Lacuna

chpt. 47

December 15, 1999

Time is flying by quick. Cordelias schedule has been jammed pack with quidditch almost everyday and games sometimes twice a week. Having everyone around and being around a happier environment is definitely better for her.

Everyone still mourns his death but when they think of him they smile, instead of cry. Cordelia is almost apart of the family and is almost considering moving into the new enlarged burrow.

The Holyhead Harpies have been undefeated since their very first game and life has been great again. Cordelia hardly ever is actually at her house, just sleeps and eats there.

She still wears Harry's flannels often but does wear other clothes. Cordelia has overcame her addiction of a alcoholism and doing much better. She's finally beginning to expect the reality that Harry is dead.

Even though he's not.

But she doesn't even have a clue that he's alive half way across globe.

———

December 31, 1999

Harry sat in his apartment complex as his friends...more so his coworkers partied around him on New Year's Eve. Harry had gotten a job as a clerk at a bookstore down the street.

Bright lights flashed around him as he sat on his couch sandwiched in the middle. To his right, a couple he didn't even invite put their hands all over each other sticking one another's tongues down their throats.

To his right, one of his coworkers had blacked out sleeping on the couch beside him. Someone put a party hat on him along with a feather boa wrapped around his neck and shoulders.

People danced all around him as he blankly watched watched the tv as it streamed live from Times Square New York. He wore a headband on the top of his head with the numbers '2000' sticking up on the top.

He wore a pair of shutter glasses over his actual pair. He could hardly see out of them but he didn't care in the moment. A paper party blow horn sat between his lips as he held a solo cup filled with whiskey in his hands.

"Ten!" Everyone shouted crowding around the tv.

"Nine!"

I wish she were with me.

"Eight!"

She should be with me right now.

"Seven!"

How did I end up here?

"Six!"

I miss you.

"Five!"

We should be the ones snogging right now.

"Four!"

We should be going into the new year together.

"Three!"

She's gone, get over it.

"Two!"

Gone,

"One!"

Forever.

Harry blew air into the blow horn as weakly everyone shouted and cheered kissing their partners.

"Happy— fucking new year." Harry muttered under his breath.

———

January 16, 1999

The holidays were rough for everyone. They were merry times but they miss the family and friends they lost. Molly ended up knitting a sweater with an F on it by accident, but instead she gave it Fleur.