"H-Harry." I cry out into his arms as I'm held tightly. The overwhelming amount of memories coming back to me made me frightful. I had never felt so many emotions at once, even when it was the time of the month."Annabeth. My love you understand now? Why o kept going doing it." Harry asks as he fingers twirls strands of my hair. I nod in response. It wasn't Harry's fault, it was the Devils. Harry didn't want to, but the devil made him watch over and over as he killed the love of his life.
"Wait!" I quickly push him away, shock clear on his face. "H-How do I know you won't do it again?"
"Bec–"
"Because it's the first time you've remembered everything. It's the first time in here also. The Devils gone." Jessica's voice interrupts Harry. She walks towards Harry as he wears a very sympathetic smile. Just above her eyebrow is a small bloody cut.
"You're bleeding." I gasp and reach up to touch it. Once my hand meets with the red liquid a very strange sensation spreads through me and suddenly in crying again. "W-What's going on?" I asked confused.
"Annabeth, this is Jessica. Our daughter." Harry talks slowly as a smile forms on his lips. The tears continue to fall from eyes as I stare up at her, suddenly realizing how much she looks like us. The brown curls, hazel eyes, the cheekbones, the nose.
Suddenly before my eyes her body starts to shrink and I scream in horror as I'm about to lose my daughter again, but Harry quickly grabs my shoulders to calm me. Her body suddenly stops forming and she looks to be about 4 or 5. I can't help but gasp at the sight in front of me.
"Harry? What happened?" I ask very confused as he bends down and picks her small body up, her tiny legs handing from his torso.
"This is how she wants us to see her, how we want to see her." He explains. I nod in slight understanding.
"Jessica," I whisper. My hand reaches up and slowly stroke the small amount of hair growing on her head. She giggles like an angel and my heart leaps at her smile. "We made this?" I ask in disbelief.
"Yes." Harry laughs deeply. He bends down and placed a firm kiss to my lips before pulling away with a tug on my bottom lip.
"We did something so beautiful? I can't believe it." I smile at him then at the small child he held in his arms.
"Me either, but we did it."
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THE ENDThis was a very short story, but i started another Harry story so go check it out babes.
Thank you for reading! SO Sorry it was so short, but I wasn't very into this story but I made sure to finish it!
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Annabeth // h.s.
FanfictionAnnabeth Johnson, 17 years old, silky hair, starry eyes, pale skin, and bright red cheeks; is pronounced dead as of October 1904. I am Annabeth Johnson and I am not dead. Someone please help me. HARRY STYLE AU SHORT STORY