethan? Accusing without question because it’s the only thing that makes sense to you?” She wasn’t sure if her voice was heard as she gripped onto the banister. She didn’t believe Ethan was a death eater. She saw the look on his face as he saw his father get hit with the killing curse. It was that moment where she was hurt badly by a death eater as she wasn’t aware of what was going on around her. 

Her blue eyes went painstakingly to Ethan and then to Remus before going back to Ethan. “He’s not worth it.” She said quietly. She made her way slowly to Ethan, her hand resting on his arm. 

He didn’t hear her, it was all white noise and rage that filled him. They all knew that despite his father being killed, he had rushed to Imogen her side to bring her to safety and give her some first aid. To heal her as far as his abilities went in that certain moment of grief and utter fear of losing her. 

His muscles relaxed as she touched him, his cold facade fading as his eyes met hers. “Yeah.” He breathed before worry filled him. “You shouldn’t be out of bed. Are you okay?” But before he could do anything more, Molly and George were quick to get her away from his side. “Come on, sweetheart. You need to rest.” Molly whispered as a deadly glare and a look of disappointment was shot his way. “Wait..” Ethan tried as he took a step forward, but was quickly pushed back by George. “Don’t... come near her.” His expression fell as he watched Imogen disappear from view. “You can’t be serious. You really don’t believe him do you?” It almost sounded pleading, he couldn’t nor wanted to believe that one of his best friends was siding with Harry. It was a moment he wasn’t alert and searching for Imogen, he was blasted away through the banister, against the wall. A painful moan left his lips as he titled back his head to see Harry smirking fondly of himself. 

“You want to play dirty Harry?” He said in a low voice, wiping off his bloody nose as he got on his feet. The curtains in front of the portrait opening and yet Walburga remained scarily quiet as she watched the show in front of her. “Show them Ethan! Tell them how you played dirty and betrayed us all!” Harry yelled, but Ethan remained strangely calm as he balanced on the edge of the stairs. “Well, alright.” He started as he grinned. “I saw my dad die, I heard your scream and how all the attention was set on poor you, because you know, you lost your godfather. I saw Imogen crippled on the floor and went to help her. Like you all know I then went with her to the hospital. But surely, I played dirty and betrayed you.” Ethan hummed watching the wands of the members of the order pointed at him. “Oh come on, so many against one?” He pouted as he spread his arms. “Not quite fair is it?” 

“You liar!” It was one shout of Harry, one spell casted by the young boy that made everything crumble down. Hysterical laughter from Walburga echoed through the house. Encouraging words towards her grandson. Well, as far as they could be encouraging if you counted ‘You lost it all, what does it matter? Give them hell Ethan! Come on! You know your side, it was your destiny!’  It was when most were knocked down or badly enough injured to be left in need for medical help, suddenly two arms curled around him. “Get out!” It was Remus, feeling the same way like he had years ago with Sirius. Maybe blood really ran thicker. “Get out and never show your face again!” Ethan tried to escape the grip but failed, the door swung open and the next thing he knew, he was stumbling down the stairs of Grimmauld place for the last time. His eyes scanned the house in disbelieve. Unaware of the mess he had left behind. Most of the house was left destroyed, people he once considered friends sprawled on the floor like stepped on insects. And Ethan? He apparated to a place he only knew where to go. Feeling the same way as he did when he was sixteen, kicked out and left in torn clothes, wounded and abandoned. 

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Imogen stared into his black eyes. Her heart started to speed up as she felt his breath brush against her lips. She had always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. She loved the feel of his lips against her forehead. She loved the way he held her when she was stressed or upset, his arms circling around her to make her feel safe. 

“I was gonna declare squatter’s rights if you didn’t let me.” Her voice was quiet and she felt herself growing dizzy. She knew it wasn’t the booze that caused it. As soon as he dropped his hands, she cleared her throat, shaking her head to get back into her own reality. “Why would I sleep in my own room?” She said as she scooted closer to him, her head resting against his shoulder. “There are monsters under the bed.” She looked up at him with her blue eyes, examining him closely.

“Are you going to do that underground job?” If he went, she was going to go as well. Or at least, be a lookout. She was always a good lookout. She wouldn’t mind looking out for Ethan either. So long as he was safe. She didn’t know what she would do if something were to happen to him. Even thinking about it made her heartbreak. She didn’t want to think about it. She quickly took the bottle from Ethan’s hands, taking a small sip before replacing it.

“When’s the pizza getting here?”

