Mum & Dad
“Back again, son?”
Harry reached for his chest, groaning at the phantom pain he thought he could feel there. He rolled on his side and slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids were heavy and didn’t want to cooperate, but once they were open, he couldn’t close them.
“I’m dead again,” Harry sighed despondently. He didn’t understand why he was behind the library again, but he was sort of pleased to see his dad sitting on a bench grinning at him.
“Bingo, kiddo,” his dad laughed. He patted the bench beside him. “Get off the ground and come sit with your old man, let’s see how much you’ve changed in… has it been forty-eight hours yet?”
“Dunno,” Harry said. He carefully got to his feet and marveled at the ability to control his own body once more. “It worked,” he said wondrously, wiggling his left foot in front of him, “Wednesday did it!”
“She had a little help,” Dad grinned. He wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders and pulled him to his side when Harry sat beside him. “She’s funny, our cousin.”
Harry stared balefully at his dad. “She’s a bit less funny when she’s stabbing me in the chest.”
Dad laughed again and hugged Harry, making him smile.
“Yeah,” he said fondly. “That was my idea.”
*****
Larissa was not ashamed to say that she was openly sobbing before her students as she carried the body of her favorite pupil from the grounds to the main building of campus.
Frump had easily put out the flames and cleared the smoke from the buildings, all while he himself shook with heaving sobs. Harry was quite clearly important to him, and Larissa’s heart ached for the man.
“The nurses office,” Larissa informed Frump when they led the parade of students back inside the school. “We’ll lay him there and- and I’ll call his guardians.”
Frump sniffled and shook his head before opening the door to the nurses office for Larissa.
“Don’t bother,” he said brokenly, his grey eyes overwhelmed with tears. “They didn’t give a damn about him. Harry- Harry had no one.”
Larissa found that to be a cold remark to make and she frowned at Frump while she cradled Harry’s lifeless body in her arms.
“I was under the impression they care a great deal for their nephew,” Larissa said. “Morticia and I may not always see eye to eye on many things, but she was very clearly concerned for the welfare of her nephew.”
“Morticia?” Frump had darted forward and pulled the blanket back on the hospital bed, but he paused to frown back at Larissa. “Harry’s aunt’s name is Petunia.”
“Correct,” Larissa said slowly. She laid Harry down gently and couldn’t help shedding a fresh river of tears when she looked at his peaceful face. He had rarely ever looked so peaceful when he’d been alive. Larissa gently swept his black and blue bangs from his forehead, whispering a prayer for the peace of his soul when she did.
“Morticia applied for guardianship of Harry the week after Parent’s Weekend,” Larissa told Frump while she wept at how young Harry seemed. “It- it had just went through. I was going to tell Harry after midterms.”
Larissa’s words seemed to have undone Frump and he collapsed on his knees beside the bed, dropping his forehead to Harry’s arm.
There was nothing that could be said. Larissa rubbed between Frump’s shoulders kindly before leaving him to grieve in peace.
Larissa had a phone call to make.
*****
Enid returned to her body while laying in the paddock with dozens of other students.
She cried out- the pain in her leg that was agonizing while a wolf was unbearable as a human.
“Come on, girl, let’s get you to…” Cody and Jace hesitated when they lifted Enid between them.
“Fuck,” Cody huffed, “where do we take her?”
“I’ll take her,” a cool and familiar voice said.
Enid turned her head and saw Wednesday limping toward her. And this was definitely Wednesday because only Wednesday could pull off a deadpan expression while her eyes were red and swollen.
“Wednesday,” Enid whimpered, her eyes tearing both in pain and in sympathy with Wednesday. She hadn’t seen the end, but she heard from the others what happened. Enid found the strength to hop on her good leg to turn around and open her arms for Wednesday in an offer she didn’t expect to be accepted.
Wednesday surprised her by rushing forward and wrapping thin and strong arms around Enid. Wednesday began sobbing in Enid’s shoulder and Enid began crying as well.
The boys and the others slunk away, leaving Enid to console Wednesday in private.
“I’m so sorry,” Enid whispered, stroking Wednesday’s hair to try anything to soothe her. “I’m so so sorry.”
Wednesday cried like it was her heart that had been broken, and Enid didn’t doubt that it was true.
“They said- they said you took a bullet for me,” Wednesday said, her voice muffled by Enid’s shoulder. She lifted her head and Enid was taken by surprise at the warmth inside her dark and broken eyes. “Did you?”
“Technically, I took a bullet for Principal Weems,” Enid said ruefully. She smiled a little bashfully and tucked a stray lock of Wednesday’s hair behind her ear. “But I thought it was you, if that counts.”
