This story is my version of continuation twilightstargazer's one-shot titled "Sugar We're Going Down Swinging". It made me cry when I read it and it inspired me to create this thing here. Not sure if it is going to be a multi-chapter story or if I am going to leave it like that, no real outline for it just yet.
The first sentence is one from the original story itself, one that actually made me read the story when I read it in the summary. I highly advise you to read the original story itself. It is not required to do so to understand this piece but I think you will fall in love with it just the same as I did.
Twilightstargazer, thank you very much for writing such an amazing story and for permission to continue it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the HP universe, any of its characters, nor do I earn any money from writing this. All the mistakes are mine.
Swinging Alone Is Not Much Fun
"Damn you for making me love you." He repeated this sentence three days later, standing above his wife's grave. Reading the words engraved made his heart hurt like hell yet he couldn't tear his eyes from the tombstone.
Lady Lily Potter
Born 30 January 1960
Died 31 October 1981
The last enemy that shall be
destroyed is death.
James Potter, 21 year old pureblood father of the halfblooded child stood over his beloved wife's grave with his fifteen months old son Harry in his arms. Both of them had small bouquets of flowers in their hands besides the white lilies that both of them threw on the casket. He barely said a word since that fateful night.
He just came back from the store, with the sugar Lily asked him to get to see the building that not even ten minutes ago he called his home all crumbled down. The body of his beloved wife lying outside of it was still very last image he saw every night before he went to bed. The shock that he had encountered on that night didn't leave him for the next two days today being the first that he actually said a word out loud.
"Say bye Harry, tell your mama goodnight and goodbye" – James whispered silently in Harry's ear.
" Nay bay mama" – Harry said opening and closing his little fist in the gesture of goodbye directed to his mom. Before he turned away from the stone James kissed his two fingers and moved them over Lily's name one last time.
I promise to make sure Harry knows who his mama was sweetheart. I won't let him forget you, love. As I will never forget you myself. When he mentioned Harrys name he looked at the toddler only to see him mimicking his earlier gesture. Small, chubby fist was touching its owner's lips only to open and close in the direction of the tomb. Small, sad smile lingered on James' lips. He will definitely be a charmer Lily, I am afraid that he is definitely going to be mini me once he gets to school. Poor Hogwarts. They both put their small bouquets of flowers next to the marble stone and James turned to walk away when he heard the sound.
I know, it's short. But it is what I plan to be my very first published Fanfiction. I would really appreciate if you could share with me your first reactions about this piece.