A laughter erupted from him on her words. Surely there were monsters under the bed. It was an old excuse of the both of them that had caused many smiles of professors, even of McGonagall when she had found them sleeping under the bleachers. His arms circled around her as he pulled her in a little closer. “You’re right, no need to sleep there.” He didn’t even want her to sleep separate from him. Strangely, if he knew she was near, he wouldn’t be able to find the peace to sleep until she was next to him.

“No.. No I won’t. I’m good.” It was strange, even when he felt like he had not much left, there was still Imogen. He loved the danger, the way he almost kissed death and then ran away. But something made him terrified now of dying. Maybe it was the certain happiness he felt with her, or the freedom he now finally had even when being chased. The thing was, he no longer wanted to die because he saw so much to live for. 

“It’s already there.” Lazily he nudged his head into the direction of the coffee table where a big box of pizza was sitting, untouched. “I think it’s cold tho.” He mumbled as he snuggled up closer to her. “Horror movie?”

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It all happened quickly, yet felt like slow motion. The door swung open, creaking as it went before closing behind him with a light bang. “What are you doing here?” A slight frown wrinkled in the young Black his forehead as he turned his head to face the young wizard standing in the hallway. If no one knew better, history might have repeated itself. Harry looked exactly like James, Ethan looked exactly like a young Sirius. Only both of their fathers had met death. “What do you mean? Order meeting right?” Ethan answered somewhat confused before pointing up the stairs. “And getting some stuff I left here.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalant. In utter bliss of the talks that had been going around. 

“Don’t fool us Ethan!” Harry suddenly hissed as he dared to take a step closer. “You’re one of them aren’t you?” Confused obsidian eyes met the piercing green ones. “Excuse me?” He breathed, feeling the air getting thicker. “You’re one of them! You are fucking one of them. I saw you! I saw you disappear with them at the ministry!” The colour drained from his face as his normal friendly expression started to fade. Helpless eyes searching for Remus his. “Come on, tell me this is a joke. Remus, you know better!” But the guy didn’t budge. His hand coming to rest on Harry his shoulder, giving a clear enough statement. 

“You really think, you really think for one second that I am with them? Why do you think I left? Ever wondered for one second how it felt for me when my father disappeared through that gate?” His jaw tightened as he took a step forward. “He warned us about it.” Harry started, ignoring the pleadings of Hermione and a try to pull him back. “Don’t you dare speak about the death Potter.” He snarled, shaking his head before showing his forearms. No mark. “See?” But there was not a trace of believe found in their faces, only a sarcastic huff of laughter. “We know you would be smart enough to conceal it. Don’t fool us, Black.” 

Laughing, Ethan walked up the stairs. “Don’t you turn your back on me!” Harry screamed, before casting a spell that was quickly blocked by a shield. “Pretty low to cast a spell on someone like that.” Ethan spoke, slowly turning around and leaning back against the moldy wallpaper. “Harry come on don’t!” Hermione hissed, making Ethan grin as he leaned over the banister. “Listen to her, Potter.” It was like a switch had turned, his face was stoic, a kind of coldness washing over him. It was the house he had survived in, the way he was tortured for years in here and now.. now Harry tried to push him into that same corner once again. He wouldn’t let him. When another spell was casted, it was blocked once more without a single word said. It was a simple tilt of the young Black his head that had Harry fly up against the wall. “Poor little chosen one. Thinking he is the only one who loses everything he cares about in this war.” Ethan hummed as his fingers trailed over the wood. “But you know, you aren’t alone. And you’re starting to make bad, bad choices.” Easily Ethan apparated in front of Harry, who he released from the wall. “You really think you can accuse me of killing my own father?” It were fists meeting Harry his face this time. “Get back Remus. Apparently someone needs to show the boy reality.” A smirk played his lips as he titled his head. “Not?” 

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“Yeah, but not like you.” Imogen thought Ethan was brilliant, and so did many of the Ravenclaw students who wished he was part of their house. At least, that’s what most of the females of that house told her. Imogen would laugh and assure them that he would lose more points for them than earn them. Professors would often encourage Imogen to study with Ethan. The material she did learn when Ethan taught it to her, she retained, but their study sessions never lasted long. 

Imogen moved from his lap and to the couch, her legs still stretched out over his lap. His touch sent chills down her spine.  Her own firewhiskey bottle went to her lips as she took a small sip. It was his words that made her almost spit out her drink.“You must’ve been drinking before I got here.” She said after she managed to swallow the liquor. 

