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Chapter 23

January 29th

Harry- 6 months

Atlas's POV

"I killed her!" I heard Ash shout, his voice full of despair.  I lifted a hand to my head.  Fuck it hurt.  "D-dad" he stuttered his breathing getting uneven.  I looked around I was now on the common room couch.

Mateo seemed to be long gone and Papa was sitting behind me. He seemed to notice I was sitting up again and forced me back down.  "Hey, you need to rest!" He whispers rubbing my head. 

I didn't fight back turning into him.  Dad was long gone too, I just really didn't know what was going on anymore.  "Breathe buddy" I hear them whispering in the background, Asher's sobs overpowering it all.

   "She should have let me die!" He shouts the room goes silent beside his shouts and cries.  "Bubba!" "Please don't say that!" They plead as I just stare forward.  I broke letting the tears flood my face.  I try so hard not to cry, to make sure I'm happy or make everyone else happy.

I want to be the perfect brother, friend, heck maybe even a boyfriend eventually.  I can't anymore I lost it crying into papa who silently rubbed my shoulders.  "We will get through this, I promise Atlas"

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  -the funeral was small the Malfoys, Weasleys, Zabinis, Mateo his husband and daughter-

It was hard for everybody to finally come to terms with the idea of her no longer being on Earth with us.  She was our grandmother, our family, the person who helped raise us...   Ivy and Iris ended asking their parents if they could not have a party this year, they felt guilty for celebrating something when their loved one that usually came was gone.   Asher quickly agreed saying he didn't want a birthday party ever again...

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February 12th

Harry- 6 months 2 weeks

Asher's POV

A low whistle caught my attention, and I looked up from the Hufflepuff table. Going straight to the Slytherin one. I find Atlas and he nods his head towards the door.

I nod quickly standing to leave. Bringing my hands to my face I sigh, crying that's all I ever do lately. It's might fault I'm practically a murderer. Pushing open the door I wait outside thoughts running through my head.

She should be here.  I shouldn't.  Why would she do this! It's all my fault.  I'm the reason I'm like this.  They didn't want me because I was a problem and I'm the problem, I've ruined so many people's lives.  I deserved to be dead. 

"Hey-oh.... Ash, let's go" Atlas snaps me out of my thoughts grabbing my arm.  I just nod as he drags me along both of us ducking into the bathroom.  I clutch my arm realizing how fast my breathing had gotten.

"A-". I can't finish his name coughing into my hand as I go to my knees Atlas sinks down next to me.  "Breath, breathe," he whispers rubbing my back. I fall forward onto my hands shaking my head no. His arms pulling me back up into a sitting position making sure I'm facing him.

"Name 5 things you can see" he whispers as I look around frantically. "Y-you...   sink...   fl-floor.... stall.... w-window" I breathe heavily but it seems to be calming a bit as his grip loosens on my shoulders.

  "Name 4 things you can touch" Atlas continues.  I lean forward grabbing his leg.  "Y-you... floor... wall... me..." I whisper slowly, taking a break between each word.

"Name 3 things you hear... you're doing great" he keeps going while I open my mouth exhaling "water.. talking.. breathing.." I sigh the pace of my breathing almost normal, yet still heavy.