Chapter Two
"NO!" I awoke with a start, realizing I was still in bed at my flat above the shop, where I had been staying. I couldn't stand to be at home. Not after…well, you know. So, instead, I normally either shoved myself in my little flat or was working in the shop, doing anything to avoid staying away from home. Though, I was happy to get visitors some days. Sometimes, dad or Ron would stop by, or, maybe even Harry, with Teddy. I was always glad to see Teddy. Such a little bundle of joy. Some how, he as the only one who could make me smile these days- except Angelina. But, with Teddy it was different. He's so young, and innocent. Sometimes that makes all the difference.
Although sometimes I wasn't so sure. See, with Remus being a werewolf, there was a very good chance that Teddy had inherited some of those dangerous symptoms. He might not necessarily turn into he wolf itself, but he would get the same physical pain and perhaps forgetfulness of the wolf. Teddy was five years of age now. I felt so bad for him sometimes. So- helpless. All the same I sometimes understand what he goes through—the nightmares-daily nightmares he would have. Mostly related to the wolf. Sometimes they were so bad he would forget where he really was, and started having panic attacks.
When I had nightmares however, they were always about Fred, or- at least, somehow they would come back to him, relate to him. Though I would still get those same feelings of forgetting where I was when I woke up, or waking up with panic attacks. It's not quite the same, but enough to know how it must make him feel. Especially because he's so young. How could a child, so young and so innocent, have to live with something so- evil?
Harry and Teddy were meant to visit later that day, for lunch. I had asked Lee Jordan, a good friend of mine- and Fred's, if he could help out with the shop that day while they were visiting. I yawned tiredly, getting up and getting myself read, doing all the necessary things. I get dressed into a pair of jeans and one of my stripped shirts, my bay one. I hadn't worn my stripped shirts in awhile since Fred passed away, because those were one of our matching sets that we used to wear. I never quite knew what to do with them now. I felt empty when I whore it without it's match. It just didn't feel right.
So, with that, I took another look at the clock above my bed. Ten-Thirty. I would have enough time to head over to the Leaky Cauldron for some coffee and breakfast. It had been part of my new daily routine, since it was only down the street from the shop. And I never felt like cooking myself.
I went downstairs to let Lee know where I was going. He was already at work helping out a pair of customers. It seemed very quiet today.
"hey mate, I'm headed out for breakfast. You want anything?" I asked, stepping behind the counter. The mother of the 5 year old boy stared at me, as most parents did. I smiled grimly at her. She took the young boy's hand and their bag of items and walked out, leaving Lee and I alone.
"I might have a coffee, actually. Thanks mate. Hey-" He added as I was about to exit the shop. "Are you allright? You look really pale." He said, walking over towards me. I backed up towards the door, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"Yeah- uh, I'm fine. Bad dream. I'll be back in a bit." I said, hurrying out the door, not wanting to talk about it. I could feel him staring after me, worrying. As he always did. I couldn't stand to talk about my dreams with Lee. As he and I were both close with Fred. When ever I did, we fought about it afterwards. So I usually just kept it to myself. I hated it when we fought. It always felt like I was losing my best friend. I couldn't stand to lose him too. As much as I loved Angelina, I loved having him around too. It- helped the pain a bit. Knowing that I still had that part of me left. Sometimes, Lee and I could even still joke around together. It wasn't the same of coarse, but at least it was still something.