Ted

There are many kinds of friends and I realised fully when I started to date Victoire.
The not very good ones kept nagging me, foaming at the mouth by lust, to bring Victoire when meeting them. The good ones asked me not to bring her. The best ones invited her every time knowing how much I'm fond of having her with me.
I know only one of the last category. It's Harry.
He never shirked her company and always tried to be nice to her despite we are all aware how difficult it can get.
Accidents happened and it would have been more than understandable for him not to want her around anymore, but it has never been the case.
Her power is strong, overwhelming and unchecked. It destabilises even me making me dizzy when she gets excited and I'm not on my guard. It is not easy. Even sex has got its difficulties. When she loses control, it flows out of her unconsciously making impossible for me to resist more than a few seconds or, in the worst cases, unleashes in me something beastly. I always ought to fight against it and withdraw from her quickly. It's scary. But we are working on it, me trying to perfectionate my barrier and her trying to check it as much as possible.
Sometimes I miss the happy go lucky sex of my Hogwarts' days when I could look at my partner's body without preparation first. When I could have a walk with them without being bothered continuously. She is surrounded and yet she stands alone in a circle with only emptiness around. Her dazzling beauty blinds so much, it creates a barrier that not many people can overcome.
She suffers from it; I know she does. She is an amazing girl, but she has no way to prove it.
She has barely any friends and the few she possesses are so precious she would do anything for them as she would do anything for me. I'm the only man who has been able to penetrate that barrier and get to know and appreciate her for herself.
I'm the only man who sees her as a normal person instead of a sort of divinity. The only man who can look at her without blabbing nonsense.
For this reason, I'm the most precious of them all. She loves me fully, completely, with a startling devotion.
I know she would go mad if she should lose me. I'm not sure whether she would stand it.
Victoire and Harry are very similar, the same problem unites them. Blind admiration.
That's why I always empathised with Ginny, and I always understood Harry.
That's why I'm so worried now. The love he felt for her was a deadly cocktail made of profound gratitude for appreciating him as a person, unconfined passion, and chaining dependence. The name of this cocktail is obsession.
Harry was obsessed by her. She was the centre of his life and thoughts. Being the first person able to inspire love and to give it to him after sixteen years of affectional dreariness.
Perhaps this is the only difference between him and Victoire, she has been loved fully in her infancy giving her a sense of assurance Harry totally lacks.
The first time he met love there has been a strong imprinting that marked Ginny as the one. She is everything for him, the reason of his life.
It's dangerous to live for somebody else.
That's why I'm so worried now.
The situation is so delicate any false step may prove disastrous.
Of one thing I'm sure, Ron must be kept far from him at all costs!
He will crush him mercilessly in case of an encounter. I hope the others realised it and kept him far. Personally, I'm very fond of Ron. Together with Harry he forged my youth giving me many of my happy childhood memories. He has always been a good fun, when I was a lad and even when I grew up, we spent hours playing chess and chatting. He is quite open about himself. One doesn't need to interpret his looks and behaviour like with Harry where a lot of guesswork is needed. Ron is much easier to understand and to deal with. And yet, I'm sadly aware of his weaknesses. He is a good man but corroded by insecurities and inferiority complex. After years of having been in the weak position, having to feel guilty and being submitted to Harry, he suddenly became the strong one. And he will use this strength alright if he gets the chance. We must not give it to him.
Another issue is James. I've gathered many things speaking to him and none of those were pleasant. He is devastated by Ginny's death and doesn't know in the least how to handle it. I tried my best, but St Mungo's isn't the right place to affront certain topics with people coming and going every thirty seconds. I suggested him to have a walk, but he didn't want to leave Sunrise alone and I detected as well a certain something slightly not right in the way he takes care of her. Altogether not surprising all considering what this family went through.
I have been to visit Harry every day during his coma and honestly, I thought he would never wake up. It seemed so unlikely. I knew the only thing that could stir him back into consciousness was Ginny and she was not there to perform that miracle.
My wishes were confused and colliding. I obviously hoped he would wake up, egoistically I wanted him back, I wanted it for myself, for Albus that clang to that hope like an anchor and for everybody else. But to be truly honest, at the same time a side of me hoped not.
I tried to figure his awakening and it hasn't been pleasant. Like at all.
I felt everything so strongly, I imagined it so vividly, a part of me hoped he would never wake up.
All my intuitions proved sadly right.
His life cannot possibly be what it has always been, it will never get over what happened. His mind is too troubled to withstand it. I fear how it will cope with it. He needs all the help we can give him and I'm sure he won't accept any.
Every time I have been there, since his awakening, he was sleeping. He doesn't seem that normal to me. I asked to the nurse in charge, and she told me the healer has been forced to give him some sleeping potions. All outside that is natural sleep. It seems dodgy to me.
Anyway, he is at home now. Apparently, against the healer recommendation, left the hospital at night-time. Albus told us. He was wrecked the poor boy. This is the moment when he would need a father and Harry is not able to do his part.
I must intervene somehow. I realise how important I am for his mental well-being. I'm not being arrogant or anything. This is just how it is. Something must be done.
I spoke with George; he told me what happened. He told me he doesn't want to see anyone of the family.
But, really, I'm not one of the family. I'm not a Weasley. I'm a Lupin.