❝ I don't think I can -- handle it.               Handle him, I mean. I don't think I can. ❞

Now, Lyall. We have things to discuss, as in Teddy. I haven’t told him I’m sick. I’ve told him remarkably little about his parents, particularly Remus. My failing perhaps but I am tired now and I can’t stand up for myself anymore. I should have told him about them, I know. I was just too sad. I’ve been too sad for so long. He’s not getting much inheritance. I barely supported us both when I was working. I would be very grateful if you kept an eye on him. He’s a grown boy, but I’m all the family he has. I don’t want to leave him. I want to live. I don’t have a choice in the matter. Apparently disease doesn’t ask permission. I don’t want him to be all alone. Do you think you’ll see your wife when you die? I won’t mind dying so much if I get to see him. And Nymphadora. I’m worried I won’t. I’ve never been spiritual and I’m very very anxious. Teddy is starting to guess something is wrong, but if I can, I’ll not tell him. I just want him to be happy for as long as I can keep it that way. It’s funny. I feel like I’m running away, all over again. Oh well. When you read this, keep it from the boy and make sure you look after him. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for that boy. I refuse to let him live lonely. He’ll have Harry and Ginny and the Wotter clan but I need him to be as safe as possible. If I thought he wasn’t safe, I’d kill myself all over again. If you back down or fail to look after him I will haunt you. He deserves so much more than what he gets. What he got. Just look after him, Lyall. It’ll be good for you both. AT