"Mommy, why does Rose have more grandmas and grandpas than me?"

James Sirius Potter was a very curious child. He often liked to ask questions just as his covers were being pulled up to his chin, and they were usually the kind of deep question that only a child can ask.

Ginny Potter tried as best she could to answer these questions, but when James asked her particularly challenging questions, she was stumped. Harry was much better at the bedtime inquiries.

So when little James asked his mother this question, she sat carefully on the edge of the bed and attempted to organize her jumbled thoughts into a way that a four-year-old could understand.

"Well...most people have two grandmas and two grandpas, like Rosie," Ginny started.

"Yeah, I only have Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur! Rosie has two more grandparents. It's not fair!"
Ginny smiled at her son's angst. Oh, my little one, life isn't fair...if only I could explain to you how people are so unjustly taken from us...

"Why don't I have two more grandparents?"

"You know how Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur are my mommy and daddy?"

"Yeah," James said.

"Well, Rosie's other grandparents are Aunt Hermione's mommy and daddy."

James' little forehead creased. "So...where are daddy's mommy and daddy?"

"They're gone," Ginny stated, a lump forming in the back of her throat.

"Gone?" James whispered. "Did they leave? Where did they go?"

Ginny paused. "They went somewhere where no one can get them back."

A determined look settled itself on the small boy's face.

"I'm gonna find 'em. I'm gonna go and get 'em from wherever they are, and bring them back to daddy!"

Blinking back tears furiously, Ginny gently caressed her son's head of Potter hair.

"Oh, Jamie...I wish you could, but they're gone, really gone. No one can bring them back."

"Not even Super Wizards like me?"

A small but sad smile crept onto Ginny's face as she fought back more tears. "No, not even James Sirius Potter, the best Super Wizard out there, can get them back."

"Well...where are they?"

"In here," Ginny said softly, and placed her fingertips on James' small pajama-covered frame, just over his heart. "Now, sweetheart, it's time for bed."

And, with one last gentle kiss to the forehead, Ginny turned out the lights and slowly closed the door to her eldest son's bedroom.

Outside in the darkened hallway, Ginny and Harry embraced, thinking, not of their own losses, but of the losses that their children sustained when James and Lily Potter, grandparents of three extraordinary children, died all those years before.


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