"Lily? Listen to me." I tell her, calmly, tears streaming down her face.
"James?" she whispers looking up at me.
"I'm here Lil, I'm here." I tell her, stroking her hair.
"Oh James it was awful, I dreamt that he got them."
I let out a shuttering sigh, taking her face in my hands. "Lily, he did get them, Voldemort killed your parents." I tell her softly.
She lets out a sound, a cross between and whimper and a sob, and buries her head in my neck. "It can't be true."
I pull her into my lap, and wrap my arms around her waist, letting her cry. I wanted to comfort her, but I could do nothing but watch as sobs wracked her body.
"It- it just can't be true." she says again, softly between bouts of crying.
"But it is my love, he killed them himself." I push her hair, damp with tears away from her face.
"Its all my fault" She says miserably, her hands slipping inside the sleeves of the oversized sweatshirt she had stolen from me weeks ago. She looked like a lost puppy, its feet too big, out in a storm. I wanted to kiss her, to make it better, but I didn't, I just held her, and rocked her, until her sobs ebbed away into choked breaths as she fell asleep. I too, fall into what must be an uneasy stupor, my arms wrapped around her tightly, because, in the morning we wake up on that couch. Her eyes are still red and puffy, her hair in tangled knots, and tears staining her cheeks, but she smiles up at me, a brief fluttering smiles much like a butterfly, and in that fleeting moment I knew, whatever happens, we could get through it. Together.
