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I already wrote this, but just had to make a few changes. Here you go!
Lily watched her precious angel play with his toys with a small smile. Her smile turned into a frown. Maybe she should call Remus, it had been weeks. Probably let Jace play with Neville as well. They played with each other a few days ago. There was also another interview to go to tomorrow with Jace. She sighed looking up. Prongs had just come back from the Ministry of Magic. She watched him relax from an obviously tiring day on the couch.
Jace was saying something. "Huh dear. What did you say?" she crooned at him. "Ha'y. Ha'y," he said in a cute voice. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but I don't understand what you are saying." "Har'y play?" the little boy asked.
"Harry? Huh. What Har…?" Lily cut of, realization dawning upon her. She screamed, feeling dizzy, her ears ringing. "James James James," she cried. James woke up at her scream and immediately had his wand out. Sensing no danger, he asked, "What's wrong Lily flower?" his voice laced with concern.
Lily looked as if she just saw the devil itself and looked as if she was about to faint. "HARRY! James!" she was screaming. "Harry," James said dumbly. It suddenly came to him. His face filled with horror. He yelled in anguish and ran towards the stairs, to Harry's room, with his wife racing behind him. The door immediately flew open at his will and what he saw inside stopped his heart.
The man fell down to his knees and crawled toward his son. Tears kept streaming down his face and his body shook in shock and fear. Slowly he touched the child's chest as if in a dream. He had no heart beat. But, he was so warm. James mouth opened in horror and screamed silently putting his son's head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around the thin child. Lily stared at Harry and then fell down in a crumpled heap. She fainted, her face showing her grief. James screamed and screamed. Even when his throat was raw and was close to losing his voice he screamed. He dug his nails deep into his wrists and hands to stop the pain. Before he fainted he saw the wall. Goodbye Padfoot.
Albus Dumbledore saw his instruments and immediately knew something was wrong in the Potter Manor. He hurried towards his floo, hoping everything was alright. When he entered he saw Jace crying alone in the living room. Albus scooped up the little boy and gently rocked the child with soothing words. Knowing that James and Lily would never leave Jace alone crying, he went to find them. He frowned in disapproval, knowing they wouldn't be with Harry. He had long given up on reminding them. He had scolded the both and told them to take better care of their older son, but the young couple got much too wrapped up with their younger one.
Albus loved Harry, almost as if the young boy was like a grandson to him. He never told anyone, but liked Harry better than Jase. The boy was so wonderful and full of life even when neglected. The child was highly intelligent as well. If not by having a conversation with him, then just look at the pile of books he had in that little room of his.
Albus often wondered if he could just take Harry… at least to Sirius if not him. The poor young man was devastated without his godson. He became more serious (pardon the pun) and became Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. He took his duties seriously and did everything in his power to make the Wizarding World less corrupt. He had been waiting to take in Harry for years, but James banned Sirius from the Potter Manor and Godric's Hollow as soon as Sirius left. Checking every room downstairs, he went up the stairs. Puzzled, he saw Harry's door open. Amazed and happy that James, Lily, and Harry were together he walked inside.
And stared. He almost threw up and quickly laid Jace on Harry's neat made bed. Dread filled his old features and his age was shown more than ever before. Feeling sick, he saw Harry's malnourished body. Merlin, the child looked worse than a pile of bones. Albus, who had seen more than enough death in both wars, knew the child was dead.
He turned away, facing the door and saw a concentration of magic near it. James's magic he concluded. He guessed James locked the door with his magic in a powerful emotion of anger. So only James would be able to open the door again. Albus filled with rage. So Harry, even if he used accidental magic to try to get out (which he did), the door would not open for the boy. Albus choked on a sob which was threatening to burst and then noticed that Harry was only recently alive. He couldn't stop his body-racking sobs after that. The old man, failing to control his emotions, gently lifted Harry away from James arms, and put the weightless child on his bed next to his little brother. "I'm so sorry Harry. I'm so so sorry child, I should have rescued you earlier. I have no excuse. We all failed you," Albus broke, "so badly," he said in a whisper. He dropped his head and kept sobbing when he felt a hand on his beard. He looked right into Jace's bright hazel eyes. "Oh Jace." Albus wrapped his arms around him and drew the toddler close.
