Prologue: It's Too Late
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Across the Universe – The Beatles
James POV
I don't know what's happening. Nobody tells me anything anymore. It's almost like the world is moving at the speed of light and I'm standing still. My sister is holding my hand with tears streaming down her face. I haven't said anything to comfort her, but it's not like she deserves it.
Scorpius is on my other side looking nearly as lost as I feel. I guess he can't feel her anymore, I know I can't. My father is pacing on the other side of the cramped room and my mother is nursing a baby in her lap. Grandma Molly looks like death, we all know better than to speak.
We all look up at the first sign of movement from the other side of the door. A healer walks out and glances around the huge group in the waiting room.
"Mr Potter," My father and I both glance up but we both know who she's talking to. "I'm so sorry; there was nothing we could do. She was already gone."
I know I'm too old for tears, I'm supposed to be the strong one. My family deserves that much after all that I did to them. But what else are you meant to do when the person who means the most is gone?
A/N: So there's the prologue. I know it's short and doesn't have much to do with anything but I do have an idea where this story is going to go, kinda. :/ So just bear with me. R&R!