I broke down. Tears were falling like waterfalls. I placed my head in my hands and began to shake uncontrollably, and then it hit me-- Harry. My sweet baby Harry. The grief I felt a moment ago for my lost husband, was replaced with guilt. How self-centered can one person be, to only think of the one in front of them. For mere moments ago, my heart only went to James, who was, quite obviously, already dead. I was ashamed. I should be strong for my family. After all I am a Gryffindor.

Halfway down the hallway, her words began to sink into my head and I stopped. We were about the same size, so she was forced to as well. “What do you mean, erase his memory? How is that possible?”

In fact, I didn’t even hear the door open, my heart was beating too loud that my ears rang with such beating. My legs were being difficult too; they refused to move. I kept repeating over and over in my head ‘move move’ but they ceased to do just that. However, before my brain was able to pass on the information to my legs, I felt a strong grip on my arms.

“NO!” I woke with a start. As fast as lightning, memories were pouring back into my brain. I saw myself with Tunie, riding our bikes, I saw Severus and me sitting on a slide at our local park. I saw me string at my peers, with a mangy old hat on my head. There was James asking me out and Severus calling me mud blood. I saw myself walking down the aisle and my first son being born. It was so hard for me to hold on to that last memory but I couldn’t let it go.

“Well here we are,” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. She was first to enter through the wooden doors and begrudgingly followed suit. Severus and I exchanged weary glances in the rear, but followed them in nonetheless.