She had a hard time believing she was anything but average. She was never the one guys would approach, unless they wanted flying tips or just wanted to hang out like she was one of the guys. There was quite a few times where they wanted her to talk to some girl for them or ask her for advice because “you’re a girl. How do they think?” There were two guys that expressed interest, but nothing really came of it. It didn’t feel right.

Yet when Ethan told her, her cheeks turned red. Ethan was, as her former friend Ginny Weasley stated, “the heartthrob of Hogwarts.” It was almost laughable if it wasn’t so annoying…or if she didn’t have feelings for him. She cleared her throat before taking a long swig of the alcohol, not sure what else to say except “you’re not so bad yourself, Super Trouper.”

She exhaled loudly, placing the bottle on the coffee table. A smile twitched upon her lips. “I missed you too.” She said quietly. She missed him so much that there were times her stomach ached and she would curl up in bed, adorned in one of his old hoodies. She had taken his old room when he was unceremoniously kicked out. It wasn’t long before she was shut out and had to spend her nights above Weasley’s Wheeze’s. Those nights were the loneliest. “Well, consider yourself stuck with me. You’ll get tired of it in a week and you’ll be begging to be left alone for a moment or two.” She joked. “But honestly, I didn’t want to invite myself to be your roommate or whatever, but…I can wipe my own ass and wash my own dish. I’d make a pretty awesome roommate if you feel like considering it.” Her words were becoming a bit more slurred, but she was still cohesive.

“Hmm. Your thoughts.” Ethan knew he was smart, but he knew very well he had slytherin like qualities too. Exactly knowing how to twist a person and his words to get them to dance how he wanted. It wasn’t something he was proud of or something he used often. But then again, he was well aware Imogen knew he was that way. If anyone would know him even better than he did himself, it was Imogen. 

A small smile formed on his lips as she told him he wasn’t so bad himself. He might have heard it before, but it never made him feel the way it did as when the words left her lips. He knew it wasn’t just about the outside. Hell, she even saw the ugly side of him. Still she stood there, strong as ever, by his side. Her words even send a light shade of crimson to his cheeks. 

“Oh kitten, I never have gotten sick of you and I highly doubt I would now.” He hadn’t that one summer they had ran away together. Instead when found, he felt empty when she was taken from his side. There was an ache, constantly for her. His eyes wandered up towards her as a bright smile spread his lips, his hands coming up to cup her face. “Of course I take you, little kitten with claws with a magnetic force beyond my knowledge, to be my roommate.” And he wanted to do nothing more than to kiss her lips. To taste them. But he didn’t. No, if he did so, he wanted to be sober. He wanted to remember it and not make her feel like someone that got him through months of loneliness. 

“I mean, we could decorate you a room, but we both know you won’t be sleeping there.” Ethan wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing fashion as he dropped his hands and reached for the almost empty bottle.

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“I’m sure his way is less ethical than the Order’s way. Then again, the Death Eaters are probably doing the same thing to us.” She didn’t know much about it. She was shutout from the Order meetings, at least, they planned it when she wasn’t at home. “We could handle it our own way.” She said quietly. “Theres two of us, but we’re smart, at least you are.”

She hadn’t thought about George since she left the shop. It was almost annoying how George entered her mind again. Luckily, Ethan made him go away. In a buzzed state, she started to caress the back of his neck with her fingertips.

“They tried to intercept my letters from you. I told them it was from Puddlemere. Thanks for that disguise spell, by the way.”

“You’re smart..” Maybe in a different way he was. Street smart and yet smart by a caring heart. His eyes fell shut as she caressed the back of his neck, his forehead resting against her shoulder whilst a small smirk lingered upon his lips. It was that small gesture that fought away all his haunting thoughts and worries. He was at peace at last and somewhere knew he would sleep better than he had for months with her by his side. 

“You’re welcome..” A sigh heaved from his lips as he lazily opened one eye and titled back his head to take another swing from the bottle. “I knew they would.” His fingers danced on her thigh as big black eyes looked up to her. Butterflies fluttering like crazy in his stomach, but he blamed it on the firewhiskey. Even in a buzzed state he knew better than it being just the booze. It was a feeling he had suppressed for years now. 

For a moment he sat in silence, quietly observing the girl he had known for years. Imogen.. who seemed to become more and more beautiful each time he laid his eyes upon her. “You’re really damn beautiful, you know that?” Words poured from his lips, he couldn’t stop them. Frankly, he didn’t even want to stop them. Maybe the liquid was all the courage he had needed. “I missed you so much.” He continued, a faint smile curving his lips. “I don’t want to miss you anymore.”

