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Harry sat on the bed in the middle of his Godfather's old room, an old and worn photo album that he had found amongst the dust bunnies and old socks sitting unopened in his lap. He had been sitting for over an hour, just staring at the front and wondering whether he had the strength to look inside. He had defeated the Dark Lord, certainly he could do this.
A shaky left hand reached out and flipped the cover open. There he saw a picture of the Marauders, goofing off on Platform 9 and ¾. He flipped through the various pictures, all of the Marauders playing prank after prank. He came across a few of his father, talking to a fuming young Lily. Eventually, as the photos progressed, he saw nothing but love on the girl's face as her boyfriend held her in his arms.
He flipped the page again to see a miniature James proposing to a crying Lily. The next showed the engaged couple, hugging and getting slaps on the back by their fellow Marauders. Then of course, a double of the wedding photo in his album from Hagrid.
A few pages later, his mother sitting in a hospital bed, looking more beautiful than he could ever remember seeing her, with her eyes alight and a newborn baby in her arms. He flipped the page again to see Sirius jumping up and down in a St. Mungo's waiting room, hugging Remus for all he was worth.
The last picture in the album was of Harry's first Halloween. He saw himself as a baby, dressed as a mini pirate, attacking his father with the little plastic sword while his mother laughed in the background.
Harry's face was shining with tears as he lay back against the pillows, turning on his side facing the door. Shutting his eyes tightly, he cried himself to sleep thinking of the happy faces that he would never see again.
A/N: Short. Sad. Sweet. Just what I like in a one shot, and you? Tell me! Clicky the little button, cuz you lovers me:3