I caved
written by Louisa S R W
I can't say no to this face!!!
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
2
Reads
378
ALRIGHT !!!
Chapter 2
“Oh! Merlin’s beard! Your killing me!” he cried
“All right. But this goes NO further!" He was nodding earnestly “Ok so… the first… you, me, Sevie, Bertie, all happy but ... Ron marries a girl called Padma, she was at Hogwarts, really annoying. makes me and Phlem look like princesses."
“wow mum wouldn’t be happy with that!”
So… then… I marry Cedric…” he starts nodding.
“well yeah makes sense”
“shh!!!... BUT… we are not happy I have three kids and one…”
“has ginger hair!!!” he exploded
“how did you???...” I looked at him questioningly.
“I’m a good guesser. Plus, you need a Weasley. In a world of Death Eaters you couldn’t survive. I’m guessing Snape was alive too.”
“…er yes.”
“well then that sorts it. You are destined to have a Weasley relationship. Your uncle would have made sure you were safe with us. So, who do you think it was?”
“what?”
“that you were having the affair with? I think we can say it wasn’t Percy and I doubt your dad would say yes to Bill. So, you’ve got Me, George… maybe Fred I guess… or Ron. As long as it’s not dad I couldn’t face that.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not your dad’s kid.” I did not like the insinuation “Plus I’m pretty sure Cedric was seeing someone too.”
“Just in it for appearances then”
“I guess so. But the youngest… he was only seven I think he was a metamorphmagus.”
“So, what was he like?” my look was uncertain. “Snape, I mean.”
“Oh” for some reason I couldn’t fix my eyes on one definite location. “he was the same, I guess.”
“And if I asked Scorpius?” I had no idea. I thought maybe he would think it amazing to meet a person that you have
only ever heard about, or seen a portrait of, or at least hoped he would.
“I don’t know. He was the same as ever. I think Ron and Hermione actually saw him in a good way for once. I think I was trying to play both sides. Probably failing. Why does he sacrifice himself? Every time he does it.” Tears had risen in my eyes.
“Because he always cares.” He had my face in his hands, his rough fingers wiping away my tears and pushing the hair from my face. I was happy.
“All right. But this goes NO further!" He was nodding earnestly “Ok so… the first… you, me, Sevie, Bertie, all happy but ... Ron marries a girl called Padma, she was at Hogwarts, really annoying. makes me and Phlem look like princesses."
“wow mum wouldn’t be happy with that!”
So… then… I marry Cedric…” he starts nodding.
“well yeah makes sense”
“shh!!!... BUT… we are not happy I have three kids and one…”
“has ginger hair!!!” he exploded
“how did you???...” I looked at him questioningly.
“I’m a good guesser. Plus, you need a Weasley. In a world of Death Eaters you couldn’t survive. I’m guessing Snape was alive too.”
“…er yes.”
“well then that sorts it. You are destined to have a Weasley relationship. Your uncle would have made sure you were safe with us. So, who do you think it was?”
“what?”
“that you were having the affair with? I think we can say it wasn’t Percy and I doubt your dad would say yes to Bill. So, you’ve got Me, George… maybe Fred I guess… or Ron. As long as it’s not dad I couldn’t face that.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not your dad’s kid.” I did not like the insinuation “Plus I’m pretty sure Cedric was seeing someone too.”
“Just in it for appearances then”
“I guess so. But the youngest… he was only seven I think he was a metamorphmagus.”
“So, what was he like?” my look was uncertain. “Snape, I mean.”
“Oh” for some reason I couldn’t fix my eyes on one definite location. “he was the same, I guess.”
“And if I asked Scorpius?” I had no idea. I thought maybe he would think it amazing to meet a person that you have
only ever heard about, or seen a portrait of, or at least hoped he would.
“I don’t know. He was the same as ever. I think Ron and Hermione actually saw him in a good way for once. I think I was trying to play both sides. Probably failing. Why does he sacrifice himself? Every time he does it.” Tears had risen in my eyes.
“Because he always cares.” He had my face in his hands, his rough fingers wiping away my tears and pushing the hair from my face. I was happy.
