Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all credits goes to the author J K Rowling. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this.

AN: Once again my apologize for spelling errors or improper grammar... I hope that does not stop you from reading this fic!

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Henry turned away from his brother's gravestone. Not truly believing that the name Harry James Potter was on it. Sirius and Remus who stood nearby looked at him in concern.

"Henry are you alright?" Sirius asked as he held onto Henry's shoulder to prevent him from leaving.

He turned around to look at them, "I need a moment to think... Somewhere else."

Brushing off Sirius hand from his shoulder, Henry walked on; not turning back and leaving his older brother's gravestone.

"Wait Henry!"

Lily turned away from their eldest son's gravestone and also looked at Henry in concern. She looked between Henry and her husband who stood the closest to Harry's gravestone. James who didn't seem to notice Henry's actions made Lily worried. Leaving James's side she took several steps, attempting to catch up with the fleeting form of Henry when she felt a hand reach out and grab her left arm.

Remus noticed Lily's concern looks towards the two Potters prior stopped her, "Don't worry Lily, Sirius and I will catch up to him. We'll take him back to your house; no doubt he needs space to think."

Lily was conflicted, "But Remus-"

"No Lily. Henry needs some time to think-" Remus then gesturing to James who stood further back out of earshot and herself said softly "and so do the both of you as well."

Lily's first reaction was to deny it but before even saying another word, Remus turned around to follow Henry, Sirius having attempted to catch up with her younger son minutes ago when Remus was talking to her.

She continued to look on as she saw the figures of the two Maurdaurs running after her son who was walking at a slow pace further ahead, nearly exiting the cemetery. Fortunately, Sirius was able reach Henry, Remus running a little faster to reach the two. After what seemed like less than a minute of conversing, Henry then slowly nodded and accepted Sirius's offered arm for the two to apperate. Remus before apperating as well turned around to face them and nodded sadly in goodbye, then turning around on the spot with a wave of his wand he disappeared from the spot, a loud crack could be heard echoing across the cemetery, before silence finally returned.

Sighing sadly Lily walked slowly back towards her husband and shaking his shoulder slightly to get his attention, "James! Henry, Sirius and Remus left already, did you even notice it?"

James didn't look at her but continued to look ahead, "Remus was right, I do need time to think."

When Lily heard him speak for after what seemed like hours she followed her husband's gaze as she corrected him, "We both need time to think."

They remained in the same spot, in front of the gravestone. Lily couldn't stop the silent tears following down her face as she remembered her final moments with her son. Ever so slowly she looked up at her husband.

James was busy, deep in thought as he remembered the past...


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Flashback

It was a meadow near a muggle suburb, the grass there was nearly the shade of golden brown the day being as warm as it could possibly be in the summer. James, adjusting his glasses looked at his eight year old eldest son.

Harry Potter had his head stuck in one of his books that he borrowed from Sirius silently scowling. Said boy was also fidgeting constantly, not use to wearing muggle clothes, as James remembered him previously complaining about the jeans being too tight. Of course it was understandable though, even he wasn't use to these muggle clothing, 'How could muggles walk properly if their clothes were always this tight? It was a wonder how even Lily can walk straight while wearing a pair of muggle skinny jeans.

Shaking his head at the strange clothes muggles wear he decided to focus on the main issue, "You alright Harry?"

His son looked up from his book emerald eyes the same as Lily's pierced him with a stare."

"No."

Harry didn't bother to elaborate further and looked back down at his book. Sighing at his son's antics he pressed on, "Well, care to explain why?... Is it the Dursleys maybe?"

Upon saying the family Harry looked up and snapped his book shut, he groened loudly, "Was it necessary for us to be here in the first place?"

"Well there's nothing wrong with visiting family and-"

Harry scoffed, "Family that calls us freaks and wants nothing to do with us."

James sighed, deep down Harry was right the Dursleys wanted nothing to do with them, Vernon even going as far as to call them all freaks in front of Harry and Henry. That was when he had had enough and heald the man in wand point. While he promised Lily he wouldn't harm the man for his wife's sake that didn't mean he couldn't threaten him at least. He would have ignored it if the man called him a freak, having already being called that by Petunia, but no one calls his sons and Lily that. Sometimes, James often wondered why Lily still remained in contact with her sister. Currently, the two siblings relationship had been nothing but civil and often tense.

