It shouldn’t have been so long since the last time I wrote anything here. I suppose I’ve been busy ... between Bellatrix Lestrange making threats on my life presumably to get to Severus, to Voldemort coming back and being placed in school with my grandchildren, to the brighter sides of things (moving into Sev’s room, Alice and Benjy coming back), it’s just been a busy time.
I’ve started defense training with some of the blokes at Crescent Books. It’s odd that people with jobs like theirs (shop owners for the most part) are so very skilled and up to date on defensive spells and dueling.
But I’ve noticed something. It could just be me being silly, but there seems to be the same sort of vibe as I always imagined in the Order. The sort of thing where you had to temper your reactions to people based on how well you could know them publicly. This isn’t the same sort of time, of course, and there’s no shadow of war dangling over our heads, but there’s that same sort of cautious feel about it. I always feel as though I’m just on the outside edge of something – like I think people must have felt about the Order.
The Order’s not in existence though; I did ask Harry about it. He said it disbanded after the second war ended since there was no need for it any more. But we couldn’t have been the only people with an idea to start up a vigilante group. Suppose this is the same sort of thing? Suppose Relic and Rune and even Isaac are all involved in something together?
Reading over that I suppose it does sound a bit silly. They’re just mates who like to pop in on each other every so often. I don’t know why I’m trying to see deeper things in what’s probably an innocent setting.
Still, defense lessons with Rune (and Relic when he’s not busy) are going well. They’re intense, but Rune seems to be impressed with how well I handle myself. He asked the other day if I’d ever given consideration to becoming an animagus, and I told him I hadn’t. Hadn’t had time, really. I didn’t get a start on it in school, and then I was getting married and then I was pregnant, and it somehow didn’t seem to be the most brilliant idea to try to change my body while there was an infant growing inside of me. Then, of course, there was Harry to take care of and James and Sirius and Remus to worry about, and things to do for the Order, and there still wasn’t time.
And then I was dead. Killed. Murdered, because of some prophecy, because Peter betrayed us. I still can’t believe that. I never trusted him, really, and there was always something about him that rubbed me the wrong way. I wonder if things would have been different if I’d spoken up louder, protested more about the grand plan they’d come up with.
Suppose it doesn’t matter now. We’re here, alive again.
On a completely unrelated tangent, Severus has a son. Ironically, he’s the potions professor at Hogwarts. Suppose it runs in the blood or something cliché like that. I had to be the one to break the news to Severus; I imagine he might have at the very least hexed Faustus, or completely disbelieved him. I consider my part in this done; I delivered the news, and whatever happens next I’ll leave to them. I suppose it’ll be a touch odd around Faustus for a bit, given what I know about him now. It’s a nasty sort of story though, how he came about, and I completely understand his fear in telling Severus. If I’d been used and tricked and the like, I certainly wouldn’t take it any better.
At least he knows now though. If anything does come of it, if they do try to use him, at least Sev knows, now.
I should go check in on Harry sometime soon. He’s got to be going mad with all of this going on. Between Tom being at school and LilyLuna being so utterly reckless and very likely to get herself in trouble – the really bad sort of trouble – he’d likely need a shoulder or some biscuits.
It got late. Suppose I should tuck this away and see if Sev’s coming to bed at a decent hour tonight or if I have to drag him kicking and screaming up from his lair.