It Takes Time to Heal
Disclaimer: My lawyers have told me that I don't own Harry Potter, therefore, I can be sued if I say I do. So, I don't own Harry Potter. The owner and creator is a rich woman by the name of JKR. Thank you for your cooperation. **turns to her lawyers** Is that good enough?
A/N: Short one shot fic. Enjoy and review.
Harry Potter stood on the street, staring at his home. Well, what used to be his home. He watched the beautiful two-story, five bedroom home burn from the flames. His heart tore, as the house crumbled, and fell. All of his belongings, his photos, his wand, his invisibility cloak were gone. Destroyed. Harry held back his tears as he felt the heat, as he stepped closer. The muggle firefighters fought to put the flames out. Oh, would Harry give anything to be able to use magic, but he lived in a muggle neighborhood. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know why he chose to live in that neighborhood.
The flames kept on going, as Harry buried his head in his hands. The heat was stronger on the cold winter night, but that made no difference. The house kept burning, as Harry kept watching. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He cried.
The fire grew worse, as the muggles realized that this fire would be hard to stop. The smoke grew heavier, as the muggle firefighters held Harry back. He coughed, breathing in the smoke. Harry stayed like that for the five hours and 23 minutes it took for them to put out the fire. The muggles around him just watched, the children sobbing. Finally, the fire was out, but his home was ruined. A figure approached him, and took him in his arms. It was his boyfriend of three years, Charlie Weasley. Charlie kissed his boyfriend gently, as the firefighters approached.
"We are so sorry, sir, but we couldn't do anything about your home. Everything is ruined." Charlie felt Harry's legs give out, as he swooped to catch him. "What about Emms?" Charlie asked softly. "Where is he?" There was a sigh from the firefighter. "I'm sorry, sir. We couldn't get him in time." Harry sobbed even harder over his adopted son. Emms, a four year old genius. He was dead. Harry continued to sob over the loss of his home, his belongings, and most of all, over his son. Hours later, Charlie and Harry were able to walk through the remains of Harry's home. Scattered things still remained. Some belongings Harry had wished had burned. A toy of his sons was still in good shape, as Harry picked it up. No tears were left to cry. All had been cried before. Now, Harry had to move on.
Right afterwards, Harry and Charlie had token residence in Charlie's childhood home, and his parent's home, the Burrow. Molly and Arthur had been great, helping Harry, as well as Charlie, get through the death of Emms. The funeral had been sad, the body was too badly burned to be viewed. Harry and Charlie had sat in the front pew of the church, and cried. As random people came up to them, Harry wished that they would leave him alone. They returned to the Burrow, where Molly and Arthur cooked them a meal, and carried it to Harry's room. Charlie ate with them, Harry ate alone. Harry needed the time to cry over his loss.
A year after this tragic incident, Charlie had proposed to Harry and months later, they had a small private ceremony, just close friends, on a private beach. They eventually adopted three kids, two Korean, Anna and Kyle, and one British, Jon. Harry cried many times over the death of his oldest son, but eventually, his new kids helped him to heal. He visits the grave of Emms everyday. Emms is buried in his family graveyard, right next to his parents. Life, now, is as close to perfect as this family will see. It takes time to heal.