"Dad?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Why do we do this? Why visit them, why still be nice to them after the way they've treated us?"

"Because they're family and I still care for my sister," a voice said quietly.

Both of them turned around, and Lily wiping away a dry tear walked towards them, Henry in her arms already asleep long since forgotten the ordeal.

Lily slowly knealt down on the grass between the two of them, she gestured the both of them to speak quietly since she didn't want to wake Henry up, the five year old clearly needing rest.

Sniffling Lily looked at Harry sadly, "Promise me something Harry. Don't make the same mistake I did with my sister, don't abandon your brother, be there for him and show him how much you care for him."

Harry looked confused at seeing his mother crying. This was the first time he'd ever seen his mom looking so… week and helpless. Harry was confused but nodded slowly as he digested the meaning between her words. Perhaps when he was older he'd understand, for now he stood up slowly and hugged his mom and in some way hugging his younger brother as Henry was still in his arms. His mother nodded thankfully, appreciating the hug. James watched the scene with a sad smile; it was in times like this when he realized how tight knight a family they were. Following Harry's example he decided to join in the hug as well, laughing silently as Henry who continued to sleep soundly, not realizing he was in the centre of a family group hug. 'If only I had a camera to take a picture of this moment,' James thought.

Flashback Ended


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James, being released from the hospital a few hours ago insisting that he would not miss Harry's funeral stood in front of their son's gravestone seeming lifeless. He was still weak and needed rest Lily would have therefore liked to delay the funeral for her husband. Unfortunately, that seemed nearly impossible if they wanted to keep Harry's funeral a quiet affair.

With the news thanks to the Daily Prophet and dozens of witnesses that the one to vanquish You Know Who was the older brother to the Boy Who Lived, Kingsley Shackbolt the now Acting Minister for Magic had confided to the Potters that it was best to do the funeral as soon as possible. Since, many witches and wizards who wished to attend the funeral to thank their savior, magicals who didn't even know Harry and much less the Potters. There was also no doubt that the Press would also want to be there as well to announce to the world of Harry Potter's funeral making it a big spectacle, something that they had clearly not wanted to happen. Therefore, to prevent such an event to occur they decided to do the funeral as soon as possible and only inviting those they considered friends and family, including close friends of Harry from school; the Weasley twins and their family, Lee Jordan and several others.

Deep in thought, James looked up when Lily gently nudged his arm to get his attention, "Do you think we could of done things differently?"

"What do you mean?" He noticed Lily was now silently crying. Reaching out he held her in her arms, giving her a shoulder to cry on.

"James, you and I both saw Harry was hiding something during the war. He would always leave the house and lie to us on where he truly was going. If only we confronted him sooner, maybe things would have gone differently."

He gave a soft sigh, "To answer your question Lily, there were many things we could have done differently. What I could have done differently, if I wasn't so reckless during the final battle I would have faced him instead of Harry."

Lily looked up at him in the back of her mind she was still imagining her baby boy with her eyes and James messy locks. Harry; that same boy who'd pout when disappointed or upset, who had a temper that rivaled even hers and having James mischief and recklessness.

Wiping away her tears she said, "Oh James what are we doing? What does Harry think of us if we keep acting like this, what will Henry think?"

A fond but sad smile appeared on his face, "Probably tell us to move on and it's not our fault."

Hearing James reply, Lily couldn't help but agree.

Lily then asked, "And Henry?"


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AN: (So next chapter we'll see what happened to our youngest Potter; Henry. In the beginning he needed time to think so Sirius and Remus decided to take him back to the cottage.)

Will the Potters ever move on from the loss of their firstborn?

What is Henry thinking right now?

Who was the mysterious woman from the previous chapters? Will we see her again?

What was Harry hiding from his family? What was his 'plan'?

What was Harry's life like?

Where is Dumbledore? What happened to the headmaster?

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Will Henry discover the price of love Harry took to save his family?

Who knows? Thanks for reading this story everyone!

Sincerley,

Elina Peverall;)