DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. Harry Potter and its charaters belong to J.K. and the quotes in the summary belong to David Harkins.
A/N: This is my very first fanfiction. Please be kind!
Erina Potter
"Erina, you are suffering from leukaemia, T-cell prolymphocytic leukaemia specifically. Its very rare in women and its incurable in our world as well as in muggle world. I feel so sorry to inform you that you have got only two weeks to live."
I don't know what the healer said after that. My mind was trying to process only one line "You have got only two weeks to live."
I just stood up. The healer called after me but I wasn't in the condition to listen to anything further.
I apparated home and a feeling of warmth rushed over me. I looked around the room and saw the reason for that feeling. There, he was lying on the sofa nodding off. I reached there and sat down near his legs. He opened his eyes and graced me with his heart warming smile. He pulled me so I was lying on top of him and kissed me lightly. "How was your day at the office? You look tired." He asked while stroking my hair.
"You came earlier, today?", I asked him instead of answering him. He hummed. "The practice ended earlier and I came as fast as I could to see my beautiful wife." My heart was aching. How am I going to tell James, my best friend, my husband that I am dying? Only four weeks ago we came to know that I was pregnant with our very first child. That day he told me, for the second time, that he's the luckiest bloke in the world, the other time being when he proposed me and I had agreed.
Today was supposed to be a regular checkup day.
At this thought I couldn't stop myself and a sob came out. James instantly sat up and pulled me along with him and held me tight. "What? What's wrong, Eri?", he asked and I just sobbed harder. He then picked me up and entered our bedroom. He helped me change my clothes and then slipped into his own pajamas. He slid into the bed along with me and pulled me really close to him. I was still sobbing. He kissed my hair repeatedly murmuring sweet words. After a few minutes, I felt my eyes closing.
James Potter
Long after her breathing slowed down, I slid out of bed. I don't know what happened to her. I came back into our living room and sat down on the sofa.
She never cries like this. She is the strongest person I know. That's one of the things I love about her. I still remember the day she turned from being just a girl in my class to my friend.
It was my fourth year at Hogwarts. Binns (yes, he's still teaching History of Magic) was boring us with the Goblin War. I was sitting besides Eri that day considering I was late and there was no other seat. She was drawing something on her parchment. I peeked into it and saw a funny cartoon of Binns. A grin fluttered across my face. She saw me grinning and gave me a weak smile.
From that day onwards I reached late daily so that I could sit with her in every lesson. She used to make every professor's cartoon and I started writing comments for each of them besides her cartoon. In no time we were inseparable.
In our seventh year, we started going out. Three years out of hogwarts, after both of us were settled in our jobs, I proposed her and she agreed. Now we were (happily) married for nearly six months.
And I am going to be a DAD and a cool one at that.
At that I remembered she was supposed to meet the healer today for her regular checkup. I stood up and looked out for her medical reports. I found them lying on the floor near the sofa. I picked up the file and opened it. There it was, the reason for her crying, written on her today's report.
She is dying. My Eri is dying. I immediately flooed the healer in her office and she told me that they can do nothing about it. They can't save my wife, my best friend...
A/N: Please read and review! Constructive criticism will be appreciated...
