You Say That Every Time
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Warning: Deathly Hallows spoilers!
Buffy looked down at the small four year old boy sleeping on her chest. Teddy would never know his mother or father; he would never know their smiles or the strength of their love. He would grow up with friends and loved ones but never a mother or a father. Harry was tying she knew he was, everyone did.
Though Buffy had only been there for two years she could see the changes the large family was going through. There smiles that had been small and far between were bright and full of love and happiness. The love for one another was the only thing that kept them together so long. She could still see the pain in there eyes and knew the shadows of those they had lost would never completely fade.
“Buffy,” Harry’s voice drew her from her deep thought. “I’m going to take him home if that is ok with you.” He smiled down at her from above.
“Yeah that’s ok I was just thinking.” Buffy told him standing up and handing over the sleeping Teddy.
“Good night. Oh by the way George is in the kitchen waiting for you.” Harry added as he walked out the door with a silent Ginny fallowing suit.
“Thanks,” Buffy whispered to the empty room.
She turned to walk to the kitchen to see George. He had been moody lately. She had caught him many times brooding while he thought no one was looking.
She walked on silent feet into the kitchen to find George talking to his mother who looked up when Buffy walked in the door. Standing up quietly she walked over to give her son a small kiss.
“Hello dear are you hungry, you feel asleep and missed dinner?” Mrs. Weasley asked kindly.
“No I’m not really hungry, but thank you for offering,” Buffy said politely and then added in a whisper, “How is he?”
“You should go and talk to him.” And with that Mrs. Weasley left with one last sad look at her son.
Buffy looked sadly at her boy friend of two years. It was the anniversary of the day that Harry had defeated Voldemort. This also meant that it was the day that Fred died.
“Are you going to stand there all day staring at me or are you going to come in here and tell me to cheer up?” George asked in an annoyed voice.
Buffy let out a little chuckle as she walked to sit next to him at the table.
“I miss him so much,” George told Buffy in a small voice.
“I know you do and as always I can’t say that I understand, but I have lost so many people just like you and I know that the pain never goes away fully, but it does get better,” Buffy told him truthfully.
“I always thought that he would be here, you know?” He asked pulling her into his lap and burying his face in her hair.
“It’s ok to cry about it George, god knows I did my fair share,” Buffy whispered into his neck. She held him tightly as he cried silently into her hair.
“You say that every time,” George said laughing. “Come on lets go home.”