The silence was eerie but the look of shock on his face was more interesting than anything at the moment. I stood there, unfazed as I looked him deep in his eyes. None of us blinked for like a whole minute. The fact that my eyes were itching, drying didn't bother me either. I wanted to listen him talk. I wanted to talk to me about the truths.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"If you are trying to make this more complicated then I guess I will have no other choice but to simply walk out of that door and go to a hospital and get myself checked," I said. "Not to mention get killed by that maniac who's been terrorizing this world at the moment. That way both the threats will be gone."

"Who told you about that?" he asked slowly.

"It doesn't matter who told me," I said. "What matters is why was I not told about this sooner! That I had to find it out the way I did and it pains me so much just as it shocked me when I found out about this."

"How did you find out?" he asked again.

"It doesn't matter," I said slowly, trying to copy his seriousness. I didn't know if it worked on him or not but I didn't care. I was tired.

He looked past me at the door, put his right hand on my shoulder and shoved me aside. I wasn't expecting this as I nearly fell from his sudden movement. As I tried to not fall he had, by then, opened the door and walked out of the room. Not a minute later I heard him shouting at everyone else. Then I heard a plate shatter. That wasn't my mess, I told myself. I was living a pretty normal life until these people dragged me into their lives. I don't want to sound biased as I had seen my memories but keeping things like THIS was something I had net expected them to do. Having an almost fatal piece of soul inside me was one thing. The fact that I had a child and having no idea what happened to him…if he's even alive anymore or not is a totally different thing.

I heard furniture moved. Amongst the loud quarrel I could make out the voices of Neville, George and Harry. I didn't hear Luna or Draco. I wondered why. It all quieted down about twenty minutes later. I decided then to head back to my room. I saw Harry on my way out. He ignored me as if I didn't even exist as he entered his room, closing the door as hard as he could. I'd heard him panting when he walked past me. he definitely knew how to get angry. I wouldn't blame him considering what I saw about him in my memories.

The next week passed by rather normally. Harry wasn't home most of the time. No one knew where he went. No one talked to me about him either. I tried apologizing to George whenever we two were alone but he simply shoved it away saying it wasn't my fault. Eventually I gave up trying.

No particular news about Delphi or her works were a piece of news this past week. Everything seemed to have taken a quiet time. Things weren't that quiet in the house though. It wasn't that everyone was quarreling. It was just so surprising for me to see how much they all depended on Harry. I get that he was an important member of this group but to depend this much on him was really surprising. I didn't ask anyone about it though. I made guesses based on the memories I'd watched.

It was a Tuesday morning. it was pouring heavily outside and the rumbling of the clouds hadn't stopped since last night. The weather had made everyone drowsy. Add to that staying inside a cold, dark and old house didn't add anything to make us cheerful or normally happy, not that anyone was asking for it. When the door opened we all looked at it. Harry entered, his coat drenched and wetting the floor as he stood there removing his hat and coat. He placed the umbrella in the stand, hung his coat and hat on the hanger and tried dusting off any water that had dampened his shirt and jeans. He then walked towards his room, stopped, turned to look at us, his gaze stopping at me the longest before he entered the room, the door clicking shut behind him. It was a clear indication that he didn't want to be disturbed. A locked door meant the person inside didn't want to be disturbed. That was one rule that everyone followed here.

We all went back to our works which was basically nothing. I wondered why we weren't doing anything. We were wasting days like this ever since I'd arrived here. Every few hours I would go to the training room on my own and practice some spells. I was getting better with my casting and using my core with time.

When evening came the rain stopped. It seemed that it would rain the whole night again but the slight pause in the downpour was welcomed as we got out into the backyard where George had lit a small fire around the rock benches. We enjoyed the warmth from it and talked on random topics. Nothing serious was discussed. I looked at the house. The window to Harry's room was closed. Even the lights weren't on. I wondered what he had been doing there all day.

When the night hit we came back inside. We saw Harry in the corridor. He was just standing there, waiting for us. He stood straight when we entered through the door and looked straight at me. "Can we talk?" he asked softly. I looked at him and didn't say anything for a while but then nodded slowly.

He went inside his room and I followed him close. The door closed behind me and was magically locked. He then went on to cast some mild privacy charms around the space before asking me to sit. There was a small fire crackling in the fireplace with its light illuminating the room. He hadn't turned on the light and to be honest I liked this ambience myself.

I sat in the empty couch watching him sit in the one in front of me as he took out a small book from his pocket and enlarged it placing on the table. It was a photo album when I noticed it. He turned it so that I was looking at it straight. I looked at him. He indicated me to open the album. I didn't say anything. I flipped the cover and looked at the first picture that was in front of me.

Those white sheets of the hospital bed along with the tired face of mine were easily ignored as my eyes went straight for the small form in the crib beside the bed. It was a moving picture just like any other normal magical one and the tiny limbs that moved slowly inside that crib were being carefully touched by a teary Harry. There were other people as well as I could see their bottom halves in the picture.

I looked up at Harry. He pressed his lips but didn't say anything. I looked down again, flipping the page. There I was standing in the beautiful garden of Potter Manor with Harry and him wrapped in a fluffy towel cuddled in my arms. Behind us was the magnificent manor that looked way beautiful than any building I had ever seen.

I looked at the next picture and he looked a bit grown in this one. We were having lunch or breakfast was it? The three of us. The dining room looked to be more muggle than magical. The next pictures were probably from the same place. It was definitely a muggle house. There he was in his school uniform looking so handsome as he smiled at the camera equally shy from it. His messy hair was a resemblance of his father.

I flipped the pages one after another. There were many, many pictures of us three together, with friends, with family. I didn't stop until I had seen it all. I then looked up and saw Harry also looking at the now closed album book. There was a very faint glint of mile on his lips that I managed to notice before it vanished again.

"He was only three," he said, breaking the eerie silence inside the room. I looked at him, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "You didn't seem tired at all and didn't leave him for even a minute the moment you gained consciousness." There was that smile again. For some reason it warmed my heart a little bit. "I was having an experience of my own when I first saw him in that crib after entering the room. I couldn't believe it had happened…that I was a father. I had never thought I would ever be one but there I was looking at his tiny arms and wrinkly face as he slept without a worry about anything. How could he worry about anything? He was just minutes old into this world.

"It terrified me when I looked at him and then at you. When you made me promise you that you wouldn't have him magically but the muggle way I wasn't ready for that. You looked so much in peace laying there with him beside you in the crib – my whole world. Never could I even imagine I would be lucky enough to have a family of my own…that I could call my own. I had never felt that weak yet strong in my entire life…when I saw the two of you. I promised myself that I would never let any harm come to either of you."

He stood up, the glass of whiskey in his hand trembling. He was shaking. I noticed the wetness in his eyes. It sparkled in the presence of the light fire inside the room. I was struggling on my own. I didn't know what to say to him…what to say or think myself.

"He was three," he said after a moment of silence. I could detect the slight slur in his voice. He was slightly drunk. "We weren't ready for such a loss. As I lay there looking at him covered in dirt on the ground with his head bashed on the stone on the side my mind had stopped working. I didn't know what to tell you…how to tell you. Everything around me…it felt as if I was in a place with no sound, no movement, no nothing. There was just me and James…dead.

"I didn't return home for a whole week," he said turning to look at me. He took a sip, letting the alcohol burn his throat before continuing again. "While I was away I barely and cowardly tried to come up with something so that I wouldn't have to face you with the truth…at least not myself. I asked Ron to wipe your memories of ever having a son."

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