"A name is written on a polished rock, A broken heart that the world forgot." - Concreate Angel, Martina McBride

"You can let go now, Daddy." Harry Potter looked down at his shaken daughter, and shook his head before wrapping his arms even closer around his quivering little one.

"I can't, Lily, you're too afraid."

Lily's brown eyes- exactly like he mothers, Harry's eyes teared up at the thought of his dead wife- turned to look at his own bright green with uncharacteristic strength and disagreement. "No, Daddy- This is James, and Aunt Hermione, and Rose we're talking about. First Aunt Hermione and Rose got into that potions incident and then now James got attacked by rogue Dark Wizards and-"

Harry pressed a light kiss on the crown of her head, before pulling her into a deep hug. "Shush," He soothed. "Everything's going to be alright."

The small redhead shook her head as she buried it into her father's chest. "I hate this," she whispered almost inaudibly. "I hate this."

The hospital room was calm- the nurses and doctors that bustled through were far too few in number, the receptionist would quietly answer calls on the new telephone (2024 brought new, very old Muggle technology into the Wizarding World), and there was only one other person in the waiting room so late at night- an old balding man who was snoring peacefully under his breath.

Lily opened her mouth to answer, eyes glistening- but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the Doctor, who was holding a clipboard and looking at the two with an unreadable expression.

"You can now see them." Came the clipped tone, the Doctor turning on his heel and walking out of the room without giving the two of them time to think or reply.

Harry jumped up- him shifting his position from hugging his daughter to tightly holding her soft hand. He led her after the Doctor and they three of them walked for a few minutes down the straight and undistinguishable hallways of St. Mungos.

"They are in here." The familiar voice said sharply, and Harry pressed his open hand down on the door handle and let the door slid open.

Three familiar bunches of hair poofed from the beds, and Harry couldn't help but give a smile of relief seeing the surprised and happy faces of his son, niece, and best friend. Hermione looked as stunning as ever, holding tightly onto her own daughter's hand from her bed, Rose was smiling at the sight of Lily- the two could have passed for twins if Rose was not older, Harry thought.

And James…

Harry felt his breath catch at the sight of his son.

Everything was going to be alright.

Everything was going to be just fine.

For ze Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Competition by UnicornsAndRainbows20089 for the EXAM (And because I am an overachiever I used each pairing I was told to use, as I tend to get extremely confused):

Genre; Hurt/Comfort

Pairing; HarryJames; HarryLily; HermioneRose (The first or second is fine for James and Lily)

Year; 2024.

Setting; Hospital room

Word; Hate

Song; You Can Let Go by Crystal Shawanda

Lyric: A name is written on a polished rock, A broken heart that the world forgot - Concreate Angel, Martina McBride

Emotion: Calm

Doez zit look like I own 'arry Potter?