𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

❇❥ To Eternal Bliss ❥❇

"So how long have I loved you for? Womb to tomb, sweetheart. Since before I was even here at all."
dropdeaddream & WhatAreFears. Not Easily Conquered. Archive of Our Own, 2014.

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St Mungo's Hospital was as crowded as ever when Y/N walked up to the receptionist's desk. Many patients sitting in the waiting room looked relatively normal, reading the morning's Daily Prophet. Others sported grotesque injuries and jinxes that seemed too complicated to fix at home. 

'Afternoon, Y/N,' said the lady behind the desk. 'Here to visit Emilia and Jonathan?'

'Hi, Cecilia,' said Y/N. 'Yeah, here to visit Mum and Dad. Still in the same room?'

'That's right and- oh! Is that... on your finger-?'

A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips and he placed his left hand on the desk. Cecilia beamed at the sight of the glittering ring on Y/N's finger.

'Oh, congratulations! How long has it been?' she asked.

'Two weeks now,' said Y/N. 'Couldn't be happier.'

'As am I!' said Cecilia. 'Oh, your father will be thrilled! Well, fourth floor, as always.'

'Thank you, Cecilia,' said Y/N. 

As he made his way to the stairs, Y/N glanced at the portraits lining the walls and smiled as he spotted one of a certain blonde-haired French wizard wearing Healer robes and bearing a bright grin.

Adrien Lucien Delacour
St Mungo's Healer 1997-1998
Battle of Hogwarts Martyr 
1979-1998

The painted Adrien waved at Y/N as he walked up to the portrait.

'All right, Y/N?'

'Great,' said Y/N. 'Guess what?'

The portrait furrowed his eyebrows as Y/N lifted up his hand, then widened his eyes at the sight of the ring.

'Toutes mes félicitations!' exclaimed Adrien. 'I always knew you two were made for each other.'

'Thanks, Adri,' grinned Y/N. 'I'll see you later.'

'Have a good day!' called Adrien's portrait as Y/N took up the flight of stairs.

As Y/N entered the Janus Thickey Ward, his eyes immediately fell on the pair seated in the far corner of the room. Y/N's father, Jonathan, was holding his wife's hand and the family's photo album in the other, speaking in a low voice about each picture. Y/N found him doing this every time he visited his parents, and it warmed his heart and tugged at it at the same time.

Jonathan had woken up from his coma six months ago, and was still slightly disoriented by everything. However, one thing he had never forgotten was his wife and child, even though he was heavily confused when he woke up to see that Y/N was five years older than the last time they saw each other.

It took a long time for Y/N to explain everything that had happened in those five years. The part that was most complicated and emotional to explain was Leonora's existence. It was shocking for Y/N to find out he had a twin, but even more so for Jonathan to learn he was a father of two.

Leonora, despite Y/N's insistence and convincing, had not yet visited her parents. Part of her still felt guilty for not protecting them when Voldemort and his followers took them hostage. She could not bear facing them, even after Y/N reassured her that no one blamed her for it.