AN: I know the whole "writer's block" thing is getting old so I'll just be completely honest with you. I'm having a hard time getting into this story. I honestly love it but sometimes it's just hard for me to get motivated to update it. I've also been thinking about writing some different Fanfic from other series so there's also that. I won't tell you what it is until I have it cemented a little better. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Harry's eyes bugged and he slowly slumped to the floor. I had no idea what to do. How did you comfort someone in this situation?

I slid over to his side and tentatively reached out for his hand. He gripped my hand in his as he stared blankly at the white tiled floor.

"She was pregnant." Harry whispered in a hushed voice. "Mum was pregnant and she still sacrificed herself for me."

I wrapped my arm around his waist and he lowered his head to my shoulder. One minute he and I were sitting quietly together and the next I felt a tear drip against my shoulder. Then another. I sat silently as Harry broke down against my side.

"I... don't... understand..." Harry gasped out as I rubbed his arm. "How... could she... sacrifice... herself... knowing she was... pregnant?"

"I don't know, Harry, I really don't know." I said as he clung to my side sobbing. Harry and I stayed like that for a long time huddled against each other. After awhile Harry seemed to get control of himself.

"Do you want to go back out there and keep looking around or do you want to leave?" I asked pressing a small kiss against his temple.

"I want to keep looking. Maybe there's some explanation or something." He said roughly pushing himself to his feet. I followed a moment later. Harry seemed distracted and dazed as he made his way around the room. I made my way over to the nightstand closest to me. The drawer stuck a little as I opened it. There were a handful of potion bottles and a small leather bound book.

I pulled out the little book and started flipping through it. There was the same scrawling handwriting that had been on the cookie recipe in the kitchen. Lily Potter had kept a journal? I quickly looked through the journal looking for the last entry. Oh Godric...

"Harry?" My voice shook and I felt like I had swallowed an ice cube.

"What? What did you find?" He asked darting over to my side.

"A journal. The last journal entry is from October thirtieth." I whispered shakily passing the little book over to him.

Harry's face paled as he looked down at the journal. His eyes flicked back and forth across the page rapidly. He made a face a couple of times but continued to the end. "Okay, next time we find a journal of my mother's you get to read it."

"Why?" I asked slowly.

"Because my parents shagged like rabbits." I gagged and stuck my tongue out. Harry shook his head and tossed the journal on the bed.

"Does it say anything else?" I asked. Harry rubbed his neck and sighed loudly.

"She didn't know she was pregnant." I blinked in confusion.

"But the test —?" I asked perplexed.

"The test was inconclusive when she took it. She said that she asked Pettigrew to get her another test so she could try it again. There was only one test in the garbage which means mum never knew she was pregnant. It must have had a delayed response or something. I don't know Muggle technology confuses me." Harry said shaking his head. Good Godric, what a mess.

"So your mum was pregnant but didn't know it." I whispered. "But she still sacrificed herself for you. Lily was truly an amazing person, Harry, you should be proud."

"I am." He muttered shakily. "but that doesn't change anything. I still miss them. You know I don't even remember them. The only thing I ever saw were Snape's memories and that was not a pleasant experience."

"There could still be some memories around here, you never know." I said not feeling particularly hopeful.

"Maybe." Harry said sitting on the bed. "But either way I love them and I always will. I just wish there wasn't this emptiness inside of me when I think of them."

"What do you mean?" I asked sitting down next to him, entwining our hands.

"I have been mourning them for as long as I knew about Voldemort and I don't think that will ever change. I've just come to accept it." Harry roughly cleared his throat and pushed himself up off the bed breaking our contact. "Come on, lets go see the nursery and then get out of here. It feels like we're disturbing their grave."

And then he walked out of the room before I could stop him.

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