The Emerald Twins

Epilogue

My personal warning is to have a few napkins near by if you are a very emotional person.

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(- 1 week later -)

"Have you found Charles yet?" Lily asked James as she sat down.

James shook his head, running a hand through his thick hair. "No sign of him. Where could he be" he sighed, plopping down next to his wife.

They both sat in silence. Hearts aching for their dead son who they never paid attention to. Something suddenly clicked.

"Dobby!" James shouted out of the blue.

"Dobby?" Lily repeated confused.

James nodded with a grin. "That's Charles's house elf!" He exclaimed.

"Dobby!" He called, voice loud and clear.

'pop'

"You called master?" A small house elf asked, popping into view.

"Take me to Charles" He ordered. "Please" he added at Lily's glare.

"Right away master" Dobby clicked his fingers, and with a pop, they were gone.

They appeared in front of a Blue and white door. "The attic?" Lily announced, confused.

James slowly opened the door, not knowing what could be in there.

What they saw made their eyes widen.

It turned out to be a bedroom. There was one wall, furnished with a large bookshelf filled to the rim. another wall, filled with trophies of all kinds. Soccer, Quidittch, Mathematics, Science, Potions, DADA, Star student. The list went on and on.

They looked around the room in wonder, looking at all of the Magical Pictures filling every inch of the exposed wall. the only people in them were Harry and Charles. Lily looked at the oldest looking picture.

Harry had his arm slung around Charles shoulder with a big carefree smile on his face. in the background was a big banner saying. Happy 6th Birthday H&C! Lily looked around the room in the picture and noticed with a start, that it was the very room they were standing in.

With tears in her eyes she followed the pictures from the years. Their 7th birthday celebrated in the room. a picture of Harry mid-flip on his broom with a smile on his face.

a picture of Harry waving a trophy at the Camera with a huge grin.

Harry and Charles in Onesies on a canopy bed eating ice cream.

A Picture of Harry sleeping in the library and waking with a start because Charles hit him with an ice charm.

Harry and Charles taking off their Uniforms and jumping into the black lake.

Harry and Charles studying.

Harry and Charles practicing their wandless magic.

Harry and Charles always together with bright smiles on their faces.

So many pictures of Harry, Her Harry. But he wasn't her Harry, because she ignored him, abandoned him, neglected him, and why? because one of her sons was the Boy-Who-Lived?

She choked on a sob and looked at James's tear stained face. "What have we done" He whispered, looking at a picture of Harry in Charles's Gryffindor uniform.

He always thought that Harry didn't look like him or Lily. Always thought that Charles had their genes. But looking at that picture, of his 13 year old son, running away from Minerva with a boyish laugh, fireworks going off in the background. He couldn't help it when his knees caved in, he couldn't hold in the harsh cry that left his mouth. and then, when they thought their aching hearts couldn't take more. they heard a childish giggle.

Lily and James looked at the big blue and white Canopy bed in the corner, and saw Charles sitting up against the head board with a book in his lap. "Charles" Lily said in relief.

They heard that same childish giggle and found that it was coming from the large book laying on Charles lap.

'Giggle!' "I told you i could do it!" A voice cried in excitement.

James and Lily made their way to Charles, looking at the strange book in his lap. "It's a pensive" Charles explained, eyes never leaving the book in his lap. "Harry created it to be like a story book" Charles said, cutting off anything Lily was going to say.

"Could we watch it with you" James asked slowly.

Charles shrugged.

James, taking that as a yes, slowly sat down next to Charles. "This was when Harry won his first Seeker Trophy" Charles said smiling slightly.

James looked at the book and smiled when a 10 year old Harry was flipping upside down on his broom and sticking his tongue out at Charles.

"Harry wasn't on a Team" Lily said in the I-know-better-then-you voice.

James cringed at the Harsh glare Charles pinned her with. "Of course he wasn't!" He snapped. "Harry wasn't allowed on the team because you needed a Parent to sign" He hissed.

"He could have asked" Lily mumbled.

"HE DID!" James saw the raw anger in Charles eyes and choose to stay silent for now. "HE ASKED YOU, YOU BITCH! AND WHAT DID YOU DO! YOU SLAPPED HIM!" Charles screamed in rage. "GET. OUT!" Before she could say anything, he snapped his fingers and forced her out of the sacred room.

James sat in silence, waiting for his son to calm down. "Was he good?" James asked, trailing his hand up and down Harry's smiling form. Charles sighed, and sat back down next to James. "The best" Charles said with a small smile.

Charles pulled a memory from a vile and placed it in the Pensive Book. James eyes lit up as he saw the Moves Harry pulled. He would speed after the other seeker, and then pull a sudden fake, he would then flip around and turn back, zig zaging around the pitch, eyes always on the Snitch as he messed with the other seeker. He suddenly flew over to Charles with a huge grin. "Love you lil bro" and with that, he shot to the other side of the pitch, catching the snitch.

James could see the tears streaming down Charles's face in the corner of his eye, but choose not to comment. "Could you please leave me alone" Charles asked, setting the Pensive Book on the bedside table. "Okay" James said, slowly getting off of the bed and walking out of Harry's room.

Had James Potter turned back, he would have seen the look of determination shining through those emerald eyes. Had he been paying attention, he would have heard the whispered "I can't live with out you" But he didn't. and so, when James Potter closed the door, he obviously thought that the soft Thud was the sound of Charles getting off of the bed.

Hours later when Lily Potter walks through that door to get Charles for dinner, she would cry in sadness at the sight of her redheaded son on the ground, wand in hand, with Kadavra being the last word he ever said.

THE END