A.N. This is a short, kind of sad one-shot about Harry, James, Lily, and Remus. And partly one other character I invented. Kind of. Sorry if it's depressing, but I just found out that one of my friends is in the hospital.
It was the summer before sixth year for Harry Potter and as glad as he was to see his father's old friend Remus Lupin, he was still mourning over the loss of his godfather, Sirius.
"Harry, we called you down here because we have a guest. Remus is here, and would like to talk to you about something," Mr. Weasley explained.
Harry nodded, his expression remaining stony.
Quietly, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left the living room to give their guests some privacy.
"Harry, I recently looked through Sirius' old things, and found a letter from your mother; it was sent the night they were killed," Remus Lupin began.
Harry felt his hear break further, dreading the news to come. No news was ever good news these days.
"And while I don't mean to upset you anymore, I have something to tell you, or rather show you. It is in this letter," Remus paused. "And though it will be tough for you to read, I think that you can handle it, and will want to read it."
Nodding, Harry reached for the battered parchment. Remus handed it over quickly, giving the teen a sad smile. Harry smoothed the parchment out a bit, to make it easier to read; also prolonging the bad news, then began.
Dearest Sirius!
James and I have wonderful news to tell you, however in retaliation
to not coming by as often as you should, I will wait to tell you. Instead,
I'll tell you about darling Harry. He's now over a year old, as you well know,
and is beginning to talk more and more. Just this last night he asked where his
"Uncle Sirius" was! Harry is no longer a baby, but a toddler,
and it seems like he's growing up so fast! You really must come by
to visit, it's been far too long, and it's making James nervous. I'm sorry
if I'm jumping from subject to subject, but I'm terribly excited, too excited,
and I can't hold this news in any longer! I'm pregnant, again!
This time with a baby girl! We just found out, but we've already decided on
a name; Emma Alice Potter, after James' mother, it just felt like the right
thing to do after naming Harry after my father. We just hope that Voldemort is
killed by the time baby Emma is born; it would certainty make us stop worrying so much!"
Harry stopped reading for his eyes filled with tears.
So he could've had a baby sister. Emma Potter. She would've been just over a year younger than him.
Suddenly, the force of the situation hit him.
Voldemort had not only killed his parents, but his innocent not even born yet, sister.
Harry sunk down to the floor, the letter still clutched tightly in his hands.
Lupin quickly made his way over to Harry, fresh tears stinging his eyes as well.
Each grieved for those they loved, and one they never knew, yet loved anyway. So much was taken from them both, not giving anything in return. Each grieving for those they had lost, not to be seen until they too were gone, ripped apart from those who loved them.