𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕟, 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦

Absolutely Not

Notes
I apologize for the long wait. I'm currently on vacation to Las Vegas and as a minor, it sucks. Anywhore, I hope you enjoy this chapter

Xoxo, Tiffany

I'd rushed to Flora's house less than an hour after Hermione had told me about the Time-Turners. I had to tell her. I loved my other friends to death, I did. But Flora was like a second mother to me and with Mother on the run in France due to ex- Death Eaters being after her, I needed a Mother's Love right now.

When I'd spewed my guts and told her about Hermione and I's plan, she shook her head firmly.

"Absolutely not!" She demanded. Before I had a chance to respond, she was bustling around her little, quaint kitchen, shaking her head as she scolded me.

"It's far to dangerous. You can get in deep trouble for that. There's no way I'll let you do it. I'll call Minerva, yes, she'll know what to say. She can stop them," Flora was muttering to herself now. I sighed.

"Please, Flora. You know how much he meant to me!" I felt tears brimming my eyes but I refused to cry. Flora wasn't going to win. I wanted my man.

"I loved him so much and when I lost him, I felt so helpless (ooh, I do, I do, I do, i dooo, heeeyy) . I felt like I couldn't do anything. I wanted to die," I said. Flora sniffled and, even though she had her back to me, I knew she was crying.

"No," she said firmly, turning back to me, wiping her hands on a red kitchen towel.

"Absolutely not," she said again.

I thrust my fists on the table, standing up. Anger was boiling into me. How could she say that? She loved Harry too! How could she?

"I didn't come here for your permission to bring back my boyfriend!" I snapped. Stepping aside, I pushed the wooden chair I was sitting in underneath the matching table, a bit harshly, then grabbed my jacket from the hook beside her door.

"I came here for your support," I begin buttoning up my jacket.

"Because you're my best friend and friends support each other!" I finish, before walking swiftly to the door, walking out of it, and slamming it behind me. No longer than I leave, i apparate, the image of Grimmauld Place locked in my mind.

I fall into the couch after I enter, stripping off my shoes, socks, and jacket as I go.

I burst into tears, crying roughly into my fists.

I thought the world needed the Boy who Lived. For me, the Boy who Loved.

I cried for a bit longer before wiping my eyes and standing up, slipping my shoes on and walking to the Floo. It was Teddy's week.

When Harry was alive, and not at school, Teddy would come over every other week. Harry adored Teddy and demanded to Sirius and Remus that he could watch him to which they agreed.

Even after Harry died, I continued watching Teddy. Teddy loved Grimmauld Place and he'd already lost his godfather, I didn't want him to lose his second home.

I was about to step into the green flames when none other than Madame Pansy Parkinson-Granger came out of them.

What a cheesy chapter. Excuse me, this isn't Olive Garden, the readers said stop. Anywhore, I hope you enjoyed! I should hopefully begin to be much more active with this story.

Xoxo, Tiffany