A/N: Um…hi, Deeps here. Before I'm killed by you lot, let me make it clear that I've been horribly busy. Well, not so busy that I couldn't have squeezed out some time for this…but it seriously didn't work out every time I tried to get down to getting this chapter edited and ready to put up on the site. I'm honestly sorry for delaying this so. I promise I'll have the next chapter up within the next two weeks. All I want for it is a million or so reviews. Not too much to ask for, is it?

To Our Reviewers:

MoonyLovesSlash: Tonky still hasn't read this, although she did see the dedication to her. We are not going to make Harry cut himself all that much. Cutting on the stomach and legs is just scary, especially after that Oprah show on this girl cutting herself. Cutting is creepy, and we seriously are not going to have too much of it in this fic. The focus is more on Harry meeting Sirius and his parents.

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Aw, yeah…that part about Harry saying he left out a bit from his life that he didn't want Lily to know about is a bit messed up, isn't it? Poor Lily. You can see what she thinks here.

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Somewhere I Belong

Chapter 9: The Mother's View

Lily's POV:

The first thing I thought was 'Okay, this guy is insane...move away slowly', but now, what he was saying made sense. Long after he had stopped talking and had fallen silent, I watched him. My future son. A son. I could hardly believe it. It felt absolutely bizarre to be looking into the face of my own son, who was my age! Not to mention he'd just told me I was going to die young. And worse still, marry that ass James Potter! I quickly cast that thought aside, deciding it was better to worry about just the present for now. Then, as he turned his face and looked me straight in the eye, I noticed something I hadn't really bothered to notice before. Harry's eyes- the ones identical to mine- looked haunted…ghostly almost. As if he had seen so much pain and sadness all his 16 years of life. And he had. He had watched so many of his loved ones die around him. But really, it wasn't his fault. It was no one's fault but Voldemort's. It was Voldemort who had caused the suffering, who had caused the loss; who had made that haunted look permanent. And he was so young. Yet, he seemed so much older than 16. It wasn't fair…not fair at all…

I was interrupted from my thoughts by a loud yell from across the lake. Startled, I turned to see what was going on. I scowled when I saw James Potter and Sirius Black trying to push each other into the lake. I rolled my eyes in despair and thought about what Harry had told me; my future. Of all people, I had to marry the biggest git in the world.

Great.

Absolutely stupendous.

I turned to crack a joke about this to Harry, but my throat dried up when I saw the look of longing on his face as he stared at Potter and Black. I tried to establish who he missed more, but I knew the answer deep down. He'd never known me…us. His parents. James and I. I felt a sudden pang of…I don't know what…jealousy?

"You miss him, don't you?" I whispered, turning to look at the two boys still fooling around, their futures unknown to them. Harry shook his head as if to wake himself up and turned back to me.

"Miss whom?"

"Black," I muttered, trying not to spit the name out too angrily. I don't know why I felt angry. Was it because Sirius Black was a git or because Harry seemed to miss him most?

"Sirius? Yeah, of course I miss him. More than you can imagine," Harry said quietly. There was an undercurrent of deep sadness in his voice, and his eyes dulled slightly as he turned towards Lily.

"Oh," I answered, feeling like kicking myself, resisting the urge to look away from Harry's eyes. 'Great mother you are, Lily...' I thought to myself. 'Like you even know how it feels to lose someone close to you'. Right away, I tried to think of something better to say, but came up with another even stupider remark.

"Why?"

Harry turned away slowly, visible pain in his eyes. He shrugged.

"It's hard to explain. He was just…there…for me, you know?"

"Yeah..." I whispered, turning away as well, my eyes burning.

"I know," I added, but I didn't. I found it unfair. It hurt me. I was his mother. It was I who was supposed to be there for him. But I hadn't been there- he hadn't even known me. Even though I had been spending many weeks now with Harry, I suddenly seemed to lose all that time. I somehow went back to not knowing him. Everything he had told me then had been false. The truth was here…now, and it hurt. How I longed for everything to go back to normal. How I longed I had never known Harry existed. That I didn't have to see the look in his eyes that was tearing me apart from inside.

"Harry..." I started, a tear sliding down my cheek. He turned back to me and shrunk backwards.

"Why are you-" he started, but I interrupted. I needed to get it out.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, wiping my wet cheek. If it was possible, Harry shrank back even more. He looked like a small child, cowering from an evil monster.

"For what?" he whispered back, sounding choked up.

"For not being there for you. For…for dying."

"Dying? Lily, you saved my life! It's only because of you that I am here."

"Yes, but..."

"You did nothing wrong. I don't blame you for not being there. I said the wrong thing, didn't I? I made you think that I don't miss you; that I don't even care. But I do care- I do. I miss you so much...and now you're right in front of me...and I should be happy, but instead..." Harry paused, taking a deep breath, blinking furiously. He wiped at his cheeks stubbornly with his hands, and I saw some lone tears falling to replace the ones he had wiped away.

"Instead, I'm sitting here, crying. I feel so stupid. I have you back, and yet, I'm crying…"

I watched Harry fall apart, burying his head into his knees, hugging them tightly. I felt paralysed. I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless. I tried to pat him on the back, but he jumped and moved away.

"I've lost so much in this life already Lily...and I'm only sixteen," Harry whispered, his voice choked. I felt a tear spill down my cheek. Of course I did. Who wouldn't? Here was a sixteen-year-old boy- crying. He was alone in his world. All alone. I moved closer to him, and gently slid my arms around him. He tensed up slightly, but as I softly rubbed at his back, he weakened and buried his face in my shoulder. Finally, after everything Harry had told me, I felt like I had a reason to be there. After a few minutes, Harry began to calm down. He let go of me and slowly got up to his feet, looking everywhere but at me, his cheeks slightly pink.

"I'm sorry for that. It's just, I've been bottling everything up, and today, telling you the truth has opened me up a bit. I feel better…like…like a hole in my heart has been sealed…or something like that."

I gently squeezed his hand, offering as much comfort as I could. He finally glanced up at me, a slight smile rising up the corners of his mouth. I was glad to see that his eyes, while still a little red, had a much happier expression in them.

"Well Harry, I'm glad I could help. Even if I barely did anything."

"Oh, you did more for me then you'll ever know...Mum."

And with that final word whispered, Harry walked away, leaving me to think about his last sentence, a broad smile spreading on my face.