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Cold Comfort
"I called off the wedding today. It was just impossible to carry on, to pretend. I know I can't have what I want, who I want, but I just can't love the one I'm with either. Not the way Victoire needs." Grass was twisted to shreds between trembling fingers.
"Gran's not impressed either. Not because the weddings off. Not because of why the weddings off, but because it was handled with 'less grace than a jarvey in a nursery school.' She's something, isn't she, my Gran. When I told her, she just smiled and told me that it wasn't a surprise, but that she wished I'd accepted it, and myself sooner. Then she kissed me and told me she loved me. I know how lucky I am, to have her." The trembling fingers that had shredded the grass, not tinged a faint green, rubbed at wet, teary eyes.
"Harry knows too. He just hugged me and said that while he can't say he knows what I'm going through, he's going to go through it with me. When I broke down even more, and told him who, he just smiled and said I had good taste. How did he become so understanding and accepting? I couldn't do it, if I were him."
"After all, it's his oldest son I'm planning on trying to seduce. That's right. James. Little git face Jamie Potter who used his dads wand make his hair match mine when he was four. Jamie Potter who cried when Lily ripped the arm of Professor Rascal Von Widdlepuss the third. That was his teddy bear, by the way. Jim Potter who was the first person in over twenty years to manage the Hogwarts circuit, with girls, may I just add; you know, to point out the futility of my situation. James Potter, whose lips twitch slightly to the left when I turn my hair purple. James potter whose voice is enough to make my legs tremble and make my....well, you don't need to hear that, do you."
"James Potter who would laugh his arse off and then tell me to fuck off if I told him I loved him."
Teddy raised his hand. Fingers that were no longer trembling, thanks to his outpouring, brushed gently against marble, tracing names with a loving caress, and a soft sigh.
"Thanks for listening Mum, Dad. I love you."