Lily was the first to wake up. She groggily looked around the small room, wondering where she was. Then everything came back and she doubled in agony. Drowning in her misery, she dragged herself up. She saw the Headmaster, but she felt no emotion. Seeing Harry stiff and cold, lying in his bed, looking like a sack of bones, Lily fell, sobbing. She fainted again. Albus heard Lily, but barely moved.
A few seconds later James awoke and started screaming after a few seconds. He felt so much pain that it was dull and numb. Getting up again after he sprawled to the ground, he limped to Harry. He again tried to check the little boy's heartbeat, praying to every deity in the world that he was wrong. Before his hand touched the child, James hand was grabbed. Startled he saw the Headmaster for the first time. What he saw broke all the pieces left in his heart. Albus sneered at James in repulsion and anger. James never saw that look on the Headmaster's face. Not even when the powerful man faced Voldemort. Albus dropped James hand as if he'd been burnt and James fell to his knees.
Looking down next to him, James saw a book. Looking around he saw piles of books all neatly organized. He felt even more stabs of pain, when he realized he didn't even know Harry read. He would not know what books Harry read. He would not know which one was his favorite. Everything he should have known about his oldest son.
"Why was Harry locked in here James?" Albus asked softly. The old man looked so powerful and dangerous as his cold, hard blue eyes locked with James hazel ones. James answered emotionlessly. "He dropped Jace. I got mad and dragged him into this room." Remembering his last words to his son, James almost blacked out there in despair and intense sorrow. Moaning in dismay and disgust he whispered Harry's name. He didn't even deserve to say the child's name much less look at him. The sweetest one, who never argued and always stayed out of trouble. The child always glowed with innocence. He had the sweetest laugh and when he did laugh, everyone smiled in pleasure, happy that they were the ones to make him do so.
Albus turned around to Jace and pulled out a memory. He was just about to play it in his pensive that he summoned, but quickly enervated Lily. She was just coming around when they all stepped into the memory. Or more like him stepping into the memory and dragging Lily and James behind him. Watching Harry catch Jace from falling, Lily moaned in despair. James was white and shaking like a leaf, as he saw himself dragging Harry upstairs by holding his thin arm, though it was nowhere close to his malnourished shape now. He watched Harry trip, but saw himself still not let go of the tight grip he held his son in. Harry was looking at him with fear and a bit of anger that shone bright in his emerald green eyes. He saw the door locking because of his mad state and magic out of control.
James muttered, "I killed my own son." James felt his air get blocked. "He was innocent and he didn't even deserve me touching him." James wept as he tumbled out of the memory. "I KILLED MY OWN SON!" His screams of anguish echoed the house.
Lily fell again as her legs felt too weak to hold her up. "No," she whispered and sobbed hard, her body shaking. James took out his wand, ignoring everyone. He deserved to die. He never was supposed to live. He wished his father and mother never had a son. He was worse than all the death eaters and perhaps even Voldemort. The death eaters cared more about their families than James did. "Avada Keda-" "EXPELLIARMUS!" James watched as his wand got disarmed and flew to the Headmaster's outstretched hand.
"Give it back to me Albus. I deserve to die and go to hell because that's all I lived for. I'm nothing! I am a piece of trash that deserves more pain than anyone else felt in their entire life and afterlife! I tortured my own son-" James broke of, crying in anguish. "I made him starve to death and locked him up here all alone. And then I forgot about him. What must he have felt? My last words to him, were that I never wished him as my son.
How must he have felt knowing his own father left him to die all alone. Merlin, without him, Jace could have broken his head. And, what did I do for that? I punished him and left him to die! If Lily never reminded me, when do you think I would have remembered Harry, Albus? Huh, tell me? Maybe a year or two, would he have lay here dead and forgotten because of a man he never should have called dad! Or would I have never remembered him-" James broke of screaming and digging his nails back into his wrists. "Torture me Albus, I don't even deserve to live or die. I'm a monster!
Albus stared at James levally. "And what about Jace, James? What would he do without his father?" "FATHER! I am not even a person! I AM A MURDERER! A killer! He is better of without me. Should hear my name, he must feel disgust! He must be furious at me. I killed his brother. I-I…" James howled in anguish.
