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Ch-16
The first thing he felt was the softness of the pillows propped below him , the second thing he heard were the hushed voices of multiple people.
Wait-soft? Hadn't he , Harry, fallen on the floor?
A sharp ringing went across his ears as he tried to open his eyes , a sudden hush fell across the room. Someone else had gathered over his deathbed, except that person didn't seem too concerned about his well being.
"Hm' said the person "potter has sustained number of injuries, i'm pretty sure he will not die like a damsel just because of falling on the floor"
Somewhere in his mind, Harry felt as if he knew who the voice belonged to but in the haze that his brain was in , thinking was a complex task at the moment.
Someone snorted across the hall, muffling their laugh as a female voice scolded them sharply. The person on his bed turned swiftly , the cloak of the person brushing Harry's hand.
While the adults droned on and on about something Harry was being tasked with the task of opening his eyes ,which he was finding excruciatingly hard.
"How is he?" a soft female voice rang in the room, everyone stopped talking at once. Which confused Harry, he was sure this was not the 'rock hard person' who had just entered a few hours or minutes? or seconds? Ago.
No his mind whispered he knew this voice, he should know this voice. How could he, Harry , forget this voice when he had heard it screaming his name soo many times in his nightmares.
"He seems fine Lily' , Sirius said quietly ", He's gone through worse",
Painful silence fell on the room at those words, everyone seemed to be holding their breaths.
Harry was just able to figure out who the voice belonged to through the haze his mind was in but he still was painfully aware of the silence that rang across the room.
Lily hummed, and crept past the boring gaze of the people and went to stand next to Harry's bed. Harry suddenly became hyper aware of the distance between her his mom and his hand.
If he could move an inch he could touch her hand, touch his mum's hand.
Soft hands ruffled his hair, tentatively detangling the knots his hair seems to get themselves into. Harry wanted to stay in this moment forever just him and his supposed-to-be-dead mom even thinking it sounded weird.
"I know Harry's not exactly had the the very best of childhood', whispered lily brokenly , stillness stuffs the room ",Harry's my boy', her voice rises with confidence ", he didn't deserve any pain in the world but i think we can all agree that he is the most smartest , confident , generous and bravest young man. Yes, he may not have had his parents to nurture him , to sing him to sleep when he was scared, to praise him', a tear slides down her cheek ",but he's brave and he's tough and he's mine and James boy, i know he could never forgive us for leaving him-hell i don't think i can forgive myself but-but he should know that i love him with all my worth, i love you Harry",
She places her forehead against his and kisses his hair , ruffling it with a happy sob , tears running down her face