Yours truly ; Charlie Weasley

Eleven

I don't know how long I lied on the sofa, crying my eyes out. I just know that I ended up falling asleep and for the rest of the day I kept falling asleep, waking up, then cried myself to sleep again.

When I woke up the last time, without being able to fall asleep again, it was completely dark outside. Stars were filling the sky and the moon was full and shining right through my window, hitting my body.

I sat up properly and moved my legs out to place my feet on the floor. My elbows dug into my thighs as I rubbed my eyes with palms.

I exhaled deeply. I still felt tired. Maybe because I had cried so much, or maybe because I had slept all day with tons of tiny breaks that I used to cry some more.

"Do you want some tea?"

I jumped at the voice and narrowed my eyes when I saw the tall figure stand in the dark in the kitchen.

"Why're you standing in the dark?" I asked. "Or better yet— why are you in my home?"

Bill flicked his wand, causing the light to turn on and I immediately squinted my eyes from the sharpness of it.

"Avalon and I write on a daily basis." He told me. "Mostly because I want to know how you're doing and if I ask you directly, you're just gonna lie about it."

I didn't respond. I turned my head away again and looked out of the window. It was opened, probably to get some fresh air in here.

"I came to check on you when Avalon wrote back that you decided to go home." Bill continued his explanation. "You've been waking up a lot."

My head snapped in his direction immediately and after looking at him for a moment, I slowly pulled myself up to stand.

"You witnessed all of that?"

"I did." He nodded slowly. "I put that blanket over you but you didn't register me and then you kicked it off in your sleep."

I snorted at the thought that immediately crossed my mind. "My subconscious must've thought it was Charlie."

I was feeling quite embarrassed that Bill had to experience me waking up all the time to cry myself back to sleep. I must've looked and sounded so pathetic.

"It's that hard being back up here?"

"Not really." I shook my head and approached the kitchen. "But Charlie was here when I got home."

Bill took a sip of the tea he had made himself, before he put down the cup and motioned for me to sit down by the table. After I sat down, Bill pulled out a chair to sit across from me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, causing me to sigh. That question just kept flying at my face and I always knew the answer but only once had I told the truth and that was to Mahlon.

"I don't know." I told him. "He was here, sleeping in our bed and he looked like a mess. I felt so bad for him but then again, I was so angry with him."

"Understandable."

"I woke him up by shattering a glass and tried to keep him from leaving by using the stickfast hex on him." I explained. "Pathetic, isn't it?"

Bill let out a small laugh as he took a sip of his tea, then he shook his head.

"If you're looking for someone to put you down like you do yourself, you've come to the wrong person." He said. "I don't think it's pathetic. I think you're a young girl who's trying to cope with her boyfriend leaving. The boyfriend she's madly in love with."

Over the years, Bill has kinda become my own personal therapist. It's quite funny actually, but I appreciate his help and the fact that he's here for me. I would do the same if he was in my place.

"He left me again." I sighed. "I was begging for him to stay because I didn't think I would be able to handle going through that again. It feels like when I think I can't break any further, I just— do."

Bill sighed.

"About that tea? You look like you could need some." He told me and stood up.

"If you could make me some coffee, that would be great."

"Oh, you've switched to coffee?" He asked before he started making it. "The last time I saw you, you were as tea crazy as you've always been."

"Tea doesn't help me stay awake the way coffee does." I informed him. "Anyway, I don't want to talk more about me. It only makes me realise how pathetically my life has become. How're you and Fleur?"

Bill smiled at me. When he finished the coffee, he handed it to me and I thanked him while he sat back down.

"Fleur is uh— she's five weeks pregnant."

My eyes widened and I put the cup down that I had lifted to take a sip off.

"Oh my— really?" I asked. "That's great! Shit... when is she due?"

I would've been due next month.

"Some time between January and February." He told me. "We have an appointment at St. Mungos in a few weeks time so hopefully we'll know then."

I smiled like crazy. I was so happy for them and I pushed away the small sting of jealousy just so I could be there as support.

"That's really great, Bill." I told him. "And a great way to start off the twenty-first century."

"Yeah, we're really excited about it." He told me. "We're already discussing names."

He took a sip of his tea at the same time as I took a sip of my coffee.

"The baby will have the Weasley surname so we want the first names to be French so he or she has some of Fleur's heritage." He explained. "We're thinking Victoire or Eloise if it's a girl and either Josue or Louis if it's a boy."

It seems as everyone are moving on with their lives right now. I know that Harry and Ginny are planning to get married when she finished school sometimes next month, meaning their wedding might be in either July, August or September. They want it done as quick as possible. Ron and Hermione are also planning on getting married, while George is in a serious relationship with Angelina Johnson.

Then there's my family. Crispus is married, trying to have a baby. Avalon is married with a child. My younger brothers are almost finished with Hogwarts, and then there's me.

My boyfriend left me before he knew I was pregnant and I had to abort the child I had always wanted. I did it for the baby. It would be unfair to raise her while her parents weren't together, while her dad lived in Romania, unable to look at her mother who lived in England.

"I can't wait to see who your child resembles." I smiled. "But with you two as the baby's parents, he or her will be a beautiful little one."