Private Message to Rory

[alt_rabastan]

I can’t sleep love. I’m sitting here looking at old photos of Harry. He’s toddling across some parlour I don’t recognise. I don’t know who took it or exactly when, but it’s probably during one of the northern campaigns. I’m just imagining what the future could bring. I’d never want to raise a kid during another War. He wasn’t my responsibility yet, but I know it was hard. Hydra and Draco are in the one or two of the scarce few I have from when they were little. They’re playing together and look happy. Probably why there are so few from then, only the ones where he looked

Our situation is so much better than things back then. It’ll have to be better for … Really it’ll have to be. But we just made Blaise That bloody After Harry chucked her over, Ptolemy made Katie find a new “sponsor”. My old friend Cal let himself be Insomnia does strange things to your mind.

The goal has been achieved, we have a Wizarding Protectorate, run by Wizards for Wizards and it is glorious. It had better be my friends’ blood is splashed every acre Are we really making the right choice?or will he be raised in not just a War but Civ

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[alt_rabastan]

I'd love any child of ours. Boy or girl. I guess I'd just been assuming.

Your family has been welcoming to me and I'm sure they would love another child no matter the family. I'll try to put those doubts to sleep and plan for the best.

You know Harry broke it off with the young Ms Bell thinking it would protect her. Hoping to make her less interesting and allow her to be overlooked. It backfired. Ptolemy Baddock decided that as she had lost her 'protector' she needed a new patron and told her to acquire one by any means necessary. He implied she'd won her previous protection with her body and should do so again. She went home from our party with my dear old friend Cal. She believes she has a new patron, but with Cal's history... You can guess how Harry feels about this. I'm so sorry love.

[alt_sinistra]

Urania's mercy on the seven unsatisfactory suitors of the Pleiades and their worst excuses and excesses.

And on anyone who's stupid enough to make an enemy of a witch.

Give me a moment.

[alt_sinistra]

Right. Do we know how she is?

At all? Because.

There's things people don't tell one. About that kind of - giving someone else your wand. Or making them think you have. How it changes things.

I told you, after Stint, and the Gala, that - it's too common a thing. Always. For witches who aren't sharp enough on their own. Aren't seen as anything like a threat. Like me if Alde Like me if you

But to push someone into it. Put her in that position. How Ptolemy could even think

I'm sorry, love. That Cal went along with it.

Come down to Tosha's. We can talk.

[alt_sinistra]

Realised I'd not answered one thing worth putting into words. Love, I know my family's utterly foreign to you in too so many ways. But they are rather fond of you. You're just nothing like they expected.

Temp has been teasing that they thought for years I'd fall in love with a telescope. I love telescopes, but they are decidedly uncomfortable to cuddle in bed. (I've tried.) Nor do they have a number of your other virtues.

And I'm not certain of a lot in the world, really, but I'm absolutely clear they'll be there, if I we need. Odd, how marrying you made that more sure and solid.

I kept looking at my NEWTs tonight, and thinking. How is it fair to ask them to live with things we wouldn't want for our own children?

Coming down to bed, now. And you.