Before a year ago, I hadn't been to Mom and Pa's estate since I was a kid. the summer before James proposed. So, dressed in one of my finest sun dresses- Not overly fancy, I must admit. Simple, white with little yellow flowers around the middle-I apparated from my flat to the summer house.
They were there waiting for me, just as I expected, and greeted me with open arms. We went out to the back patio and sat for afternoon tea. It had become a monthly tradition, tea with Mom and Pa on some Saturday that they came to the summer house. Meet for tea, catch up on what's been going on, talk about all kinds of things. It was usually a pretty pleasant visit. This time, though, not so much.
We sat down for tea then talked. Mom was particularly chatty.
"Well, Harry and Ginny are having the most darling time over in America. Albus got into the Wizengamot. Knew it would happen. The boy was always a bright one. Lily got married last week. Strapping young man, that Longbottom boy. And James is turning out just fine. He and Dani ran off somewhere. They were supposed to be back by now. I wonder what's taking them."
I looked at Mom and frowned. "They came here?"
"Yes. We thought you might want to see some of your old friends from back home so we invited-"
"Why those two? Why not Rose and Victoire? Why not any of the others?" I stood up, angry that they had brought them. My own parents bringing the two people who stabbed me in the back. Mom didn't know but Dad did. He knew full well what had happened and he still brought them here. I looked at him, waiting for an answer.
"Honey, I thought it would be best-"
"Wrong." I turned away from them and walked back through the house and out the front door.
Apparating, I found myself on a different part of the land we owned, at an old tree with a tire swing. It was my favorite gettaway when I was younger. Sitting on the swing, I gazed out at the hills until a heard a faint pop behind me.
"Honey, I-"
"Dad, why? You know what he did. Why did you bring him here?"
"Because you need to get past it. Move on. I can see it in your eyes. You're still torn up inside about him. I can't stand to see my daughter like that all the time."
"Bringing them here isn't going to help."
"You don't know that. It could do you some good."
"No, Dad. You're wrong." With a shake of my head, I stormed out of the room and apparated out of the house.
