The Kids Aren't Alright

So, I don't own Harry Potter...Damn.

Thanks to those who have reviewed and read the story.

Note: There are possible triggering moments.


Previously...

Delphi watched as Albus slept uneasily from his position, hanging from the rafters in the cold room. Though, she wondered if Albus was actually sleeping, and not just unconscious from their little session a few hours ago.

Idly, Delphi twirled Albus' wand between her long fingers. The wood felt nice against her skin, though not balanced correctly. Hopefully, that would change once her father's foolish followers finished with the bloody potion.

Delphi frowned as she examined Albus Potter. He was distant enough from his parents that it would be easy for her to slip into their lives unnoticed, but it would be more trickery with his siblings and the Malfoy boy. They knew him better, and for once, Delphi pitied the boy over that.

She believed that, if her parents were alive, they would have at least known where she currently was, unlike the Potter's who probably hadn't even realized that their second son was with her.

Though had they known, her plan wouldn't be as successful as it is now.


7 August 2023

James wondered if rain was a sign that the world was crying.

As he looked up at the cloudy, miserable sky, he closed his eyes and thought of the stars he couldn't see. They were still out there but hiding. It must have been nice, to hide, but then again the stars he would have seen was long gone. Bright, but dead. A lasting imagine on a world that took it for granted every night, unless interested in looking through a telescope and mapping it out for everyone else to see.

It made James think of that night. The rain had been horrible, and she and her father had found him walking on the very street he was on now.

James watched as a car raced past him, inches away from his path at the side of the street.

"Get in the fucking car, James!" He heard in his head, wincing as he thought of the girl who had said—no, yelled it.

Looking down, he brushed his soaking wet hair off his forehead, wincing as his hand dragged along the cuts on his right temple where he had smashed his Aunt Hermione's window. He looked down at his left hand and saw cuts from the little shards of glass still embedded into his head. He knew he'd have to get them out, but it wasn't on the top of his list.

He could see the lights from London up ahead. James knew that he was close to St Mungo's, and for once, he was tempted to go in. Not to admit himself or anything like that, but to see Lily.

James sighed as he stopped and looked at the street. Another car passed and suddenly he was looking at a car wreck.

It was her father's car, and she was out of the car, covered in her own blood and probably already dead. He could hear himself yelling, her father too.

His heart started to pound in his chest when the girl he lost stood up. Before he could even blink, she was standing in front of him. She looked the same as she had been in Lily's room, only her eyes weren't completely dead-looking and the blood hadn't dried.

Her bloodied hand raised and rested on the right side of his head. He would have winced when she jabbed her thumb into the large cut on his temple, but it didn't hurt.

"I hope you die too," She hissed as her hand fell to her side. James froze when he heard this.

"That's what I was going to say." She turned her body around, as though she was about to walk away but didn't. "I hope you die too, Jimmy. At least you won't be alone then."

"Hope," James choked out. He reached for her, placing his hand on the shoulder that wasn't supporting her head only for his hand to go through her as though she weren't there.

She didn't say anything as she looked back at James. Her lips trembled, but she didn't smile or frown. She just looked at him until he looked away with tears in his eyes.

He wanted to say a lot of things, but he didn't know what to say. Was she real or all in his head? James didn't know, and suddenly it scared him.

He bit his lip and looked up.

James was in the middle of the street, right around where she had died, if not the exact spot.

He could hear things, but none of it made any sense to him. The ground was moving, rumbling, and he didn't care.

Hope was gone, in more ways than James could ever explain.


The sun hadn't come out yet, not that Rose expected it to, considering it had rained last night. It had been murky when she and her father left for St Mungos earlier that morning.

To Rose's irritation, Padma was next to her father talking to him about her sister and brother-in-law's upcoming anniversary, and her mother was on the other side of the room talking to someone on her muggle phone. She saw Hugo sitting next to their mother, staring at the door as though he was expecting someone to come. Maybe he was, but Rose wasn't going to ask.

"—So you haven't seen or heard from him then?" Rose heard her mother say to whoever she was talking to.

