Author's note: I want these to be short, brief and a bit foggy. Remember, she is mourning the loss of many people. The words in italics in the previous chapter come from my work, Andromeda's Thoughts.
Updates are going to be slow, since it is coming on Christmas. I am not sure how long this is going to be, maybe 3-4 short "chapters."
I don't want to go home.
I can't.
There too many memories. Dora was born there, as was Teddy. Ted and I lived and laughed and, well, loved there. I can't go home.
Perhaps Molly senses this, for she invites me to stay at the Burrow. "It's messy," she says. "We left in a hurry and had to go into hiding. But if you need too . . . well, we understand."
"I'm not great shakes at cooking," I admit, "but do know a fair bit of household spells. I can help you put the house right quickly." She smiles- a ghost of a smile, never a full one. A seventh of her smile is missing, as I know part of mine is too. It will never return; it will be buried with our children.
To the Burrow we go, Harry and Hermione in tow. Kingsley has ordered Harry not to go back to his house yet; since when do seventeen year old boys have their own house? But then, with Harry, nothing should surprise me.
He's oddly taken with his godson but not quite sure what to do with him. He is holding him away from his body, talking to Teddy in a soft voice. Ginny is snickering at him.
"He's not fine china," she says between giggles. "He won't break."
"He's so tiny and… I mean, you can see his pulse through his hair!"
"Look." Like she's done it a million times, Ginny scoops Teddy from Harry's arms and tucks him close to her, jiggling him so he smiles and spits up. "See, sturdier than a quaffle. Aren't you, little tyke?" She coos at Teddy and he gurgles at her. Harry smiles softly and slips an arm around Ginny. Molly and I look at each other knowingly before slipping out of the room.
We are seeing the future.