She should've seen it then.
Staring at the headstones didn't make it any more real. Lily and James Potter engraved into stone gave no closure, no assurance that the Potters had taken their place in "Heaven".
The tears shed weren't real. The white roses laid atop their caskets weren't real. The small garden rat missing a toe crawling along the grass that no one could see wasn't real. Her lace gloves. Their guilty best friend. Their dead best friends. The list of them. It wasn't real, not to her. As Sirius would always say, ignorance is bliss. Sirius would say it.
Elizabeth tilted her head to the left as she planted in her mind the details of the dark wood casket, the gold detailing along the edges as Lily and James were lowered into the worm filled dirt. The screaming baby's wails rang through her ears as she stared at the crust of the Earth, her mind running through the different possibilities.
Remus wouldn't let her take Harry. He said it would hurt too much to see the face of Lily and James every single day, but never hear Lily's soothing humming or James' boasting laughter. Elizabeth knew why. He couldn't lie to her.
She memorized the sound of Harry's cries, the same ones she heard all night before Remus helped her get medication.
Her baby. She left her baby at home, right?
No, no. Remus told her there was no baby, there was no baby. She didn't have a baby.
But why was there crying in their flat? Why did she hear it night when she tried to sleep?
Was that why she got medication?
She listened to Harry cry.
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TWO SLOW DANCERS, remus lupin
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