The Years Between || G.W

1998- Walter's POV

***A/N*** hey everyone! I just wanted to say, the response to this book has been crazy! It's only been up for like three days and it already has nearly 500 reads! I'm so happy that you are enjoying reading it as much as I am enjoying creating it and I promise that it won't stay sad forever. Lots and lots of love and I'll either be back later today or tomorrow! Cheers xx

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I love you, Walter Clarence. I'm so totally, head over heels in love with you.

I wake with a start, brushing my fingers against my lips trying desperately to remember what it feels like to have Lee's pressed against mine.

I lie in bed for a minute before I get up.

I walk through my flat alone.

I make breakfast alone.

I set my table alone.

It feels like that's what it's going to be like for the rest of my life.

Alone. Then a visit to Emma to make sure she's still alive.

Alone. Then a visit to Violet to make sure she's still alive.

Alone. Then a visit to George to make sure he's still alive.

I don't dare visit Lee. I'm scared that if I do I'll either try to kill him or try to kiss him and to be frank, I don't want to do either right now.

Who'd have thought that Fred of all people was the person keeping this entire friend group together? We lost him and our lives fell apart. Makes me wonder, what if someone else died instead?

What if it was me?

Emma would still have Fred. Violet would still have George. Lee isn't speaking to me anyway so it's not like he would miss me.

The little fireplace in my living room explodes with bright green flames and I wait for them to die out before I go to see who just appeared in my living room.

"You'll be happy to know that I can't go to France," Emma says as she walks into my kitchen. She looks just as bad as she did right after the war. Her hair is a mess, her eyes are sunken into her head due to lack of sleep. She's wearing the same thing that she was wearing three days ago when I went to check on her.

"Cuppa?" I ask her.

She shakes her head no, "I can't go. The ministry over there is checking for Dark Marks and sending everyone with one to Azkaban," she snorts as she sits down at my little dining table, "I don't think I want to say hello to Mummy and Daddy quite yet."

"If you can't go to France..." I look up at her. Truth be told, I'm scared for her. She's living in her parent's estate all by herself, "Move in here with me."

She rolls her eyes, "You're not drunk are you?"

"I'm serious."

"We'd kill each other."

"Better than killing ourselves."

Emma's face falls, "Don't say that."

"It's what we're all thinking."

She looks at me, "You want me to move in?"

"Better than the two of us being alone and sad. We can be together and sad."

She smirks and drums her fingers on my table, "Sad and together sounds good."

"Good cause I wasn't going to let you leave," I say with a small smile on my face.