Tw mentions of death and suicide
Y/N Potter had always been strong, or at least, that’s what she tried to show the world. But the loss of her brother, James, had shattered her in ways she couldn’t even begin to express. The vibrant, carefree days at Hogwarts seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by an overwhelming darkness that consumed her every waking moment.
James had been her rock, her best friend, and the person who always knew how to make her smile. Without him, the world felt colder, emptier. She found herself drifting through the days, a ghost of the person she once was. The depression that had always lingered at the edges of her mind now consumed her entirely, leaving her often rendered motionless by the weight of her grief.
She retreated from her friends, unable to bear their pitying looks and well-meaning but hollow words of comfort. Every day felt like a battle just to get out of bed, and more and more often, she wondered if it was even worth it.
One evening, as the rain pelted against the windows of her small flat, Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, clutching a photograph of James. Her mind raced with thoughts of ending it all, of finding a way to escape the unbearable pain. The idea of peace, of being reunited with her brother, was almost too tempting to resist.
As she sat there, lost in her despair, a knock on the door broke through her thoughts. She ignored it at first, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the knocking persisted, growing more insistent. Finally, with a heavy sigh, she dragged herself to the door and opened it to find Remus Lupin standing there, his expression a mixture of concern and determination.
“Remus, I… I can’t do this right now,” she mumbled, trying to close the door, but he gently pushed it open and stepped inside.
“Y/N, please. I need to talk to you,” Remus said, his voice soft but firm. “I know you’re hurting. We all are. But you don’t have to go through this alone.”
She turned away from him, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “What’s the point, Remus? He’s gone. James is gone, and nothing we do will bring him back.”
Remus moved closer, his presence a comforting warmth in the cold room. “I know it feels hopeless right now, but ending your life isn’t the answer. James wouldn’t want this for you. He’d want you to live, to fight, even when it feels impossible.”
Y/N shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t, Remus. I don’t have the strength.”
He reached out, gently turning her to face him. “You do, Y/N. You have more strength than you realize. And you have people who care about you, who need you. I need you.”
His words pierced through the fog of her despair, and she looked into his eyes, seeing the raw emotion there. “I don’t know how to keep going,” she whispered.
“We’ll take it one day at a time,” Remus said, his voice trembling with emotion. “And on the days when you can’t, I’ll be here to help you. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”
Y/N wanted to believe him, to cling to the hope he was offering, but the darkness was so overwhelming. She nodded weakly, allowing him to pull her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within her. As they finally pulled apart, Remus looked at her with a mixture of determination and fear. “Promise me you won’t do anything rash, Y/N. Promise me you’ll let me help you.”
She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. “I promise,” she whispered, though the words felt fragile, like they could break at any moment.
Remus nodded, his grip on her shoulders tightening. “We’ll take it one step at a time. And if you ever feel like you can’t go on, you call me. Anytime, day or night. You’re not alone.”
Y/N nodded again, trying to find some small glimmer of hope to hold onto. Remus’s words had given her a flicker of light in the darkness, but the shadows still loomed large. As he left, promising to check on her first thing in the morning, she closed the door and leaned against it, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her.
She moved back to her bed, the photograph of James still clutched in her hand. She lay down, staring at his smiling face, and tried to remember the sound of his laughter, the way he used to make everything feel okay.
Outside, the storm raged on, and as she closed her eyes, she wondered if she could keep the promise she had made to Remus. The darkness still called to her, its whispers growing louder. And as the night stretched on, Y/N found herself standing on the precipice, teetering on the edge of despair, unsure if she had the strength to step back.
The door opened slowly, and a new figure entered her room. Sirius Black, eyes red from crying, knelt beside her. "We need you, Y/N," he said, voice raw. "Please stay with us." The anguish in his eyes mirrored her own, and for a moment, she felt a connection, a lifeline to hold onto in the storm.
But the darkness was relentless, and as the night wore on, the promise she had made seemed more and more fragile. She lay there, torn between the love she still felt for her friends and the overwhelming pain of her loss, unsure of what the morning would bring.
And so, the night stretched on, leaving the question hanging in the air: would Y/N find the strength to hold on, or would the darkness claim her in the end?
