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"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."
I stare at Dumbledore in shock and he just looks gravely back. I look dawn at the baby, my baby, asleep in my arms. His tiny hand clutching at my finger.
Why? Why Harry? Why can't it be someone else, anyone else? Just not my baby.
Harry, sweet innocent Harry. Small enough to life with one hand. My poor baby. Destined for things far greater than he. Destined to die, or to kill. I don't want that for my baby.
But what if it's my fault? What if it's my fault that my baby has no choice about what to do with his life, that it will always be full of darkness, darkness and Voldemort. What child deserves to grow up with that?
But what if it is my fault? born to those who have thrice defied him, the words echo in my mind, repeating themselves, twisting horribly. What if, because of my choices Harry will be forced to have this life?
I feel like I've been running and finally the path has stopped, but I've just kept going, over a cliff, and now I'm falling, falling, whole my heart bursts open for my little baby.
I can't think, can't breath, my breath hurts from pointlessly repressing sobs. I can't stand it, I just can't stand it.
I want to hold him in my arms, to never let go, to protect him forever, and there is something incredibly sad about knowing that I can't, that I never will be able to, that he will always be in danger and I won't be able to stop it.
My little Harry is destined to be the saviour for the wizarding world, but now, now while I still can, I will hold him close, for as long as possible and do everything I can to stop him being harmed. I will protect him, be his saviour. I will make sure my little baby's okay and gets out of this alive. Even if I have to die doing it. I'm sure of that.
