ForgottenGoodbyes

Lily POV:

You know you have to do it. For the safety of him. For the safety of you. For the safety of James, your friends, the world.

You don't want too.

But you have too.

You had two weeks. Two. Measly. Weeks. But that's all it took for you to fall in love with him. They told you it would be harder to let go if you did this, that you were only causing yourself even more trouble. But you didn't care. Harry was your baby, no one else's. You deserved to get to know him. You carried him; felt him inside you for nine months. He's your child, no matter where he goes, what happens, whatever sick people feel the need to take him away from you.

Two weeks.

You wouldn't trade them for the world.

He's got your eyes. That's really the only way you can tell he's yours. Maybe by those few freckles around his nose, too, but other than that, he's almost an exact replica of James. Black, messy tuft of hair, nose, even the shape of his chin is the same. Not that you mind, at least you know he'll look good when he's older. Not that you'll get to see him then, though. Just to reassure yourself.

He's sleeping peacefully in your arms, his tiny eyelids fluttering. Just the sight of it makes your heart melt. He's so young, so innocent, blissfully unaware of the actual chaos going on around him. People dying left and right, losing the ones most close to you just because of some big, stupid, prat who feels the need to take away everyone's happiness, just to give himself the satisfaction that he can. He's the reason you won't get to watch your baby grow up. And you can't stand it.

As your little boy starts to stir in your arms, you look down. Your same green eyes stare back at you. You can't help but let a tear run down your cheek. You know you'll miss him, and that giving him up will be the most difficult thing you've ever done. As your husband comes and wraps his arms around the both of you, you let the tears fall freely. As he starts to take Harry from you, your tears turn in to full-blown sobs. He tells you to get some sleep, that tomorrow will be a big day and that you've done the most you could've possibly done to make her last few hours with Harry special. But you can't sleep knowing your little boy will be grasped from your clutches, and there's not a thing you can do about it. You don't sleep that night. You stay wrapped in your husband's arms watching your baby sleep across your chest, amazingly not fussing and falling right back to the deep sleep he was in just minutes before.

You wake up the next morning, dreading what's coming. You get dressed almost zombie-like, moving at an extremely slow pace. After brushing your teeth and combing your hair, you see your husband standing near the doorway, with Harry playing with his hair falling free around his face. You watch as a single tear slips down his cheek. You know this breaks his tough exterior. Letting his emotions show through, the single tear runs down his cheek and plops on to your son's chest.

You both walk out the door and in to the car you had bought recently after seeing how using magic was actually becoming more of a hazard than convenience. The car ride is silent. James drives and you clutch your baby to your chest as if you held him any looser, he would be gone. In your situation, this is metaphorically the truth.

When you reach your destination, it takes all you have in you to not have an emotional breakdown on the spot. You start to get out of the car as you see the couple that has come to steal your child away from you. You know this is for the best, and that you're doing it for him. But you can't help but think that this isn't the way it's supposed to be.

James has to literally pry Harry out of your hands, because you can't let go. Before he hands him over to the couple, you shower him in kisses and tell him you love him. You see the couple walk away with hints of joy on their faces upon receiving the adorable child. Even though he's fussing for his mother, the couple almost seems unaware of his distress. She knows he's crying for her. And it's all she can do to not run after them and take the child that is rightfully hers.

James leads you back to the car. You buckle your seatbelt and try to fight the cold, empty feeling gnawing at your soul. That's when you can't handle it anymore. That's when you crack. You go in to a full-blow emotional breakdown, sobs racking through out your whole body. James pulls over to the side of the road, gets out of the car, and goes and pulls you on to his lap as you cry in to his shoulder. You're probably ruining his shirt, but you can't think about that right now. All you can think about is your little baby that you'll probably never get to see again.

He'll never remember you. He won't recognize you if you're walking down the street, even though you're almost one hundred percent sure you'll recognize him. The thought of this kills you and brings you to even more tears. After very long, painful, agonizing minutes, James tells you that you both have to get home and get some rest.

When you arrive at your doorstep, it's then that you realize that you won't be able to get any sleep. There's a void in your heart, one that only that little boy can fill. When you finally lay down on your bed, wrapped in your husband's arms, you think of how much you'll miss him. You'll never forget him, even though he'll forget you. You'll just be on his long list of forgotten goodbyes.

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