𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. James Fleamont Potter

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏. Iris and James

When I was a little girl I used to think the world was out to get me. From being abandoned on the front portch of an orphanage to having a friend leave you, made a little five-year-old think a lot.

But that all changed once a man with fancy blue robes and half moon glasses came to "my rescue".

I think about life a lot, what life would have been if he didn't come or if Edith would have stayed... Or if my parents wouldn't have left me.

Maybe I wouldn't have to morn over a woman who saved my life by taking a killing curse. She didn't have to. But she did.

And the fact that no knows that she did it on purpose, makes it worse.

She built a family, a whole life. She should have let the curse hit me. Why didn't she stay home?

It was all planned out. 1. I push Sirius out of the way so that Ronnie and Regulus grow up to have a father. 2. I atleast try to protect my self to not seem like a coward, knowing well that it wouldn't work and 3. I get to die peacefully, no pain, no worries and no regret, just peace.

But she got there, in front of me.

I blame myself.

I sat there crying in the kitchen of her home. Feeling the the utter most pain in my chest.

"Nil's, it's not your fault." Sirius tried to consoul me, but I just shook my head, protesting in whatever words he gave me.

"You don't have to lie to me." My voice cracked, my eyes were red and my nose was stuffy.

"I am not lying, I rarely lie in these time of days, and I am not just saying that, I mean it." He whispered trying his best for me to look at him.

I did eventually and regreted it. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, and in all honesty I don't think he has.

"I am so sorry Sirius, I swear I didn't mean for this to happen I--" He didn't let me finish, instead he hugged me.

"I know, I know... Don't blame yourself, but if you want someone to blame, blame Lestrange." His spit out that last name as if it were filth. And it was.

After our conversation I took a long bath. And again, my thoughts had invated me. And I kept thinking of cause and effect.

Eventually I took a breath and got out, deciding that it would be best if I went back to the 70's. After all, I did promise Dumbledore.

"Well this is good-bye Harry." I said as I hugged him tightly.

It was the middle of the night and I didnt bother to wake anyone else. It was cruel; yes, but I didn't want to say good-bye again.

"I don't want you to leave." He whispered, buring his face in my neck.

"I don't either, but Dumbledore said I had too." My voice started to fail, cracking at every word I said.

"I know." He pulled away making me see his eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes, his mother's eyes.

"I'll be back eventually, okay?" I tried to assure him but he didn't look half convinced.

Eventually he shook his head and looked down.

"You know the least you could do is say goodbye to everyone. Who knows, maybe this will be the last time they see you." His mood changed to anger and for a second I thought Voldemort was trying to get into his mind again, but I know that look on his face.