omg i know! two chapters in two days! im on a freaking role. but this means you have to review for both chapters or i will hit you with a verbal onslaught. yeah, yeah i will. dont test me.
It was the third newest week of the new year in the new wizarding world, finally no longer ravaged by war. Yet it was not peaceful. It was pulled tense, ready to spring into a new oblivion at any given moment. The battle had moved out of their backyards and found a new home into their hearts.
Molly Weasley subtly wiped another tear from the corner of her eye as she oversaw the potatoes being sliced. Andromeda saw. She recognized the same motion, the lift of the hand, the echo of a rubbing jerk, the slow drop of the arm back to the side, she saw Molly echo her own habits.
The war was still present. You were still discreet because you didn't want to cause any harm. You tried to hide in a brave manner. You tried to stay alive. You prayed that you wouldn't be the only one who would make it out alive. The war was sitting in the kitchen with the two older women and the infant who's fine hair kept changing from brown to blue to blonde, even during his afternoon nap. The war made them discreet. It had them hide their pain to suppress their families'. It had them hide their fears and dark thoughts to stay brave for everyone else. It made them pray that they would find the same bravery that they pretended to have.
Andromeda pulled Teddy closer to her chest, rubbing her delicate nose on the top of his head. There it was. Teddy didn't smell like babies. He smelt like his mom. Her daughter. The blonde brows on her once creaseless forehead knit together, her blue eyes squeezed shut and her lip trembled as a tear rolled onto her grandson's head.
Teddy started to squirm, his arms twisting and his legs giving out feeble kicks.
"Oh baby," Andromeda started, her coo turning into a sob, "It's ok, it's ok, gramma's here. Right here, sshh…"
Molly turned and saw tears running down her face, "I'll put the tea on," she said softly and Andromeda smiled thankfully as a new wave of tears found it's way into Teddy's delicate hairline, her thinning arms holding him tighter.
"He's beautiful, you know," Molly said, holding out a mug of tea to her friend.
Andromeda's face was stained when she looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, her bony shoulders still heaving, "Yes," she sniffled, her fingers clasping around the porcelain reminding Molly of a small bird, "He is."
"He looks like you," the graying ginger offered, sitting next to her at the table which evoked a laugh from Andromeda.
"He looks like everyone!" she cried, having one final sniffle and smiling at her grandson fondly. "He gets that from his mom you know," she said with a jocularly pointed look towards Molly. "She gave him that."
"Why naturally," Molly smiled, sipping her tea almost peacefully for the moment.
The gifts the war left were moments of peace. Moments of complete gratitude where the two women could find the bravery to carry them through the day. Carry them on. Carry their fears and dark thoughts into a corner of their mind. Even if only for a moment. They lived off of such moments and they lived for their family. They didn't need to find the bravery they pretended to parade in. It was never lost.
ok, i know, its short. but i cant say i know much about andromeda except that she married tonks' dad/muggle born dude. and that she would most likely be sad that tonks died. yeah. im a flipping genius. so yeah, if you could review and make me feel better about my apparent ignorance that would be great. and if you havent reviewed to katie's chapter could you do that too and make me feel better about fred? that'd just be awesome/i will deliver a verbal onslaught. it wont be pretty. hahaha--but i am dead serious here. now go on, go on! review like good littel readers and i'll promise to stop rambling :
lots o love!