It was a mockingly bright and sunny day when eight week pregnant Lilly Potter went to St. Mungo's hospital. She was bleeding. When she realized she had screamed for James. James forced himself to stay calm as he helped his wife explain what was going on.
A few hours later James sat at home on their bed, tears ran down his face as he held his wife close as she sobbed against his chest.
Lilly felt like she would never stop crying. She would never laugh. She would never smile. She would never be happy again. How could she be? Her child had died inside of her. It wasn't fair. What good was magic if it was useless to save her unborn child.
With everything going on Lilly knew that it was a risky time to start a family. She knew that the war was escalating. She knew there would be plenty of danger to her child. But not this. She hadn't even known this was an option. And now here she was grieving the death of her child who had died well before she had needed to even begin to worry about those other dangers.
The child should have been safe inside of her. She couldn't believe that her body would betray her like this and allow her child to die within her.
James quietly closed the door behind himself before collapsing against the wall in the hallway. James had held Lilly until she cried herself to sleep. After holding her for a while he gently lay her down and pulled the covers over her. Now he was alone in the hallway and he didn't need to be strong for Lilly. He leaned against the wall, face completely emotionless and stared straight ahead for a long time. He felt so lost. He didn't know how to comfort his wife. Of course, he was also mourning their child but for him, the hardest part was watching Lilly suffer so. He dearly wanted to be a father, every bit as badly as she wanted to be a mother. Still, he could only imagine that it must be even worse for her. The child had been inside of her. That had to make it even harder.