Moving On [H.S]

Chapter 13

 Her panicked eyes dart between him and the young girl beside him. A long period of tense silence passes and Isabella begins to grow nervous, shuffling closer to Harry. But suddenly, Anne takes a step forwards, and wraps her arms around her son.

He freezes, not knowing what to do, as his breathing falters. She smells the same, sweet scent he remembers from when he was a kid. He closes his eyes and wraps his arm that isn't holding Isabella's hand around her, as he hears her soft sobs.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack, you idiot."

She says leaning back and hitting him lightly over the head. He can't help but laugh a little as she kisses his cheek.

"I missed you so much.."

She says and he clears his throat so his voice doesn't shake.

"I missed you too."

"And is this beautiful young lady my granddaughter?"

She asks, kneeling down in front of Isabella and the young girl nods with a bright smile.

"You're even more beautiful than I could ever have imagined."

She says pulling the young girl into her arms. Isabella immediately hugs back, giggling with joy.

"Come here both of you..."

She says, picking Isabella up in her arms and pulling both of them in for a hug. Harry wraps his arms around his mother and daughter, as Anne cries softly.

"Grandma, why are you crying?"

Isabella asks, a slight frown on her face.

"I'm just so happy darling."

Anne says and Isabella smiles.

"I'm so happy I got to see you and your father.."

She says looking back at Harry with a smile. She kisses his cheeks, feeling like if she ever lets go he will disappear.

"Come inside, both of you, it must be freezing out there."

She says, trying to collect herself. She shuts the door, closing out the cold air as they walk into the living room, which is set up for tea. As Isabella looks around at all of the childhood photos of her father, Anne stays by Harry's side.

"She looks so much like you..."

She whispers and Harry nods.

"Her name?"

"Isabella."

Anne nods as Isabella turns back to them and runs over to Harry. He picks her up and she pokes the dimple on his cheek, which makes Anne smile.

"You have dimples too!"

She says with joy, poking Anne's cheek as well. The older woman laughs, her heart filled with joy by the presence of her son and granddaughter.

"Isabella...could you run into the kitchen for a little bit. We'll be right in, we just have to clean up the cups in here.."

Harry says and Isabella nods as he puts her down and she walks into the kitchen. As soon as she is out of sight Harry turns to his mother.

"I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry for everything I said to you before I left...I'm sorry I didn't listen to you-"

He is cut off by her shaking her head.

"You coming home is enough for me."

"I know but I need to apologize, I was terrible to you."

"Harry...you were so young, and going through something no teenager should ever have to go through. Your words were out of anger and sadness, I knew that."