James woke up with a start. He hadn't been sleeping, no, he had been stunned. It all came rushing back at once as James stood up. He had awkwardly fallen over the back of the couch in his living room. His head spun as the blood rushed away from his brain.
"Oh my God, Lily," he muttered running up the stairs and reaching his son's bedroom. The wall and ceiling above Harry's crib was blown out. Lily was lying sprawled with rubble strewn across her side. James's face contorted in pain as he fell to his knees beside her and sobbed.
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