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_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.