I know it's short, but I wanted to update and this is all I have time to write this week. Cheers!
Harry POV
The Shrieking Shack looked untouched by time. I hadn't been here since the final battle. Hermione and I had come back to retrieve Snape's body but Filch had already done it for us. The last time I had been here Snape had been lying dead on the ground, blood caked to his throat, my hands had been coated with his blood. This is where he took his last breath. I had been the last person that he had seen. I don't know if he had told me to look at him because he wanted to look into my mother's eyes or if he had wanted to look into his son's eyes. Had he known I was his son? He never showed any signs of knowing and he had always treated me like rot. But he had protected me.
For some reason, my legs can't support my weight anymore. I fall down onto my knees. My eyes are riveted to the spot where my father had died. I can feel my body shaking, tears fall down my cheeks. My heart aches for a man that I barely knew. I feel this hollow emptiness in the pit of my stomach. I don't know how long I'm on my knees grieving. It could be seconds, minutes, hours, days. Time doesn't matter in this moment. The shrieking shack gets darker and spookier and I'm reminded of a time when the war was still raging. It feels just like yesterday. I wish I could've saved him, but I know there's nothing I could have done. I hear the air crack as someone apparates close by.
"Harry." I hear a voice say softly. I stand up and dust off my knees and turn around to look at the owner of the voice. The way the sun is now positioned in the sky gives her hair a glowing effect. She looks like an angel. The sight of her always blows my mind away. Her eyes widen and she looks at me sadly. I probably look like shite. She rushes over to me and puts her small hand against my cheek and then embraces me. I love her so much.
"How did you know I would be here?" I finally ask. She chuckles.
"You are more predictable then you think, dear husband." It's my turn to chuckle.
"Let's go home, darling." I tell her. She knows me too well. I feel better now; I needed to come here to face the past. A plan starts to form in my head. I need answers to put my mind and my parents to rest. Hand in hand Ginny and I apparate back home.
Albus POV
"James." I whisper to him.
"What?" He grumbles.
"Get up." I throw the blankets off him but he stubbornly throws them back on himself.
"No." He says stubbornly. The prat!
"Get. Up." I say becoming impatient.
"Fine, I'm up." He says sitting up in his bed. His hair is all messy like dad's after he flies on his broom.
"What do you want?" He says, eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.
"We're going to Hogwarts."
"What? You're crazy, it's the summer and we'll be in so much trouble if we're caught. I'm going back to bed." He says laying back and throwing the covers back over himself. I roll my eyes.
"Fine. Then I'll just go by myself." I walk out of the room and wait by the fireplace. James will surely come. James grumpily makes his way to my side. He looks at me accusingly.
"You knew I wouldn't let you go by yourself, stupid Slytherin." I shrug. He rolls his eyes. Since dad is the Boy-Who-Lived our floo network is connected to Hogwarts. I also think Professor McGonagall is secretly trying to recruit him for the position of the DADA teacher.
"Hogwarts, headmaster's office." I say in a loud whisper after I had dropped the floo powder. I look around the dark room. Professor McGonagall is usually gone during the summer on business and it seems that tonight was one of those nights. I look around at the slumbering pictures of past headmasters. Snoring is coming from all sides of the room. I walk over to the portrait that I wanted to see, but the man I am searching for isn't even there.
"Humph." I say in frustration, crossing my arms over my chest. I wait for James, but he is taking a long time. Finally there's a green flash in the fireplace.
"Finally." I say exasperated. Seriously, it takes like two seconds to floo. Then I realize what took him so long. Our annoying little sister is looking up at me smugly.
"She threatened to tell mum and dad." He explains. She should've been sorted into Slytherin.
"He's not there." I tell him, frustrated.
"Who?" He asks dumbly. I give him a look.
"Oh right." He says blushing.
"Ahem." We all jump and look around the see where the noise has come from.
"I believe that I can be of assistance." We all look at a picture of an old man with twinkling blue eyes; smiling down at us was Albus Dumbledore.
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