Harry sat with his head in his hands . He hated this day so much . It brought up so many horrid memories : Tonks screaming as she fell to the ground and became lifeless . Remus screaming and crying in horror , only to be killed minutes later . Or when he saw Ginny in danger. He used to blame himself for it , but not anymore . He had realized that it was not his fault . He smiled down at the baby in his arms that he was rocking to sleep , James Sirius Potter .
A random drabble I wrote , Inspired by Pictures of You by The Last Goodnight .
I literally finished this at exactly midnight .
Take what you want from this story , and let me know what you interpret it to be about .
All reviewers get cyberhugs( Michael Buckley anyone ? No ? Ok. ) from me and Daniel Radcliff's mobile number :)
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Eri