Disclaimer: Still not mine, everything you recognise belongs to JKR.
Reunion
Lily had sometimes imagined that her son came back to her alive through some miracle. Mostly she had tried to stop herself, because just hurt too much when she came back to reality and had to face a world where Harry was irrevocably dead and all she had was a little grave, but sometimes she was not strong enough. And now … here it was, her miracle. Her son was here, in the same room with her, alive. Dumbledore himself had verified his identity and she would have bruises all over her arms tomorrow to prove that she was awake and this was no dream. If she wanted to have additional proof, this reunion was nothing like those she had imagined. Harry was no sweet baby with loving eyes and dimples with which he could wrap any woman around his chubby little finger; he was a grown man with eyes which showed that he was all too familiar with loss, suffering and decisions no human being should be forced to make. If this had been her imagination, she might have made him an adult (although she never did before), but she would never have made him suffer in any way.
The reunion was also a lot more awkward than she would have imagined. After acknowledging her and James, Harry seemed at a loss about what to do next. He hesitantly came over but apparently could not bring himself to touch them. Instead, he first turned to the others. She could see that he seemed most comfortable with Hagrid, followed by Remus. Clear-sightedly due to the extreme circumstances, she supposed that they were the people who died most recently in his … universe? Whatever. They were the people he had most recently lost, so he had not completely accepted their deaths, which made it easier to deal with them now. Sirius seemed to be a little harder for him, but he let himself be dragged into a bone-crushing hug from his godfather, who seemed to have lost his quick wit and to act purely on instinct – but that worked fine. At last he was standing in front of them again and this time she did the first step. She opened her arms for him and pulled him to her. He was slightly stiff, but accepted and returned the embrace. Then she felt James' arms around them both and a small shudder seemed to run through the three of them. She did not know where it started or ended, but Harry lost his stiffness, put his arms around her so hard that it hurt and hid his face in her hair.
She did not know how long they stood like this. She did not notice that the others retreated to the kitchen to give the family some privacy. She was totally absorbed in the fact that James and she were actually touching – embracing – their son and that he was alive. So wonderfully alive! James seemed just as content to hold them. Harry was still shaking a little. After what seemed like a long time, he swallowed twice, took a deep breath and raised his head. He looked at her face, into her eyes and trailed a hand along her cheek, so softly she almost did not feel it – but how could she not feel this first caress from her son in 17 years? Then he turned his head to James and just looked. Slowly, he raised his hand from her face and put his arm around his father. They stood in this three-way embrace for some time. Then Harry took another breath. "Mum. Dad." There was neither question nor doubt in his voice now.
AN: I know this is short. I first did not want to write this part at all, but when I started a new chapter it just flew to my mind. As a compensation, the next chapter will go up soon.
I hated to kill Teddy in the last chapter, because I really like him, but I did not want Harry to be weighted down by guilt, he has enough to cope with as it is.
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