Rose watched as her mother's face changed from her impartial but expressionless and authoritative look to the one she gets when something bad has happened to her children.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean you haven't seen him in a week?" Rose's mother questioned. "Teddy—your cousin, Nymphadora's son—saw him with James a few days ago. I don't know, the day after Lily ended up in St Mungo's. Scorpius hasn't seen him either? How long do they...Really? Merlin, I don't know. Harry and Ginny haven't...Wait, you've seen Harry?" A beeping sound came from her mother's phone. "Sorry, I've got to go. I have another call, it could be...Brilliant, thank you." Rose's mother momentarily took the phone away from her ear, pressed a button and placed the phone back by her ear. "Hello? Teddy, where...I'm sorry, what?"

Rose watched as her mother got up from her seat, lines appearing around her forehead. The sudden movement had also alerted the attention of Rose's father, Padma, and Gran and Grandpa Weasley. They, after all, were the only ones there at that moment.

"—Yes, yes, thank you for telling me this," Hermione said in a more rapid tone. "I'm on my way now." She pocketed her phone and looked at Hugo, who was looking up at her. "Let's go, James' was found."

"When, where?" Hugo asked as he stood up.

"What? What do you mean he was found?" Gran asked, looking at Rose's mother, who scowled as she grabbed her handbag.

"Last night in the middle of a street nearby," Rose's mother said to Hugo. "Come on, we have to get Harry or Ginny."

"Why's he going with you?" Ron demanded.

"Where are you going?" Grandpa Weasley asked, looking worried. "Is something wrong with James?"

"What happened, Hermione?" Gran asked, looking less patient than before.

"Mum," Rose said. She got up from her seat and suddenly noticed that her mother looked upset.

Rose was annoyed when her mother ignored everyone and started to leave.

"Mum!"

To Rose's surprise, her mother actually stopped and looked at her.

"What happened?"

Rose's mother took a deep breath, though she looked like she was about to panic over something important.

"Your cousin was taken to a nearby hospital a couple of hours ago," Her mother said in a surprisingly calm voice. "He got hit by a car and is currently in surgery. And no, he's not going to be taken to St Mungo's because imagine the fucking field day The Daily Prophet will have if they see James."

The atmosphere seemed to drop in the room. Rose looked around and saw that everyone had some sort of shock on their faces or looked as though they were about to faint.

Rose's mother looked at everyone in the room and frowned. "Now, if I'm not going to be badgered with any more questions, I'm going to get Harry or Ginny and take them to the hospital, hoping that their eldest son will still be alive when we arrive. Please, someone let George know, he seems to be the only Weasley who hasn't got their wand shoved up their arse."

Rose watched as her mother glared at her father and grandmother before leaving the room. Hugo glanced at everyone, his eye planted on Rose the longest before he followed his mother out of the room.


Harry thought that the waiting room at St Mungo's was suffocating, the one at the muggle hospital was much worse.

The lights were bright, and the color scheme of the waiting room was daunting at best with its pale blue walls and green chairs.

"How long has he been here?" Harry heard Hermione ask Teddy, who was sporting a dark brown hair color and green eyes. If Harry had been a bit farther away, he would have thought at first glance that he was looking at either James or Albus. Of course, Harry knew that Teddy only had this appearance so he could get information out of the doctors. Only family's allowed to know information about a patient, even if they're at death's door.

Harry shook his head, disturbed that he even thought of that. His son would be alright, he had to be.

"He was brought in a little after midnight," Teddy told Hermione, neither bothering to look at Harry despite him being James' father. "It was raining out last night, the driver didn't see James until it was too late. He didn't try to move out of the way, do you think..."

Harry wanted to bury his hands in his face, but he didn't. He looked over at Hugo, who didn't appear to be listening at all. He stared right at the door, no doubt waiting for the doctor to come in and tell them anything about James.

"Why was he out there?" Harry questioned.

Hermione and Teddy both looked at Harry, but Hugo didn't.

"Last time I was at home, James was in his room and had no interest in getting out of his bed," Harry said as he wrung his hands together. "So, why was he in London?"

For a moment, all Harry heard was silence.


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