"Rosier Manor"

-THEY CALLED IT THE ROSIER MANOR. As a respect to Adhara's mother, that is. It was actually Hermione's idea the night the couple sat down to think of a name for their manor. 

   Adhara hadn't wanted to call it Black-Malfoy manor. There was already Potter-Black manor, so it would just cause confusion.

   So, when Hermione had asked about her mother's maiden name, Adhara had told her. And that was how Hermione came up with the idea of calling it Rosier Manor.

   Even though neither of them had the last name of Rosier, it was fine, since there were no living Rosiers.

   "You look terrible," said James Potter as he strutted into his son's office, pointing to a wretched-looking Harry. His eyes widened when he noticed Adhara's state.

   Adhara had two gashes on her arms, but managed to give him a weak smile. Her and Harry were just back from a mission. "Hello, Potter Senior."

   James's lips quirked upwards at the nickname. He snapped out of it almost immediately and pointed to the gash that she was ignoring. "Looks painful, Addie. The healer is right on the end of the wing. Go see her, yeah?"

   Adhara nodded. "I will," she replied and walked out of her office, knowing damn well she wouldn't.

   Instead, she walked up the stairs and made her way to the Minister's office.

   She already missed her girl.

   After knocking on the door and hearing the voice telling her to come in, Adhara opened it and closed it behind her, smiling immediately at the woman who rushed into her arms.

   "Hello, my love." Adhara inhaled Hermione's scent, feeling comforted after the tough mission she had that day.

   Pulling away a minute later, Hermione frowned at the pale look on Adhara's face. Her eyes stopped on the gashes on both her arms, immediately gasping. "We've got to take you to the healer," she immediately said and grabbed her wand, then rushed out of the office while grabbing Adhara's arm.

   "Mia, I don't care about it, I'll be fine. I just wanted to see you, my love." Adhara pointed out, but didn't stop herself from being dragged by a concerned Hermione.

   "I care about it," shot back Hermione immediately as they rushed through the many halls in the Ministry of Magic.

   It took less than five minutes for them to reach the healer's office and for Adhara to get healed. Deep down, Adhara knew the healing spells and healing potions she was forced to take by the healer weren't the things actually healing her.

It was the fact that Hermione's hand was in hers. That was the thing healing her.

Adhara's eyes were on Hermione the whole time she was getting healed, while Hermione seemed too worried to even notice.

But Adhara, at that moment, even with two painful gashes on both her arms, felt more alive than ever.