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katekintail ([info]katekintail) wrote in [info]hp_may_madness,
@ 2014-05-25 22:27:00

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Entry tags:author: katekintail

FIC: Game of Letters 25
Title: Game of Letters 25
Author: KateKintail
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lee/George, past-Fred/Angelina mentioned
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not my characters, world, or paycheck.
Summary: A series of letters.
Notes; Written for hp_may_madness 2014
Word count: 200

Forge,

I’ve been having a tough time of it lately, so Ginny suggested I write to you. Not sure if it’ll help or not, but it’s worth a shot.

It’s almost April 1st. It’s been years but I still miss you. So much has changed since you were killed I don’t know where to start. I saw Angelina yesterday. She’s getting along fine. Little Fred is a terror but she’s already talking about having a second. I don’t know how she does it, being a single mum and all. It’s all Lee and I can do to keep up with our boys and they’re definitely already potty-trained.

I adore them, but I’m starting to see why Mum and Dad used to hurry us out of the house at the start of every school year. There’s no time to be alone with Lee anymore. Every time we think they’re asleep and Lee gets out the lube, there’s a knock on our door because of a nightmare. Every time we think they’re off playing Quidditch with the neighborhood kids and Lee slips his hand under my robes, they come storming in with a broken broom or, worse, a broken leg. Frustrating!

Gred



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