If Only He Knew...

Part of Me

Two weeks had passed since Daisy's passing and Harry was preparing himself for her funeral. He felt a sense of detachment from himself, making it impossible for him to convey the news to his daughter that Sophie's mother had left them and was now in a special place. As he slowly got out of the bed, he rubbed his eyes full of sleep, unable to forget the memories he shared with Daisy, who was his best friend and wife.

Walking down the stairs, Harry's steps felt lifeless as he approached Narcissa, Daisy's mother who was preparing breakfast. "Good morning, love," she greeted him with a small smile. His response was just a quiet mutter as he fought back the tears filling his eyes.

Unable to control his emotions, he rushed back to the bedroom and slammed the door as Regulus, his father, emerged from one of the spare bedrooms. "When are the cars getting here?" he inquired, and Narcissa replied, "In three hours, at eleven. But Harry isn't ready yet; he wasn't ready for Daisy to leave us at just twenty-one years old." Regulus headed to Harry's room, knocked on the door, and asked if he could come in.

As Harry was taking his black suit out of his wardrobe and laying it on the bed, he expressed his emotions, saying, "Dad, I'm not ready. I feel physically sick." His father wrapped him in his arms and whispered, "I know, Haz, I know," as Harry cried on his shoulder.

Regulus gave his son one final reassuring pat before leaving Harry's room and heading down the stairs, leaving Harry alone to get ready.

As Harry was getting dressed, Sophie emerged from her bedroom, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She saw Harry's tear-stained eyes and asked, "Daddy, why are you crying?" Harry knelt down in front of his daughter, gave her a hug, and then said, "Sweetheart, Mummy had a problem with her heart, and she had to go to a special place."

Sophie looked confused and asked, "Where did she go, Daddy?" At that moment, Harry couldn't hold back his tears anymore and had to turn his head to wipe them away. He then picked up Sophie in his arms and walked over to the window, telling her to point to the sky. "That's where Mummy is, up in the sky watching over us," he said before leaning his head on Sophie's shoulder and letting out a few more sobs.

Sophie was too young to fully understand the gravity of the situation, but she knew enough to comfort her father. She stroked his hair gently and whispered, "It's okay, Daddy. Mummy will always be with us in our hearts." Harry gave her one final hug before getting up and wiping away his tears. He had to be strong for both himself and his daughter at Daisy's funeral, but he knew it wouldn't be easy.

As the evening settled in after the emotional rollercoaster of the funeral, Harry found himself in the kitchen, trying to focus on making dinner for himself and Sophie. He had changed out of his suit into just a shirt and trousers, feeling the need for some comfort and normalcy amidst the chaos of his emotions.

As he chopped vegetables and stirred a simmering pot, his phone suddenly rang, jolting him from the momentary peace he had found. He wiped his hands on a towel and rushed to answer it, anxiously asking, "Hello, who is this?" To his shock, a familiar voice greeted him, a voice he had heard countless times before. It was Daisy's voice. The voice of his late wife.

His heart skipped a beat as the realisation sunk in. Daisy had passed away, and he had attended her funeral earlier in the day. His mind raced with confusion and disbelief. How could this be happening?

"Daisy?" Harry choked out, his voice trembling with a combination of fear and hope. "But... I... we just... I laid you to rest today." Her voice remained calm and comforting. She gently replied, "Harry, please trust me. Open the door. I need to see you."

Harry's mind was filled with a mix of emotions – longing, disbelief, and a flicker of hope. But he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of doubt and the fear of the unknown. His heart was fragile and already shattered into pieces. He couldn't bear the weight of false hope, "Whoever you are," Harry finally managed to say, his voice heavy with pain, "I don't know what kind of sick joke this is, but it's not fair... You can't bring her back to me like this." Silence hung heavy in the air as Harry contemplated the situation. The voice on the other side remained silent too, perhaps understanding the turmoil within Harry.