Since I couldn't join the underdoggos contest earlier and their prompts were absolutely amazing, I am now writing a few one shots based on those prompts. 

~ Maybe one day we can rewrite our story. ~ 

Being an Auror is no easy task, especially when the world is held in the horrible clutches of war. The first Wizarding War had been going on for long now and there was no knowing how to put a stop to it. Many witches and wizards had fallen prey to it yet many more were struggling still, aware that if it didn't end, they too would meet a same fate.

And in such times of fear and depression in the wizarding world, who does the people look up to other than Aurors? Like soldiers in the Muggle world, Aurors are sent out to the battlefield dueling against Dark Wizards. What becomes of the Aurors is quite simple, really. Either they survive one battle to face a lot others in future, or they are spared the trouble and put to an eternal sleep.

Emmeline Vance knew this was her fate. Just like any other Auror, she knew she would one day be sacrificed in the war as well. For people standing beside her, life was full of struggle, fear and destruction with no other things to deem it as worth living.

When the Order of the Phoenix was established to fight against Lord Voldemort, she and her husband, Rupert, were among the first to join. Gradually their numbers exceeded and led by Dumbledore, these soldiers gained the leadership they most wanted.

But the Dark Lord was getting stronger day by day and the thought of vanquishing him seemed almost evanescent. Sitting by her husband's bed in St. Mungo's, all Emmeline could think of was the future.

The past and the present all merged into one floated before her eyes like a movie on fast replay. Yet for what were they endangering their present and burying the past in this horrible time? The future.

She glanced over at Rupert who was looking back at her with the similar solemn expression on his face which she had adorned as well. He knew what was going on her mind. Somehow he always knew.

Back when they were young and free, he had known how she felt about him even before she had realized it herself. He had been the first to confess because he knew she would be reluctant to do so before he did.

It was as if he somehow had an invisible access to her thoughts. And though it might seem awkward, it was one of the aspects about him that she loved.

Because not only he always knew about her but also, he always understood. And now seeing him lying on the bed with a severely damaged leg, it was aching for her to recall the good old days and how they seemed so far away.

As she closed her eyes from exhaustion, she felt his hand entwine through hers. The touch felt comforting. It gave assurance to her that no matter what he was still by her side. And would never leave till his last breath.

Between them both, words had never been a necessity. Emmeline and Rupert had a connection that was far beyond expression. With them, silence spoke. A few moment's silence was all they needed to unburden themselves in each other's presence.

"Maybe one day, we can rewrite our story," she whispered, gently squeezing his hand back in assurance.

"What is it there to be rewritten, Em? We have had the best years of our lives together. And even if these days aren't all sunshine and gold, still we are together."

She smiled slightly, looking at him with love visible in her tired grey eyes, "thank you, Rupert."

"What for?" his face held the quizzical expression but deep inside, he understood what she meant.

"For fighting this war alongside me. I know this war had never been yours to be troubled with in the first place. And yet here you are, inflicted with a leg injury and a thousand unhappy memories."

He sat up and gently pulled her close, holding her face between his hands staring down in her eyes, "whatever affects you, affects me as well. We have always been one not different. I want you to keep one thing clear in your mind. No matter what happens, no matter what calamity befalls us I'll be right where you are. And every memory I have with you is beautiful not unhappy. Even the war can not tarnish us."

Among them both, he had always been the expressive one. She would rather keep silent because it was him who would voice out her thoughts and save her the trouble of expressing verbally.

He had always been this good at speeches. She remembered how beautiful their wedding vows had been. Held in a medieval Muggle Church, their wedding had been the most simple yet entrancing event she had known.

Rupert Vance was a Muggle. This war, this life, these injuries had never been written in his fate. Yet he chose it all. He chose to live this way. For her.

For his Emmeline.

And now as he held her in his arms, she felt as if there was no war, no destruction and that they were the only two people who mattered.

And she prayed with all her heart that they would stay like this forever. Together. And that nothing would tear them apart. No matter how tough the days became, she would bear it if Rupert was with her.

But little did she know that after a few years, when the Dark Lord would finally be vanquished, she would be sitting beside a grave hoping she had gotten a chance to rewrite their story after all. And that she would be resting her head on a tombstone that read:

In loving memory of Rupert Vance. Died 1976. The man who proved that blood and heritage doesn't matter, what matters is the heart.

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