ENCHANTED[2]

chapter fifteen

Smoking, it was a different sensation that she didn't understand why someone liked it so much until she tried it herself. Coping over Cedric's death was difficult, someone she genuinely cared about.

When Louise first got to Hogwarts she was scared in the corridors and there was third year Cedric stopping in his tracks to help her. He didn't care she was a potter, nor did he fan girl, but simply help her to her class. Even during the tournament Louise was cheering him on as well, knowing Hufflepuff should be appreciated for once.

Coughing a few times on the park swing, Louise felt someone come sit beside her, turning to realize it was her uncle Atticus . "Ah smoking, your mother loved it. She tried pot too, didn't care for it the way she liked cigarettes." Atticus said, grabbing the cigarette from his goddaughter and smooshing it on the ground with his foot.

"Mum tried pot?" Louise asked, coughing a little. "Just once with Theodore Nott, Evan rosier and myself. We were cleaning Rosier manor when we all tried it, your aunt Betty loves it." He added, both sighing and watching the kids play on the playground.

Louise didn't feel like swinging back and forth, something she used to love to do. The clouds looked gloomier and sadder, staring at the kids laughing with one another.

It had only been a week since school was over, and with Harry hiding in his room and James feeling like he was going crazy over Voldemort returning, Louise was here a lot, happy an adult finally found where she's been.

"This was your mother's favourite place to be, you're actually sitting in the spot she used to sit in." Atticus told her, pointing to the bottom of the swing where she engraved her last name.

N.B was here!

"How'd she—"

"Got a rock and began defacing this swing. She always came here because it was between her house and James'." He explained, Louise staring at her uncle.

"I really do wish you weren't mean to your father, lulu," Atticus sighed out, beginning to swing back and forth. "Your dad, he's been struggling for years and as annoying as it is that he hasn't moved on, you can't be acting like that. The stunt you pulled at Hogwarts just to see because he loves you two so much. More than loving Sirius and Lupin.... and that says a lot." Atticus teased a little, a smile on Louise' face.

"He's protecting you because Nora did the same for him. He knows things you don't about the war and Voldemort wants you and Harry. It's fair James doesn't tell you the truth—"

"The truth? The truth about what?"

"About how the war really was, you got bits and pieces but we've lived it. I have scars and the stupid dark mark to prove it. We want things to go differently, which is why we're not living at potter manor anymore, but where your mum grew up."

"Why? Whats the point in moving?" Louise asked, genuinely curious about this moving situation. She didn't hate the idea, but wanted a better understanding.

"Your father was apart of the Order of the Phoenix, to stop Voldemort and the death eaters. Unfortunately I can't visit because Dumbledore knows I'm a death eater and will think I'm a spy, so I'll be sending Millie to stay with you guys." Atticus explained, Louise seeing his tattoos peek through his long sleeve.

"Is there really going to be a war?" Getting up and following Atticus, Louise saw the clouds get darker, wanting to rain at any point. The two began walking, but Louise didn't know where they're going.

"Definitely, it's scary to think that Voldemort has returned, but it's even more scary for your father right now. He has two kids to think about and can't just be protecting himself. Grimmauld is where you need to be sweetheart." Staring at her uncle, he has stopped in front of a house, pounding his foot down.