“The thought is oftentimes the only thing that counts.”
Wednesday leaned forward and pressed her lips to Enid’s. She tasted like tears and sadness and something so tender that Enid cried again.
“Don’t cry when I kiss you, my feelings will be injured,” Wednesday said drily.
“Good thing you don’t have feelings,” Enid joked weakly.
Wednesday stared at her just as Weems had earlier when Enid thought Wednesday loved her. Her eyes were glistening with tears and there was something there that was so vulnerable Enid wouldn’t have believed it was possible if she didn’t see it herself.
“Yes,” Wednesday agreed quietly, “good thing.”
*****
“Your idea?” Harry gave his dad a betrayed look. “There wasn’t any other plans that didn’t involve killing me?”
“Of course there were, but they all involved you being trapped in your body while Crackstone possessed you,” Dad pointed out. “So the bad news is that there weren’t a lot of options, kiddo.”
Harry looked around the beautiful and peaceful area they sat in. It was odd feeling so peaceful in a place that had once caused him such anger and pain, but it was peaceful.
“Usually when there’s bad news there’s also good news,” Harry said. He watched as a little bird fluttered around the branches of a nearby tree and Harry’s lips curled up in a small smile at the sight. He looked up at his dad, who was just as brilliant looking as he was… two days ago.
“Is there good news?” Harry asked him hopefully.
Dad smiled and poked Harry on the tip of his nose.
“There’s always good news.”
*****
It felt like déjà vu, walking up to where Tyler crouched on the ground.
Tyler was once again sobbing these horrible and broken sobs while his entire body shook.
Xavier was once again numbed by shock and grief, no ideas on how he was meant to go forward. But he knew he couldn’t leave Tyler laying outside, cold and alone, when everyone was congregating inside the school.
“Hey, Tyler, come on.” Xavier reached down and pointedly ignored Tyler’s nudity to grab him by the shoulders and try to lift him. “It’s freezing out here.”
“I can’t leave,” Tyler said, wrenching himself from Xavier’s grasp. He lifted his head from where it had been bent down to his knees and Xavier saw the breaks in his eyes that went clear down to his soul.
Tyler looked past Xavier to where Harry’s blood stained the earth and he grit his teeth together hard enough that Xavier could hear it.
“I can’t leave,” Tyler repeated faintly. “I can’t.”
“Okay.” Xavier sat down beside Tyler and took his jacket off. He wrapped it around Tyler’s shoulders, trying to offer him some warmth. “I’ll sit here with you then.”
Tyler nodded absently and wrapped Xavier’s jacket tighter around himself. He scooted over close to Xavier and slowly laid his head on Xavier’s shoulder.
“I loved him,” Tyler whispered brokenly. “And he loved me.”
Xavier tilted his head down to touch it to Tyler’s.
“I know,” he said hoarsely. “And I loved you both.”
Without Harry though, there was a space between the two of them as dark and void as the hole in Harry’s chest was.
*****
Larissa’s office smelled like smoke and water. The rich furnishings that offered her so much comfort were covered in ash and ruined by the water that Frump had used to put out the flames.
Larissa looked around sadly, mourning the time the students would have to be sent away for repairs, and found it to be a small surprise when the light switch still worked.
A small mercy that did not come without an equally terrible fate.
Larissa sat heavily behind her desk and dug through the student files until she found the emergency contact card for Wednesday Addams. She sighed as she lifted her desk phone and began dialing the number listed.
Morticia’s voice was as bright and ringing as always when she answered.
“Hello?”
Larissa breathed out shakily. “Morticia? It’s Larissa, I’m afraid I have bad news…”
*****
“I met your dad when we were eleven,” Sirius said quietly. “I was bloody terrified to go to Hogwarts, but I didn’t want anyone to know it.”
Sirius lifted Harry a little more securely in his arms, tucking him against his chest just as he had when Harry was a babe and napping. He dropped a gentle kiss to the crown of his head and swiped away his tears while he continued telling Harry all the things he should have said before.
“Your dad was brilliant, he was funny and charming, outgoing and handsome. He was arrogant too, we all were. Not Remy, but he had all his wolfie insecurities. You know what James was best at though?” Sirius smiled down at Harry’s head. “Transfiguration and flying. James was a brilliant flier, he—”
Sirius choked up and couldn’t even continue when he had a horrifying realization.
“You never got to fly,” Sirius whispered. His eyes blurred and he had to swipe at them irritably so he could still see Harry clearly. “You never got to fucking fly.”
