The Luna's Son 💫

{8} Revelations 🌕

Harry paced impatiently around the room, his hair all messed up. Hermione couldn't help biting her bottom lip as she worriedly played with the hem of her shirt. The two adults did not speak but would occasionally make eye contact. To tell each other James wasn't alone. He had both of his parents. 

Suddenly James's bedroom's door opened and Molly stepped out. She looked drained and tired but she gave both parents a sad smile. Harry rushed towards Molly as also did Hermione. "Please Mrs. Weasley, how is our son?" Harry asked worriedly as Hermione used the walls to steady herself for the heartbreaking news. 

Molly looked at them, "I'm so sorry Harry and Hermione. I've tried everything I can but I don't know what's wrong with him. He has a very high fever and it won't be long before he starts shivering uncontrollably and having hallucinations. A child his age and size with a high fever like that is unheard of. His body isn't that strong yet so it may be... fatal."

Hermione's legs gave out as she lost her balance. Harry caught her before she hit the floor. "No no no. This can't be. No no no." Hermione pleaded before she began to weep. Harry looked back at Molly, his eyes in tears, "Molly are you sure of what you're saying?" Molly gave a sad nod, "I gave him medicine to lower his strong hallucinations and for his breathing to be steady. However I can't seem to bring his fever down. He's burning up quickly." Harry could only tighten his hold on Hermione as she weeped on his chest. 

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Not long after Molly had left to her Hermione sat next to her son as she caressed his forehead with a wet cold towel. Harry stood by the doorframe and just studied at how weak his son looked in his bed. Godric, he had only his son for a few months and if anything happened to him he didn't know what to do. 

"I can't lose him again Harry." Hermione spoke after a moment of silence. She turned to face him, tear stains on her face. "He was already taken from me once. Not again. I refuse to even allow death himself to take my son." Harry walked to James's other side and grabbed hold of his hand. 

"We've been awful parents Hermione. " Harry finally spoke. "All James wanted was for us to be a family but we acted like immature kids. Running away from each other." Hermione sighed, "I guess you're right Harry. He's been living in two completely different worlds after escaping from such a lonely one." 

"Hermione what happened to us..." Harry finally asked, in a small voice. Hermione closed her eyes as she turned her face from him. She didn't reply to him and stayed in silence. 

Even such a small gesture made Harry's heart break. 

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The next day Harry and Hermione stayed next to James at all times. It scared them at how much James was sweating and how he occasionally shivered. Neither parents had left the room to eat or do anything else. Both refusing to leave their son. 

James looked worse by the hour. His skin turning pale and his fever increasing. He would mumble things and turn in his sleep. If Hermione or Harry were lucky they would make James drink by a straw but most of the time he was too weak to even do that. He hadn't open his eyes since last evening. 

Both adults already sent an owl to their corresponding jobs, explaining they had an emergency and would not be able to show up until further notice. 

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On the third day Hermione couldn't take it no more and snapped. It was a little past 10pm before she began to pack a bag with James's clothes in it. Harry raised an eyebrow at her odd behavior, "What are you doing?" 

"Leaving." Hermione only replied as she walked down the room and towards the living room to get her things. 

"Are you leaving James all alone with me? Hermione how could you? He needs yo- us, more tha. ever and you're leaving?" Harry demanded. 

"No you thickhead! I am taking James with me." Hermione replied as she packed her stuff up. 

"Are you insane? James can't leave his bed! He's extremely sick Hermione!" Harry said defending his son. 

"I know that!" Hermione replied, "I need to take him to St. Mungo's Hospital. He isn't getting any better here and I can't stand seeing my baby in pain one more second."

"We've already called Madam Pomfrey and she couldn't even tell what was wrong with James. I don't want to hurt him Hermione. He looks in a great deal of pain but I think moving him would be more painful." Harry then said, "How about I call a doctor from St. Mungo so they can come here and check on James. It would be so much better for James."

"No, he needs to be at the Hospital." Hermione stated.

"Why? He's safer at home and with us."

"No! He'll be better at the hospital." 

"Are you running away again?" 

"NO! I'm trying to save my son!"

"Our son!"

"Harry he's my son! I need to save him!"

"Hermione I'm right here this time. You're not alone. I want to save him too." Harry pleaded.

"Then let's take him to the bloody hospital!" Hermione demanded before someone spoke, "I wouldn't recommended it. They wouldn't be much help." 

Quickly Hermione and Harry turned towards the third party voice and there stood a woman dressed in a black cloak and with a sad smile. Their fight all forgotten. 

Both parents had their wands out in seconds, pointing them at the unknown woman. 

"Who are you?" Harry demanded, he wasn't in the mood for games. 

The lady dropped her cloak hood and gave a small sad smile to Hermione. 

Hermione dropped her wand as she gasped in fear. 

"Hello Ms. Granger. It's been a long time." 

As she stepped back, frightened, Hermione immediately recalled the last time she had seen this woman.

Godric Hollow, private nursery. 

The Doctor who had helped her during her birth with James. What in the world was she doing here? What the bloody hell was going on? This was all too much for her. Her son coming back into her life, Harry, her son being sick, Harry, and now the Doctor? 

"I have a lot of explaining to you two Mr. Potter and Mrs. Granger. A lot has to do with your son." the woman said before Hermione fainted onto Harry's arms.