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“Not jealous, but curious!” Imogen protested before downing the firewhiskey. Immy didn’t think she was jealous. The only thing that may have pestered her was a girl getting in between them. That thought betrayed her as Ethan whispered in her ear. Butterflies invaded her stomach with such intensity that she felt as though she was going to throw up. Instead, she took the bottle from the counter while following him to the couch.

“Sounds like an adventure.” There was that feeling again; someone who had a job Ethan could be interested in. More Scarlett. Less Immy. Relief flooded her but she tried not to show it by taking a swig straight from the bottle. It shouldn’t matter to her what they did. “What does he do, and should I start studying up on healing?”

There was a moment of silence as Imogen shrugged her shoulders. “He’ll know soon enough. He shouldn’t mourn too much. Fleur has a few friends over and he’s obviously has a boner for her.” There was no jealousy there. It was almost reassuring to her that George wasn’t tied down to her. He proved that they were just friends, and Imogen was more than okay with that.

“Uhu.” Ethan laughed as he studied her expression. As much as he could be green of jealousy whenever she was with George, he had a feeling it might be the same way around. It might be the same way around. It made his heart skip a beat. Could it be? He quickly shook the thought. Of course not. They were best friends, if something had ought to happen, it would’ve a long time ago. Right? He tried to stop the whirlwind of questions in his head as he stole the bottle and took a long sip of it instead. 

“I don’t even know half the things he does. It’s dirty for all I know. Cursebreaking, catching death eaters... but not in the way we’re used to. Apparently they like to handle things their own way.” He shrugged his shoulders, Scarlett had warned him about it. Begging him nearly to not take the job. Especially since they got along rather well, her father saw him only as someone who had to proof himself to be even worthy to be in the presence of his daughter. “You don’t need to start studying up healing.” He laughed as he rested his forehead against her shoulder, a small smile creeping up his lips.

“Still.” He muttered, he remembered the day he stormed out. Told everyone to go fuck themselves after destroying most of Grimmauld place and his grandmother’s laughter echoing through the hallway. Calling that the real Black was showing through and she had known it all along. It had been enough to kick him out. He remembered the pained looks of those who believed him when they knew he would disappear without a trace. Like he had. The only one who had contact with him and knew he could trust had been Imogen. It still was Imogen.

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“Very true.” Imogen had never known Ethan to follow the rules. He always fought back. It was one of the many reasons why Imogen admired Ethan. He was firm in his beliefs, not backing down when something got in his way. Imogen figured it was what made him a survivor. It was that strength that kept him alive.

There was a pang of slight jealousy as he mentioned a her. She wasn’t one to be jealous. On the contrary, she was the one to find out the dirt on any person who found herself inching their way between their friendship. In Imogen’s eyes, they were never good enough. Then again, Imogen never felt good enough for anyone and tended to end relationships as quickly as they began. 

“Does her have a name?” She asked casually as she mentally prepared a list of what questions to ask. However, the thought of pizza and alcohol soon distracted her. Ethan was always good that. A professional, even. 

Her stomach grumbled an answer for her, giving away the empty status of her stomach. “Pizza, drunk, and planning. It sounds like we’re back at Hogwarts.” Hogwarts. Home. It was the only place she thought she could truly call her home. Now, in the apartment with Ethan, she felt as though she had that back; a home.

“It’s been ages since we’ve had a night of drinking and gorging ourselves with greasy deliciousness.” Imogen excitedly stated as she slid from the countertop. “And while we eat, you can tell me more about this underground girl and her father.”

“Is someone jealous?” Ethan grinned as he already got ready to order pizza. His obsidian eyes searching her baby blues. A smirk playing his lips as he moved closer towards her, his arm curling around her waist. “No worries, you’re my only girl.” He whispered in Imogen her ear before casually moving away to walk to the living room. 

“Scarlett, she was a Slytherin, but one hell of a rebel against it. We butt headed a lot in Hogwarts. But she’s friends with Logan’s wife and got along just fine now.” Ethan explained as he sat down on the couch, pulling Imogen on his lap. “Her father offered me a job, but if you thought the curse breaking I did was dangerous, that is even worse. Especially being known.” A sigh heaved his lips as he took a sip of the golden liquid. 

“But no, there was no sex between her and I.” He grinned, even when it once came pretty close to it, if it wasn’t for Logan barging in. Yet somewhere, he knew how it felt. Every time he saw her with George, he tried to find a flaw in the boy, when he had been one of his closest friends and there truthfully was none. “Does George know you’re gone?”

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