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43- James Potter (Part 2)

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This might be one if, if not, the darkest chapter I've ever written, so be warned.

TW: Break downs and suicidal thoughts

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"Y/n. Darling, wake up."

Y/n feels herself being lightly shaken awake while her husband whispers to her. She knows that whisper. The fear laced in his words as he tries to keep calm.

Groaning, she takes a few seconds before opening her eyes, looking around to see where she is.

The nursery.

Memories start to instantly flood her mind and she bolts upright, scrambling toward the crib. Her hands clasp desperately around the bars, peering inside to find the empty bed.

"James? James, where's Harry?" Y/n asks desperately, turning her head back to the man, finding him starting to stand, making his way to kneel beside her, a look of absolute sadness and devastation tainting his usual happy and carefree expression. "James," She repeats. "Where's Harry?"

He takes her hand in his, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles, rubbing his thumb over the area afterwards as if he were rubbing it into her skin. "Darling..."

"What?" She snaps, her eyes flickering back to the crib for a brief moment before looking back at James. "Where's our son? James, where's our son?! Where's Harry?!"

"He made it," A small, sad smile graces his features, his eyes prickling with tears. Y/n can't tell whether they're ones of grief or relief, so she settles with acknowledging them as both. "Y/n, he survived. Our little boy survived the killing curse."

Suddenly, she knows that the tears mean both. She knows because the same feeling overcomes her as his words settle in. She couldn't imagine how their son would grow up without his parents. She couldn't imagine an afterlife without a completed family. She couldn't imagine how Harry would feel. What damage he'd go through.

As selfish as she feels for being sad, much more ease flows through her at the reminder that he has the rest of his life. No matter what happens, he has the rest of his life, and that's all she wanted for him in her final moments.

"How is that possible?" She whispers.

James shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know," He kisses her hand once more, gazing intensely into her eyes. "While you were..." He hesitates, trying to find the right words. "resting... I found something."

"What?"

"I'll show you."

He quickly stands and pulls Y/n up with him, leading her out the bedroom door, down the hallway, to the stairs. At the bottom, the front door is cracked open just the slightest, a faint, white glow flooding through the crack.

"James?" She questions, squeezing his hand tightly as her chest compresses with anxiety.

"It's alright, my love," He gently squeezes her hand back in reassurance. "It's alright. Are you ready?"

She shakes her head. "No."

He nods, taking a seat on the top step, confusing his wife. "Then we'll wait until you are. It doesn't need to be an instantaneous thing, so don't feel any pressure to go down there, sweetheart. I'll wait until you're ready; we have all the time in the world."

Y/n cracks a tiny smile, slowly taking her place beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling him press a kiss on her temple before leaning his head against hers, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer as he does so.