After the Blue (NextGen HP)

The Aftershock

He just finished talking with Grant and was given two things. One, permission to stay in touch with Grant. Two, the keys to Remus's old flat in London. Besides that, he just learned a little too much in the past thirty minutes. He was happy to learn more about his father but shocked at all the things he had found out. Yesterday if someone asked him about his father, he would have said a quiet but brave man who fought and help win the Second Wizarding War. He only knew so much from what Harry, his ex-professors, and ex-order members have told him. He never really realized he had a whole separate life before meeting his mum or Harry. A random middle-aged man knew more about his dad than any wizard or witch ever had.

Bits and bits started to make sense to him, he understands his father was gay and together with Sirius, but did he love his mum? Or did he only marry her because his first love had died? Questions started filling his mind, and he was starting to think of this whole situation negatively. Until he visits the old flat in London, he will not overthink this. He needed a distraction.

*Crack*

He apparated straight to Bill and Fleur's cottage in Tinworth, Cornwall. They had spent the past summer camping on the beach, all the older kids, mostly the Weasleys. Teddy Lupin, Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Molly Weasley II, Fred Weasley II, and a couple of other friends from school. The Shell Cottage was isolated and on the shores of the beach. The tide was low, but he could hear the ebb and flow of the water. It felt very calm, and he stayed outside just for a bit, enjoying the fresh air.
He knocked on the front door, and Victoire swung it opened. Looking beautiful as always, her golden blond hair was tied up into a messy bun, her deep blue eyes matched the color of the ocean.

He flung himself onto her, unable to control his feelings about everything. She gracefully accepted it, tightening her arms around his neck and he breathed down on her small shoulder. They stood like that for what seemed hours. As he finally let go, he saw Louis, her brother staring him down from the other room. He tried to hold his grin in, as he found it funny. Victoire closed the door behind him. Dominique was sitting on the sofa painting her nails and gave him a small smile.

"So how was it?" Victoire asked as she brought him some cold butterbeer from the fridge.

"I don't think I'm ready to talk about it."

"All right, but I assume that means he did know about your dad?"

"Yup, he bloody knew my dad."

They sat down at the dining table, in silence. He found himself unable to sit still. All he wanted to do was run straight to the flat and look for all the things Grant had mentioned. Victoire came closer and whispered to him, "Want some Firewhiskey in that? I found dad's alcohol cabinet." She smirked.

He raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Where is your dad?"

She leaned in closer, "He and mum are at Uncle Percy's place for another two hours."

He liked this. This was what he needed. A distraction. "So...we have the house all to ourselves?" He whispered back.

"Not completely--." They both turned around and looked at Dominique and Louis sitting in the other room. She grabbed his arm and practically dragged him up the stairs. He could hear Louis mutter as they left the dining room.
"He has all these secret enchantments to keep it hidden, but it's easy to undo once you know where it is. Stole a couple of bottles. Hid it in my closet." She explained as they both went up into her room. He was impressed.

"My delinquent," he smirked as she poured some Firewhiskey into their drinks. Although he had just turned of age, she still had a month before she turned seventeen. He caught her wrists, fine soft white wrists, and pulled her to him. She allowed it. The shadows of her face so close to his he could smell the cinnamon fragrance of the whiskey she had been drinking. He pressed his lips onto hers, his hands running through her silky hair. It felt amazing, all he could care about was her soft lips and wrapping his hand around her small waist. She was so fierce, sliding her tongue, increasing the intensity, making her cling onto him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. He spun her around, she pulled him in and they both fell onto the bed together--just a little too hard.