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𝔍ames looked pale, lacking the beaming energetic sunlight that seems to eternally radiate from his skin.
His hazel eyes are settled on Maple and Harry idling on the cushioned floors, the baby Potter-Black intensely watching the baby veela admire the wildflowers flowers she'd picked in the garden. The purpled lines underneath his eyes seemed to fade momentarily when Maple laughed happily, accidentally blowing something of the dandelions florets in Harry's face.
Regulus was absent, cooped up in Monty's library to study more than his brain could possibly handle on horcruxes and those areas of dark magic — the ones he thought You-Know-Who would be most interested in. The current circumstances we're taking it's toll on both of them differently, Regulus working himself to death and James worrying himself sick, trying to balance parenting Harry at the same time.
Perching besides him, I placed a cup of chocolate milk into his hands, ruffling my fingers into his disheveled locks affectionately, murmuring, "I've got some chocolate in my pocket if you would like some? It'll help you feel better"
His lips twitch, duller hazel eyes finding mine as he shakes his head softly, insisting "I think it's better you keep the chocolate for the husband of yours, he'd have my head if you knew you gave it away"
Our gazes both drifted over to the werewolf sprawled out across the other couch, the sick complexion of his not easing as much in his sleep. His ringed hand rested limp above his head, the other across his chest, fisting at his own sweater wool to alleviate some of his bone aching pains. My heart throbbed a little, knowing the full moons were only getting worse for him as we grow older.
The wolfsbane potion we manage to brew every month helps him on the night, and the charm I manage to exert before and after does help him, just not as much as i'd like.
Lightheartedly, he does joke about having a cane to help him walk by the time he's thirty five.
"You have that look in your eye, I can't explain it but it's like you're trying to accept the inevitable" James whispers, nose wrinkling as he blinks towards the hufflepuff, uneasy from her expression when she looks from her husband with an upturned pained smile, admitting,
"I'd like to hope there's a cure for lycanthropy in the future. If not, I think i'll let him go when I know he's ready, it'll be unfair to keep him here in so much pain"
James gulps thickly, the enlarging lump in his throat just seeming to creep up more, knowing exactly what she meant. It was inevitable Remus would be the first of them to make the passage, if the war didn't take them beforehand. He reaches, slipping his arm around her to pull her closer, chin resting on top her heads as he asks hesitantly,
"Does he know you think about this?"
I shook my head lightly, tearing my glassy eyes from him to our daughter on the ground, Harry grabbing hold of her hand confidently. Exhaling a shuddering breath, I whispered, "I don't need to think about it just yet, we're still young, there's more pressing matters at the moment"
