“So what if I might like him a little more?”
“At least be honest with him!”
No matter what he says, James knows he can’t fix this.
Nothing can fix this. He isn’t at fault, but he can’t help but have nausea climb up his throat. But it’s his child, too.
Was his child, he corrects in his head. He licks his lips, attempting to stop himself from producing sick all over the rug. It certainly wouldn’t assist the situation. He puts his hand on her arm, and she pulls away from underneath it slowly.
Her legs normally would have curled up against her in a situation like this: Lily closes up when she’s feeling lost. He knows his wife well enough to state that as a fact. He steps away from her with fragile, backwards steps towards the kitchen. As he boils water (the Muggle way, for her sake) hears her soft crying, then sniffling, and the dialing of the telephone.
That means she’s called one of two households: her sister, or her mum and dad. He assumes the later and when the teakettle begins to whistle over her indistinguishable dialog, he picks it up with as much efficiency as he can (his wrist shakes a bit as his chest feels novel and he keeps swallowing to keep himself from throwing up, but he manages it just fine).
He sets a chamomile tea-bag into each of the steaming mugs - he decides he could use one too - as he hears the phone click against the receiver. He softly moves back to the living room. She accepts the cup from his hands as he sits on the second cushion, but does not move towards him in any other way.
In barely a whisper, she says, “I feel like it’s a sign.” A lump grows in James’s throat as he attempts to stop himself from crying again and he doesn’t know how best to reply. There are thousands and millions of things he wants to tell her and having never been in even vaguely this position before, despite the fact this is a part of him too almost as much as her, he can’t find the ability to speak.
He bites his lip. “It’s just the world, Lil. I know I’m the last one to say this, but as we’ve been through hell and back this is just one more challenge the world is offering us. One more thing we can learn from, and discover more about each other…and seek guidance.”
He can see her face that she wants to laugh but her body won’t allow it. “I think you’re taking my wise words.” She sets her tea on the side table and turns her head to look at him. “From day one we’ve been the ones that have been rejected - even from each other - and I don’t know how much longer we’ll stand. Our friends will stand. When did our relationships with them stop being balanced? Together we leave a track of pain behind us.”
He doesn’t want to insult her intelligence, but he knows her thoughts are currently biased in a fog. “I love you, Lily Marie Potter. We may have just lost our baby, but life carries on. You are full of amazing spirit, and we’re going to get back up and when Alice gives birth we’re going to be with her and Frank through the rest of their son’s days. Our friends give knowing that if we could, we would give in return.”
A shaky smile begins to form on her lips. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” He gently kisses her cheek; “Well, you don’t have to worry, because I’m not going anywhere.”
She sets her hand on his. “That doesn’t mean I’m not scared.”
(Source: just-lily)
Remus was tapping the arm of his chair, his fingernails making sound against the wood. Noah had his arm wrapped around a stick-straight Olly, who could hardly sit still. Sirius was pacing a bit, and occasionally Remus would grab his hand, bring him down, and murmur something. Devon was slumped in a chair, slightly lethargic but also concerned. Dorcas absentmindedly stroked his hair, staring straight ahead as she could hear Lily’s shrieks.
Sophie walked in, her leather jacket wrapped around her body. “Did I miss it?” Remus shook his head, and she slipped into a chair nearby.
Soon came the loudest of shrieks, and there was a look of petrifaction on everyone’s faces. “Is she…okay?” Noah vocalized, but they were all thinking the same thing. The girls knew Lily would be fine — they’d read up on these things — but Sirius looked like he was going to race in there.
“It sounds like she’s being tortured in there,” Sirius added, finally being thrown into a chair by Remus.
“JAMES CHARLUS POTTER, SO HELP ME GOD, YOU ARE NEVER SLEEPING WITH ME AGAIN!” Lily’s distinct voice rang through the hall.
Devon narrowed his eyebrows, looking up at his girlfriend. Dorcas shook her head. “Imagine the worst pain you’ve ever experienced to your anatomy multiplied by a thousand.” He pursed his lips, sitting up.
