Denial
The Boy Who Lived is Dead
Harry Potter, most recently notable for his contributions as an Auror for the Ministry of Magic, passed away suddenly on Thursday August 22, 2019.
Potter, 39, was reportedly working a case when an accident occurred, causing the death of Potter and injuring several other Aurors on the job. Officials haven't released any specific information to the public.
The loss of Harry Potter is a tragedy that has shaken the entire Wizarding World. The Potter family has asked for privacy during this difficult time.
When Ginny broke the news to her oldest son, it broke her heart. James Sirius Potter stared at his mother blankly, as if he couldn't comprehend what she was telling him.
"No," James said after a moment of silence. "No, that's not true…I…I just saw him this morning."
"James, sweetie…" Ginny's words caught in her throat. She held back a sob, determined to stay strong in front of her children.
"He was here this morning," James repeated. "He can't just be gone. No, Dad always comes home. He can't be-. He has to come home!"
How do you explain to your child that his father isn't coming home? Ginny was at a loss for words. She'd told Lily and Albus together, deciding to tell James last and alone. She knew it would be even harder on him.
The Night Before
"You're being unfair!" James yelled, storming out of the living room and towards his bedroom.
"James," Harry sighed, following his son through the house. "Sometimes we don't always get what we want. I'm sorry, but my answer is no."
Instead of a response, Harry received a slammed door. He shook his head and returned to the living room, knowing that James would cool down before too long. Ginny walked over to him, smiling slightly.
"Don't worry, he'll be okay," she said, sitting on the couch next to her husband.
"I know," Harry said, "I hate arguing with him…"
"He's a 15 year old boy," Ginny replied, "Arguments are unavoidable sometimes."
"True," Harry sighed, looking towards his son's bedroom door.
The next morning, Harry peeked into James's bedroom and saw the boy laying on his bed, facing away from the door.
"James," Harry said quietly, "Are you awake?"
James made a noise of affirmation but didn't turn towards his father.
"I'm sorry, James." Harry continued, "You just don't need a new broom right now. Maybe for Christmas, yeah?" James didn't respond. "I have to get going, okay? I love you, James."
Harry waited for a reply. When he didn't get one he said "I love you" to James one last time and gently shut the door.
"Your father loved you very much, James," Ginny said, sitting down on James's bed and wrapping her arms around him. He pushed her away and flung himself down onto the bed, refusing to meet her eyes. Ginny stared at her son sadly. She sat on his bed patiently, waiting for James to be ready to talk. After almost ten minutes of silence, Ginny stood up.
"I'm going to go make some dinner, okay? I'll bring you something if you're not feeling up to joining us."
James continued to lay in silence as his mother bent down and kissed him on the cheek. Ginny left the room quietly, leaving the door open as she went.