This time shedding tears on a bed wasn't going to rid me of my grieving. It was far worse than it could have been. I know now how George felt. My other half was gone, the only part I needed was gone in a petrifying instant.
"Thanks for being there. I really needed you. I don't think anyone could have took your place out there…"
"Harry, I needed you there with me. I couldn't have survived everything without you. I know that we are supposed to be together."
"About that, I have to do something, and I don't want to be responsible for...it."
"It?"
"Your death. We'll see what happens after the war."
I had punched the wall enough times to put a hole in it, forcing me to move onto beheading my stuffed bears. After I finished with all of them, I replaced their heads and did it again. I found all of the glass objects in my room and smashed them against the wall. Feeling my anger be released, grief washed over me in a tsunami-proportioned wave, and I slumped to the floor, tears flooding out faster than I could control them. Waving my wand while crying into my knees, I repaired the objects and my room to their original state. But one object remained broken.
"This vase is for us. I magicked it so that it wouldn't break unless we did. It won't be repaired if we do split up. That's the way you will know if we are separated by heart."
"Hopefully it won't for a long time. It's so beautiful. Just like our love."
"Just like you."
I picked up the cleanly halved pieces, and the pieces faded into dust. It knew it would never go back to the way it was, the way it was a week ago when everything was perfect and holding fresh white roses. The child in my stomach was now the only thing I was able to keep that wouldn't get broken.
The spell was cast, impacting one of them and backfiring on the other. As the body stiffened and the spirit left his body, I screamed. Hermione held me back with more than physical strength. When the passage cleared, Hermione finally let me clutch his body. I gave him a farewell kiss with trembling lips and stayed there until I couldn't.
The funeral had too many people that barely knew him. I couldn't say anything. Ron and Hermione sat between me to help steady me throughout the ceremony and the burial. It was then the anger invaded me as I saw Cornelius Fudge paying his respects.
The child was born. "It's a girl." Lily Luna Potter. I could see Harry's eyes in his girl, and fresh tears came to my eyes.
"No," I said. "It's a miracle life."