Chapter 17

They tried to pull me away, but I resisted and kept myself on the floor.

'Wake them up.'

Remus followed my order. Soon me and the Grangers were drying silently over our children, trying to hold them without moving them apart. The 2 men sat on the sofa and watched.

Too soon, 2 medi-wizards arrived to take our babies away. We refused unless they were put on the same stretcher. They stayed that way until they were buried.

From the moment they were taken I didn't cry. I had lost my husband at 17, now my son at 27. Remus spoke after the Grangers had gone home to tell their families.

'Lily, when did you and James get together?'

'7th year'

'How?' (Sirius)

'My parents were killed. I spent the summer with him. I realised just what my feelings were towards him.'

'You never had a stomach bug did you?'

'No.'

'Huh?' (Sirius)

'Morning sickness.'

'When did you marry James?'

'Christmas day.'

'Where?' (Sirius)

'A chapel in Dumbledore's office.'

'Why did you leave?'

'To keep Harry safe.'

'We could have done that.'

I slowly turned my head and focused on them.

'No. You couldn't. I would have always been looking over my shoulder, waiting, worrying. He deserved to at least have a life with only childish worries. To have his innocence.'

'He didn't even have that in the end.'

Remus looked confused and I pointed to the note still on the table. His face paled. He was too disgusted to speak. Sirius stood up and walked over to me. He knelt down in front of me and held my hands, fingering my rings. He forced me to hold his gaze.

'Why didn't either of you tell us about your relationship or Harry?'

'We wanted to keep it a secret. If people knew we were romantically close, let alone married and God-forbid me being pregnant, then I would have been next on the to-kill list. James preferred not being able to show his love in public, but in private, than showing it in public and having me killed. I want them back, I want –'

I completely lost it and cried. I must have cried for hours on Sirius shoulder, and then have fallen asleep as I woke up in my bed. I walked into Harry's room to wake him up. I found it empty. I called out for him; he was never up this early! I called again, never getting an answer. I was getting frantic. I ran into the living room and stopped dead as everything came rushing back to the front of my mind. Te morning sunshine unable to penetrate what had happened the night before. Suddenly everything went dark and the only light was the candles Harry had lit. I watched at the night unravelled before my eyes.