James grabbed a sharp pencil and began tearing his skin with it. Lily was hugging her knees and staring of into space with a blank face. Tears though, kept streaming down her cheeks. Jace fell asleep crying as well as he felt all the emotions around the room. His tiny arm was around his dead brother.
Albus shook his head in despair. Stunning James, he wondered how everything went so wrong.
Accioing the pencil, he picked up Harry and Jace and walked downstairs. Going into the floo, Albus yelled out, "Hogwarts Infirmary!"
Poppy was in her room, when she heard Albus yelling. She rushed out to see her friend in great distress. He was carrying two boys. The first one she recognised, how could she not, as she saw him in the Daily Prophet almost every month since You-Know-Who was defeated.
The other one… oh no! It was obvious he was not breathing. "Put him down here Albus!" Poppy yelled. She pressed the boy's chest and shook her head in despair. He was gone and there was nothing that could bring him back. Albus stood tall, head bowed, tears falling out of his eyes. He did nothing to wipe then away.
The doors opened and Severus rushed inside the infirmary, in his pajamas. Inside he saw a despairing sight. A familiar boy sat on one of the beds, crying softly, held by Poppy. Albus had his head bowed in front of an unnaturally thin boy. Severus sighed, raising a hand to his face. It was obvious the poor child was dead. "What happened?" he asked. Albus raised his head and Severus was only mildly shocked at Albus's tears. It had been a long time since he'd seen the old man cry, but if the boy was who he thought he was, Severus knew Albus was grieving very much.
He was only once mentioned in the Prophet, though a hundred times by Albus. Harry Potter, older brother of the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Always-Ruin-Severus's-Mood.
"Severus," Albus whispered. He was Severus's mentor and the closest figure to a father he ever had. The man who comforted him when he grieved, and knew almost everything about him, that it was almost disorienting. Severus went to him, and put a comforting hand on Albus's shoulder. He felt awkward, not knowing what to exactly do next. Merlin, he was as socially awkward as Sybill! He'd just have to sprout a nonsense prophecy, and they'd become best buddies. Although, they could scare the students if they worked together...
After a moment, Albus composed himself, nodding his thanks to Severus, who just stood still. Albus strode to grab some floo powder. "Grimmauld Place," he stated and disappeared.
Sirius Black was resting on the comfy couch, feeling weary and weak. It started mid-afternoon.
Listening to some boring Wizengamot session about Norwegian Ridgebacks and their rights was not the way Sirius wanted to spend his afternoon, but here he was. His foolish decision to attend a session every week was driving him crazy.
He almost fell asleep, but Griselda glared at him in a way that made him regret knowing the definition of the word sleep. As Melissa Hornby stood up talking about poisonous fire, Sirius suddenly felt drained. It felt like he was losing his magic! He gasped, trying to get up and get some fresh air. A few people stared as he rushed out, but people always left if they had an emergency (mind you, only if the session was not important), but he was of course Sirius Orion Black, people always stared.
Tripping and running, he reached the doors leading outside and gasped for air. He apparated to the manor and promptly fainted.
He had just regained his senses, drank a lot of water, and now comfortably rested on the couch, feeling as if he could never get up again. He had no idea what was causing this and was thinking deeply when Albus appeared at his floo. Furrowing his brow, Sirius tried to remember if Albus said he was visiting today. It seemed urgent though, as he saw Albus's face. His old friend looked as if someone died. "Albus?" Sirius asked, "What's wrong?" "It's-" Albus looked away with hesitation. Sirius gaped as he rarely saw the cheery man so weary and ineloquent.
"It's Harry," Albus said finally, turning back. Sirius was up in a second, whatever that was weighing him down gone. "Where is he?" he demanded. "In Hogwarts? Is he well?" Sirius fired of. Albus shook his head. Sirius felt his heart nearly stop. "Hospital Wing," Albus said, and Sirius rushed to the floo.
Entering the Hospital Wing, all he saw was Harry. Harry lying there, lifeless and pale. Harry's beautiful smile. Harry's sweet laugh. Harry's bubbly nature. Harry blabbing about something he read. Harry playing with him as Padfoot. His Harry. Sirius held his child in his arms, sobbing desperately.
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