"James, I'm sorry, I'm not ready for this baby. I'm giving Harry up." Lily couldn't bring herself to look her husband in the eye. Instead she stared at the floor, determined yet feeling as empty as a shell. She couldn't afford to have any emotions when she told him this, she didn't want him to see how much it hurt her too.
"Lily you can't…" a handsome man with dark hair began, shocked.
"Please don't make this harder than it already is." Lily whispered looking at this ceiling and trying not to let James see the tears that were in her eyes. Harry gave a little kick as if he knew something was happening. Lily sobbed and James was there in an instant holding her tightly.
"Shhh Lily, it's OK, if that's what you want." He cooed in her ear. Lily nodded into his chest and he felt his heart tighten. All he had wanted was to be with Lily and raise a family. Now his little miracle child, his pride and joy was being taken away by the woman he loved most.
"Forgive me." Lily sobbed into his robes. James didn't reply.
The house was empty except for four figures and a tiny baby. The two couples were facing each other; one pair looked happy and sympathetic as the other handed over the tiny child, asleep in their arms.
"Keep in touch." The red headed woman said, almost pleading.
"Of course" said the blonde haired man as he took the baby carefully. Both women sobbed, one with sadness and one with joy.
"I ask you only one thing, so that one day he might be able to find us if he wanted too, so that we could tell him why. Give him this note when he asks about us for the first time and keep his name the same. Call him Harry."
With that both couples walked away from the scene that had changed their lives for ever.