Stay In Touch

2 years

⚠️mentions of heavy drinking and depression⚠️

2002

Giovanna's POV

"A-Astoria's dying?" Draco asked me, "I mean you heard what he said in the letter" I replied not wanting to believe the news i'd just heard. "But i- i mean they don't have any kids right?" he asked me, "Unless they had a child 2 years ago right before we cut off all contact with them, then they don't" I said, tears brimming my eyes. "We have to see her, i know you never want to see Theodore after what he did but i have to see Astoria. It was wrong for me to just ignore her after what her husband did. That wasn't fair" I said now sobbing.

"Let's call Blaise and Luna over" He said as he turned around to walk out of the room. "And before you ask, No. We are not inviting the Diggorys over. Cho sided with Theo-" he started but i interrupted him. "But you were friends with Cho, remember how close you guys got before what happened" I said hoping that he'd forgive her. "She ended our friendship the moment she defended Nott" He said as he stormed out of the room.

I knew he had no reason to forgive Theodore but i felt bad for cutting all ties off with Astoria and Cho. At this point he liked the Potters more than he liked the Nott's and Diggorys and that says a lot.

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"Yeh we got the same letter earlier" Luna said whilst rocking Atlas (her two year old son) to sleep in her chest. Atlas is a mirror image of Blaise he has the same mouth, nose, face shape and skin colour. But he has Luna's blue eyes and curly hair, he's a cute child obviously not cuter than my twins but i'm biased.

"How do you feel about seeing Theodore?" Blaise asked Draco as he slowly sipped on a cup of tea. "Well if I had my way i'd never see him again, but we have to be there for Astoria. Even if we haven't seen her for two years" He said as he stirred sugar into his cup of tea. "Do you think you'll ever forgive him after what he did to you and what happened to your father?" Luna asked softly, "I doubt it, he doesn't deserve my forgiveness" Draco said and I just sighed. "So it's decided then? We're going to see Astoria" I asked and they all nodded. I was about to ask if anyone wants food when i heard a crashing sound coming from upstairs. Draco was getting up but I stopped him "You guys owl or text Theodore and i'll sort out the kids" I said and I got up to see what was going on.

Theo's POV

I know what i did was wrong. I should've listened to Draco but i didn't, I was selfish. I just hope that he can put that aside for now and help Astoria. Astoria's been sick since she gave birth. After my fight with Draco Giovanna, Luna and Ginny cut off contact with her because of me, she only had Cho left and although she was thankful she still had that friendship it wasn't the same as before. After she gave birth she became extremely depressed, she had no will to do anything anymore. The healers said it was just Postpartum depression but when she started getting physically ill they realised it was something else.

She began fainting multiple times daily and she couldn't stomach any food. The healers said that with the childbirth and the recent loss of all her friends she's too weak. She's been in and out of St Mungo's since last year and her condition is only getting worse. I owled all her old friends earlier asking if they could visit her, because i thought that might help. I didn't tell them the reason she was ill because i knew they'd only pity her which is the last thing she needed.

I was about to do my daily session of drinking away my worries when i heard a tapping sound. I looked around and saw two owls holding letters pecking at my window. Immediately i recognised them as Blaise and Draco's owls so i ran to the window and took the letters.

Dear Nott,

I'm coming for Astoria.

Malfoy

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Dear Theodore Nott,

Luna and I want to come. I do not like you again this visit is only for Astoria.

Blaise Zabini

I wanted to smile because they were coming but instead i frowned. I remember the letters we used to send eachother were long and filled with jokes and nicknames but now they were short and impersonal.

I went to throw the letters on my desk but i heard crying. So I dropped the letters on my bed and went to check on Ophelia. I pitied the poor girl, she spent mornings with her nanny and afternoons with her grandparents then came home at night to a drunk father and no mother. I try to talk to her but she just stays quiet, I feel like she doesn't even know who I am. To be honest I don't know who i am now either.