Tw angsty and blood
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The battle-scarred streets of Godric's Hollow were eerily quiet in the twilight. James Potter was walking home with Harry, his heart heavy with memories of the war and the loved ones he had lost. He had just picked Harry up from a playdate with his friends, and they were chatting about Quidditch as they walked.
Suddenly, a noise caught James's attention. It was a weak, pained moan coming from a nearby alley. His instincts kicked in, and he handed Harry his wand, instructing him to stay put. Harry, wide-eyed and serious, nodded, knowing better than to argue.
James hurried towards the sound, his heart pounding. As he rounded the corner, he saw a figure slumped against the wall, covered in blood and dirt. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized her.
"Y/N!" he shouted, rushing to her side. Her eyes fluttered open, filled with pain and relief as she saw him.
"James..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
James knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he assessed her injuries. "Merlin, Y/N, what happened to you?"
Her breathing was shallow, and she winced with every breath. "Ambush... Death Eaters... didn't see them coming."
James's heart clenched. "Stay with me, Y/N. I'm going to get you to St. Mungo's."
He carefully lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Her blood stained his clothes, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting her to safety. He called out to Harry, who ran over, his eyes wide with fear.
"Dad, is she going to be okay?" Harry asked, his voice shaking.
"She will be," James said, more to reassure himself than anything. "We need to get her help, now."
Holding Y/N tightly, James apparated them to the entrance of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He burst through the doors, shouting for help.
"Healers! I need healers here, now!" he yelled.
Several healers rushed over, conjuring a stretcher and carefully transferring Y/N onto it. They began casting diagnostic spells, their faces grim.
James followed them, refusing to leave her side. "Please, do everything you can," he begged, his voice breaking.
One of the healers, a stern-looking woman with kind eyes, nodded. "We'll do our best, Mr. Potter. She's in good hands."
As they wheeled Y/N away, James felt a small hand slip into his. He looked down to see Harry, his face pale and eyes full of worry.
"Dad, is she going to be okay?" Harry asked again, his voice barely a whisper.
James knelt down, pulling Harry into a tight hug. "I don't know, Harry. But she's strong. She's a fighter."
Hours passed, each minute feeling like an eternity. James and Harry sat in the waiting room, holding onto each other for comfort. Finally, the healer returned, her expression softening as she approached them.
"She's stable for now," she said. "She's lost a lot of blood, and her injuries are severe, but she's strong. She has a chance."
James let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, tears of relief streaming down his face. "Thank you," he whispered.
The healer nodded, giving them a small, encouraging smile. "You can see her, but only for a few minutes. She needs rest."
James and Harry walked into the room where Y/N lay, pale and weak but alive. James took her hand, his heart swelling with love and relief.
"You're going to be okay," he said softly, squeezing her hand. "We're here, and we won't leave you."
Y/N managed a weak smile, her eyes fluttering open. "I knew you'd find me," she whispered. "Thank you, James."
He kissed her forehead, his tears mingling with hers. "I love you, Y/N. We'll get through this together."
Harry climbed onto the bed, gently hugging Y/N. "Get better soon, Y/N," he said, his voice full of hope.
As they sat together, the darkness of the past began to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and the strength of their bond. No matter what the future held, they knew they would face it together, as a family.
