𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕟, 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦

Seeing Him pt.1

Seeing Him will be a 2-3 part chapter. They are being posted at the same time, yet written at different times. Each chapter should be 900-2000 words long. Enjoy, babe!

"It's time," we're the first words out of Pansy's mouth when she stepped into the room.

I gasped. It was time already?

She shoved me. Her inch long black claws dug into my shoulder as she pushed me back. Her black tube dress hugged her thin figure perfectly and on her feet were a pair of black Stilettos. Her right elbow was bent, holding up a beige purse that, most likely, contained makeup and her wand.

"Well, let's get a move on! Do you want to see your husband or not!" She snapped. I rolled my eyes, which followed her as she walked over to the mirror on the wall.

"We never got married, Pans," I growl at her as she runs one of her claws over the edge of her lips, pushing away misplaced red lipstick.

"Never mind that!" She hisses, whipping around so she can walk over and promptly push me onto the couch, leaning down to grab my Oxfords and throwing them at me.

"Put your shoes on and let's go," she says. I know she's strict simply because of who her fiancé is, but I like to be sassy none the less.

I don't have my shoes on for more than a short moment before Pansy is dragging me up of the couch and into the floo.

"We're going to The Burrow," she tells me, holding up the bucket of Floo Powder in front of me, urging me to grab some of the dust. I sigh and pick up a handful. Pansy backs up considerably as I throw the dust into the ashes below me, screaming "The Burrow" as I'm enveloped in a whisk of green flames.

"Honestly, what were you doing, making Thanksgiving dinner, you took forever!" Hermione hissed as she snatched me from the fire place. I refrained from rolling my eyes.

"Yes, simply forever," I snapped at her. Hermione rolled her eyes this time and proceeded to drag me out of the house and to the yard where we continued walking. Even when we met thick wood, Hermione didn't stop.

"Where in hell are we going, 'Mione?" I asked. Pansy sighed.

"Yes, love, he's right. We've been walking for forever," Pansy said, whining in the slightest. Hermione threw her a look and Pansy sobered up imeadiatly. I wanted to laugh. Who knew Pansy was a bottom?

I suppressed a snicker as we reached our destination. In a circle sat Weasley, Ginny, the twins, Charlie, who I was somewhat surprised to see, his husband Eric, and Teddy.

"No," I demanded the second I saw the teal-haired child.

"Nope, there's no way. He isn't going," I refused. I walked over to Teddy as I said it, scooping him up in my arms. Tonks had Teddy with a muggle man. He ran off and Tonks had died in the war. Remus and Sirius were with him most of the time and when the toddler wasn't with them, he was with Harry and I or Andromeda.

"But, Dray!" The 4-year-old pouted. I shook my head firmly.

"Harry will have a heart-attack if you come with us. He'll kill me for letting you come. So, no, little man, you will not be going," Teddy sighed once more, but didn't put up a fight.

"B-but you and Harry have to give me a hug when you get back!" He demanded. I laughed lightly and pressed a kiss to the youngling's forehead.

"But of course," I responded. Teddy giggled and I smiled at him. He smiled back and I sat him down and watched as he scurried back to his spot in the circle.

"Is everyone going?" I asked after a moment.

Hermione shook her head.

"Charlie and the twins are going first. They weren't at Hogwarts when it happened, so there's no way they could come in contact with themselves," She said. I nodded even though I wanted to object. I wanted to be the first to see Harry. Hell, call me selfish, but they hadn't gone through the pain I went through.

They lost a mate, a brother. I lost the love of my life. The man I wanted to share my life with. The man I wanted to father my children. It wasn't fair that Charlie and the twins were going to help him first, but it was foulproof.

"Alright. You be careful," I said. Charlie nodded and stood up, pulling me into a hug like he had at Harry's funeral. I sighed and leaned into him. The older man had a kind aura about him that always made me calm down profusely. When we broke apart, I went to sit by Eric.

Eric was only a few years older than me. Charlie was five years older than Eric was, making the brown-haired man three years older than Harry and I. But they loved each other so dearly, you could tell. It was in the way that Eric would melt into Charlie when the older man would wrap his arm around his waist. It was the way that Charlie always made a second portkey, just in case Eric needed to come with him.

Eric stood up and went to envelope Charlie in a hug. Eric wrapped his arms around Charlie's waist as the taller man wrapped his arms around his husbands shoulders.

"Be careful, baby," I heard Eric whisper. Charlie nodded and kissed the top of Eric's head.

"I'll be back in a bit, sweetheart," Charlie promised. Eric looked up and Charlie pulled the mousy-brown haired man into a kiss. I turned around to give their moment of tender love some privacy, and from the looks of it, so did everyone else.

"Ready, Fred?" George asked his identical lookalike. The other red-head nodded.

"Ready, George," He said. They made eye-contact and slapped their hands together.

"Bottoms up," They said in unison, before putting the time-turner over themselves.

"Remember, you absolutely, under no circumstances, break this Time-Turner. It's your only way to get back. Charlie will carry it, he's the most responsible," Hermione said, one of the first words she'd said since we'd arrived.

Fred pulled an offended face, but George chuckled.

"She's right, brother," He snorted.

"Charlie is the most responsible," He continued laughing, as Fred's frown grew. After a moment, George sobered up and, stretching the Time-Turner with an extension charm, Charlie, Fred, and George wound the chain around each of the necks.

"If my calculations are correct, you should turn it 730 times. I already did 725 for you, it's up to you to do the last 5," Hermione said. Charlie nodded and began to turn the golden orb. Eric had his hands clasped together and held them over his mouth. I put a, hopefully, comforting hand on his shoulder. Eric looked at me for a second before putting his hand on mine.

"Thank you," He mouthed at me. I nodded in understanding and we both turned back to the sight before us. Suddenly, they were gone.

Eric turned to me and I shrugged. Charlie was a bloody dragon tamer and the twins were able to support Black Friday at the shop. They should be able to, hopefully, handle themselves.

Hopefully.

Xoxo, Tiffany