Situation: March 2001. I’m staying over at the Diagon Alley apartment every now and then. Trying to get used to get back to living there again permanently. I have been holding onto the past for too long. It has become an obsession to read my old diaries over and over again.
"Maybe.. maybe letting go.." George tries as I'm snuggled up on the sofa, surrounded by piles of diaries. When I look op to look at him, I notice he's a bit startled by the tears in my eyes. "Never mind."
"I know. I know moving on means letting go, it means I shouldn't hold on so tightly to the past."
"I have been talking with Ginny about it, she thinks it might be best to store them away somewhere." George said with a soft voice. I know he struggles, I can hear him crying in his sleep. I see the bags under his eyes. I know him well enough to know how his brothers death broke him. Yet all he has to think about, is how I'm coping. How Sarah is doing. George is the real hero in this story. Not me. I should listen to him, no matter what.
"So what do you suggest?"
"Don't be mad, but we have been talking a lot about this." A short silence. I have proven myself to be in a better state mentally. Why did they still talk about me behind my back? "And we think it's important to have a safe space. Gringotts won't work because you should be able to access them whenever you feel like it."
"Why not in here?"
"We think it should cost a little bit more effort than just going down the stairs. But Andromeda's house doesn't qualify because it's too close to home."
"For Merlin's sake George! Just say it!" I now slammed my diary down and stood up, shaking. The thought of them putting so much thought into this without telling me.. "Or are you going to say I shan't know where they'll be? Are you going to tell me I might as well check myself in at St.Mungo's? I know you've thought about this!"
"No, no, Mel, stay calm. Think about Sarah sleeping upstairs." George was now walking towards me with his arms spread. Ready to hug me, or take me.
"No! If you want to take her from me, be honest!" I dug under his arms, pushed over a pile of diaries and ran to the kitchen. "I thought we would be honest with each other. I told you I have been feeling better and better each day. I just don't.. I don't.."
George just stood there looking at me. I heard Sarah crying upstairs.
"I don't want to forget him. I want to hold him close with me forever."
"As do I, but that does not qualify as moving on."
"I should.." I look up at the ceiling. On the other side of that was a one year old crying.
"Grimmauld place."
"What?"
"Grimmauld place." George repeated. "You could still easily visit and read them, yet it's far enough to not be there every single night. You don't have to get rid of them all at once, just whenever you feel like...." George walked over to me. "Just think about it please."
I nodded before I made my way upstairs to calm Sarah down.
