I know, it's been a while. I apologize profusely. Now, onward.

When I posted something about Harry's death months ago, several people wanted to see more about the children's reactions. So... here's something like that. (Also, before anyone asks - this isn't a "Harry-dies-tragically-early chapter. The children are only referred to as "children" because they are his sons and daughter.)

Even when he was nothing more than an empty body, Harry wasn't entirely his children's. They did not get to privately grieve, to gradually recover, to tentatively share memories. Harry was the public's – had been since he was a baby – and everyone wanted to take part in his farewell, and still expected his children to be at the center of it all.

Harry had tried to protect them from this – but he was gone now.

So James, Albus, and Lily put on brave faces at memorials and funerals and ceremonies. And, behind the scenes, they grieved in each other's arms.

Now, I have CRAZY, EXCITING NEWS, and a HUGE FAVOR to ask all of you. This story was nominated for the 2012 Couture Award for Best Next-Gen Drabble/Series (huge thanks to AstoriaIsStillAwesome, btw) and it would be amazing if you could vote for me. All you have to do is go to Couture Girl's profile and vote on the poll on top. I understand completely if you vote for someone else, but I would really appreciate it if you would at least go look!

Thanks for reading, guys. Four more chapters till I start taking requests again! I hope to talk to you all soon.

~writergal24