Harry's P.O.V.
*Flashback*
I wake up to my blaring alarm; it's Wednesday morning.
But it isn't just another Wednesday morning. Today is the day dad will be home. He's been gone since he was deployed, 11 months ago.
I jump out of bed, throwing on a clean pair of jeans and a dark blue t-shirt my mum had laid out for me before and take the steps two at a time. I race into the kitchen and bump into my older sister, Gemma.
"Why are you up so early?," She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Dad will be home today, duh." I can't help but smile, as I say the words. I've been waiting so long to say them.
"Yeah but not until tonight supposedly." She sighs, grabbing a bowl from the kitchen cupboard. "Need a bowl?"
I shake my head no and open the fridge to pull out a container of fresh fruit my mum must've cut up after she'd gotten up this morning. "Did mum leave for work already?" I ask curiously, taking the container over to the small wooden table.
"Yeah, she only left about 20 minutes ago, though." Gemma replies, filling the bowl she'd gotten with Lucky Charms. It's always been her favorite. "I think she gets off early so she can pick us up from school." She adds before joining me at the table.
"Good, I hate the stinky bus." I scrunch my nose and wave my hand in my face. Gemma laughs and swirls her spoon around in her bowl.
"Do you th-" Gemma starts to say before the front door swings open but is shut seconds later with a loud boom. I look at Gemma then back at my mum as she makes her way into the kitchen. Her hand over her mouth and her cell phone presses against her ear. Her grip around it is tight and I watch as tears form in the corners of her eyes.
"Mhm.. yes, that is correct." Her voice is shaky and I begin to worry. I glance at Gemma and her expression says it all. I can tell she's worried, too.
"Two." She mumbles and looks at me for a second before turning around. I've never seen her like this before. She's always been the type of mum to hide her emotions and deal with them later, alone. Or at least I think that's what she does.
"How did it... happen?" She asks, then there's silence for a few moments. That's when she breaks down. The phone drops from her hands and thuds to the ground. I want to say something but I can't, I feel numb. Thoughts runs through my mind. I know what happened but I can't bare to believe it. There's no way.
"Mum.." Gemma's voice is soft and I can tell she's trying to keep it together.
"Is it dad...?" she continues, gripping the table hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. I hold my breath, not sure if I'm ready for the answer or not.
