Part 4 –James

I've gotten a lot worse since September. My skin was extremely pale and sunken in. I cough often and have short breath. My dad was picking me up at Hogwarts instead of having me take the Hogwarts Express home. He wanted to let Professor McGonagall know that I might not return to school after the holiday.

By the time he was done talking to McGonagall, it was almost one in the afternoon. He borrowed a flying car from work and took me home in it. The drive was long and silent.

We got home and I was real sick. I was coughing up the small treat that my dad gave me in the car.

"GINNY!" he shouted for my mum.

He got on the floor nest to me and tried to lift me up. My mum came and helped him. I started to cough up blood and I was getting dizzy as my dad got me in his arms. I know that I've ruined his clothes.

He carried me to the bathroom so that I could get everything out of my system. It was about twenty minutes until I was finally done. My dad stayed with me, still soaked in my blood.

"Thank you," I whispered as that was all I could manage.

"Don't worry about it," he said to me as he got me to my feet. "Why don't we get you clean, you've got stuff all over you."

I walked out and got clean clothes from my room. I washed my face and chest then went down stairs. My brother and sister were with my mum in the sitting room. My dad came into the room just as I was since he had to clean up as well.

"James, I made you this," my seven-year-old sister said as she handed me a green card with sparkles and a small letter written on it :

James,

I hope you feel better. I love you because you are my brother. Please don't leave us.

Lily

I also saw a picture that Lily drew of our family. My parents were on the far left of the card. Then I saw myself next to my dad and then Albus next to me. Finally I saw Lily on the far right of the card.

"Thank you, Lil," I said as she gave me a huge hug, like she would never let go of me.

"Mum, what are we going to do tomorrow?" Albus asked. I know that he was trying to avoid being alone with me.

He's been avoiding me since August, when my parents found out that I was sick. He's afraid that something will happen if he has a normal conversation with me.

"My brother is coming over with Rose and Hugo," my mum said as she ruffled through my dark hair that I inherited from my father.

We played wizard's chess for a few hours in the sitting room. For the first time, I beat my dad. I got a little sick again and I threw up all over the carpet that I knew my mum spent time to clean for me to come home to. My dad rushed me to the bathroom once again. This time he turned the shower on and forced me in. My skin was burning and my face was bright red. It was over in fifteen minutes. My father helped to dry me off. I hugged him tight as if it was my last chance to show him how much I appreciated him.

"It's okay," he said to me. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise."

My dad told me to go to bed and get some rest. I obeyed him, of course. I missed my room, the bed was still made, just as I left it. My room was painted crimson red and I had some old toyes in the corner of the room. I keep wondering what my parents would do with my room once I die. I wonder if they would have another child and give it my room or if they would leave it just as I leave it. Maybe they might clean it out and act as if I was never there or that I never exsisted.

These thoughts flowed through my mind as a I drifted into a pleasant sleep.

*End of Part 4*