Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

James Potter

I heard the door slam. I look up from the meal I was preparing. James came walking into the kitchen, looking a mixture between angry and sad. He walked down the hall. I put the oven off, and walk after him.

"James? Are you alright?" I call, only to get no reply. I hear the bedroom door slamming, and I wince. Must have been a tough day at work.

I walk to the bedroom door and knock quietly. "James? Baby?" I ask through the door. I get no reply. I slowly push open the door.

I've been married to James for about a year, but I have never seen him like this. He sat on the edge of our bed, his head buried in his hands, his elbows on his knees. He looks very distraught.

I walk up to him, resting my hand on his shoulder. "James?" I ask. He doesn't seem to respond to my question. I move to stand in front of him, so my knees are in line with his. I crouch down on my knees. I run my hands up his forearms, covering his hands with mine. I move his hands away from his face.

The first thing I notice is that his cheeks are wet. He's been crying. I lace my fingers through his. "James? Baby? What happened?" I ask.

"It's my parents Y/n. They died an hour apart," he said. "My mom died from heart failure. My dad died of a heart attack when he found out that she died."

I gasped. I loved his parents, but I can't imagine what he's going through.

"James...I'm so sorry," I say, my eyes tearing up. The love of my life, who is always smiling and joking filling the silence with something stupid, was quiet and crying.

He takes my face in his hands. "Love, what are you sorry for? It's not your fault," he says, kissing my forehead.

"I'm sorry that you have to go through this," I say, kissing his knuckles.

"Y/n, believe it or not, in a certain way, I'm alright," he says, pulling me into his lap.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Yeah. I married the woman of my dreams. We have a wonderful son, and another baby on the way, why wouldn't I be?" He asked, kissing my cheek.

I smile and give him a quick peck on the lips. "Okay. I'm going to let you have some time to cry or do what ever you need to, just know that dinner will be ready in an hour," I say, getting up from his lap.

He smacks my butt as I walk out of the room. I smile. No matter what, James is still James.