Sophie’s heel tapped against the linoleum in anxiousness while Olly was being held down in her chair by Noah. “I just want to see,” she defended. “She needs another girl in there!”
Remus, who seemed to know everything that was going on, said, “Marlene was supposed to be, but she hasn’t shown up yet. Sirius was in there earlier, but he got kicked out of there when he started cracking inappropriate jokes.”
“I was just trying to lighten the mood!” Sirius called out, clearly not understanding the logic behind his removal from the room, but Dorcas just bit her lip. Sophie rolled her eyes, as if to say, ‘is there anything more stupid you could have possibly done?’ This didn’t go by unnoticed by Sirius, who stuck out his tongue childishly.
“I’m surprised James hasn’t been removed…” Remus murmured to himself, aware of the kinds of things that could spill out of the cocky young man’s mouth.
One guttural, heart-wrenching scream rang out and then there was regular talking, unheard from their distance.
Not long after, James came bounding out of the room, beaming, and hospital cover-all still on. “IT’S A BOY!” The grin on his face was larger than the moon. There were congratulations, half-hugs, and slapping on the back before Sophie shoved him back towards the room.
“Golly, a baby. James Potter taking care of a baby,” said Peter, who was just now noticed by the others. Everyone cracked up. Nobody in this room could imagine it, really; James taking care of a newborn’s life. Neither Lily nor James knew what they were doing, really, but that was the adventure in it all, right?
Olly’s blonde curls were still bouncing from her standing up, and she was wringing her hands. “I want to see him.”
At this note, James returned to his wife and son’s room. A very flushed and slightly bedraggled Marlene appeared from behind the ruckus. “Did I miss it?” She frowned when she saw James’s retreating figure. “I can’t believe I missed the birth of my own godchild!”
“Godson.” Sirius said, speaking up once more, hugging her gently. There was murmuring between everyone, wondering what the name would actually be and when they would get to see him. Five minutes passed, then ten. After fifteen, and finally twenty, James came out with a small bundle in his arms. “Oi, he’s my godson. I ought to see him,” Sirius butted in, looking at him. “He looks just like you, mate. Look at that mop of hair.” Dorcas muttered in reply, “It’s fuzz.”
“But just wait,” James said softly, before baby Harry blinked his eyes open slowly. “He’s got his mum’s eyes.” It was clear to everyone that this child was his world now.
“Can I take him?” Sophie probed, leaning in near his left shoulder. Everyone laughed.
“No, really. I want to steal him.” Olly nodded in agreement, before Dorcas tittered as an agreement.
An hour later, an exhausted-looking Lily wrapped in a bathrobe made her way out, after Harry had gone through the standard checks. She was holding the sleeping baby now, sweat coating her face and her bright red hair in every direction.
“Seven pounds, eight ounces of pure perfection, isn’t he?”
“You finally got one, Lils, you finally got one,” Olly said with a broad smile. But little of the world was coming into the bubble of the Potters, who were now a little family.
Hey, hey listen to me. We’ll survive this!
(Source: tangledfantasy, via rab-lestrange)
Earth, Wind & Fire - September
1978, Christmas Dance - 7th Year
Theme Song of Rab Lestrange and Sophia Bernadotte“Oh no!”
“Oh yes! THIS is relevant! Remember when this song came out, Hydrus? We were in Italy! Stand up!”
“I’m so gonna regret this.”
“Shut up and dance! Get loose! Enjoy our last year!”
(Source: davesnothere, via rab-lestrange)
Doe and Muggle lights!!! | Christmas Holiday 1974
We went to the Evans’s and there were Muggle lights and they were on a string and required eclektricity!
(via rab-lestrange)
“He was just a kid. He— we went to school together. I killed him, Cissa. I killed someone tonight.”
(Source: marlymack, via rab-lestrange)
“What? She fell asleep in my bed, and she looks sort of peaceful when she’s asleep…”
(Source: keepbelievin, via rab-lestrange)
“I confuse Soph. It’s understandable.”
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