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For: @backgroundhufflepuff Fanfic of Jily idk how many words A/N: @backgroundhufflepuff, would it be too much if I drew a picture to go with it? I have had no one else request anything, so I want to do stuff "Where. Is. The fucking. Baby." I open my eyes blearily. And I snap into a board, not from a jinx, but purely out of fear. "W-w-what do you mean, Lily?" I ask, trembling. Her hair is practically on fire and her green eyes sparkle in anger. "I mean exactly what I said, James. Where is Harry?" "You... You mean he's gone?" I start to imagine every possible awful thing that could've happened, including eaten by the cat, and abducted by Voldemort. "I mean you've lost him." "W-well, what happened last night?" I ask, slowly getting out of bed. My head really hurts and I honestly can't remember anything. "You went out drinking and now our son is gone." She spits her words out like poison. I know that if I don't come up with an answer soon, she may literally murder me. I rub my eyes. "Were you awake when I came home...?" I hold my head in my hands, trying my hardest to remember anything. "Yes. But you said you could put him in his crib and he's not. Fucking. There." I don't know if she's already cursed me, but I think she must've cuz I feel like I've somehow eaten fire. I reach down to grab my cloak and wipe the sweat off my face. I grope around on the floor, but I can't fi- "Oh shit." "WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?!" she yells in my face. I stumble over to the crib and feel around. Sure enough, there's a lump of nothing. I sigh in relief. "WHAT ARE YOU FEELING GOOD ABOUT WE HAVE A MISSING CHILD YOU FUCKTARD!!!" The lump moves and cries out slightly. "Lily, we don't," I say, making calming gestures with my hands. "He's right here." I try to pick up the invisible lump, but it wriggles and a little mop of black hair peaks out. "Your invisibility cloak?!" she rushes over and yanks it off. "If this wasn't... I'd... I'd... I'd rip it and you to pieces!" she hisses, picking Harry up and almost crying in relief. Maybe I wasn't the only one who thought Voldemort abducted him somehow. I stagger back over to the bed and sit down with my head in my hands, watching him through my fingers. He's safe. Harry opens his bright eyes. "Dada!" he smiles his toothless grin and reaches his arms out. I walk over to him and Lily and wrap my arms around them both. I am never, ever doing that again.