It was so small in the grand scheme of things. There were millions of things Harry didn’t get to do. He never got to drink booze or sneak a cigarette behind his school. He never had heartbreak hurt him and never felt the sting of a tattoo needle on his skin. He never got to hold a wand or use James’ cloak.
Harry had never gotten to live and now he never would.
And Sirius, who laid there with the lifeless body of the last of his family draped over him, couldn’t imagine anything worse than that.
*****
“What’s the good news?” Harry asked his dad. “Besides not having someone else’s soul in me still.”
“Close your eyes,” Dad said softly. He tightened his arm around Harry, holding him close. “Just for a moment then you can open them again.”
Harry took a deep breath and then closed his eyes.
“They’re closed,” he pointed out stupidly. “Now what?”
“Now open them, baby.”
That wasn’t his dad.
Harry opened his eyes and found himself face to face with identical eyes set in a terribly different face.
Lily Potter was beautiful. She was breathtaking and lovely and her face was so soft that Harry couldn’t resist lifting his hands to touch it, marveling that he could feel that softness beneath his fingers.
“Mum?” he whispered, tearing up.
Harry’s mum nodded and brought her hands up to Harry’s face, mimicking his actions.
“Oh, Harry,” Mum laughed even while she cried. “You’re amazing.”
Harry was openly crying when Mum wrapped her arms around him and pulled him off the bench directly in her lap. Dad slid off the bench and sat right beside them on the ground, his arms around them both.
Mum was frantically stroking Harry’s hair, whispering how much she loved him, Dad was holding them both close while his shoulders shook with silent cries, and Harry?
Harry knew he had died and actually went to heaven.
*****
“How kind of you to finally show yourself,” Wednesday scowled when Thing came crawling across the ground with her medical kit in his grasp. “Perhaps you missed the chaos, but your assistance was required.”
Thing placed the kit beside where Enid lay and began signing out an explanation for his cowardice.
“See?” Enid reached over to affectionately wipe soot from Thing’s knuckles. “He was helping. You’re a hero, Thing,” she added seriously.
Wednesday rolled her eyes while she began pulling out the needed supplies from her kit. Thing’s explanation of assisting students locked inside their dorms and classrooms was touching, too touching.
“Hold her hand so I can extract the bullet,” Wednesday ordered Thing after finding the saline solution to wash away the dried blood on Enid’s leg. Enid’s leg tensed up almost immediately and Wednesday put a hand on her thigh to keep her still.
“You have to relax,” she told her. “This is going to be terrible.”
“Well don’t sugar coat it,” Enid said with a nearly hysterical laugh.
“I never do,” Wednesday murmured. She carefully washed Enid’s leg off after she cut her pants to end just above the bullet wound. The bullet was lodged deeply and Wednesday was almost certain that Enid would have a permanent limp.
As soon as Wednesday had her operating field cleared and her tools in hand, she looked to ensure that Thing was holding Enid’s hand tightly.
“Do not move,” Wednesday ordered Enid briskly. “Scream and squeeze Thing if you must, but you cannot move.”
Enid nodded, her face as pale and colorless as Wednesday’s, and Wednesday began the excruciating task of removing the bullet.
Enid’s first scream was unbearable, she sounded as if she were dying. Wednesday looked up just enough to ensure that she was still breathing evenly then tried to quickly get the metal from her leg.
“Almost there… got it!” Wednesday gripped the bullet with the surgical forceps she had and pulled it out carefully before brandishing it for inspection. “You got lucky, it’s in one piece.”
Enid twisted her face in a mixture of disgust and pain.
“I feel really lucky,” she spat.
Wednesday took a steadying breath as she laid the bullet off to the side to clean and give Enid at another time.
“You should,” Wednesday said evenly. She began threading up a needle to stitch Enid’s wound. “You survived.”
And Harry did not were the unspoken and heavy words hanging between them.
*****
Morticia covered her mouth to stifle a sob as she fled from the library to the upstairs bedroom that was meant to belong to her newest child.
Gomez met her on the landing, his arms supporting her when Morticia could no longer support herself.
“Mi amor, what is it?” Gomez asked as he tenderly stroked Morticia’s back. “What has happened?”
“It’s Harry,” Morticia cried. “Larissa called, he’s been killed.”
“No!” Gomez gasped. He pulled away from Morticia just enough to see the truth in her eyes. “How?”
“I will tell you as soon as I make contact with his spirit,” Morticia assured Gomez. “Pray for his soul, amore mio, and I will find you when I am finished.”
Gomez kissed Morticia’s hand and looked up at her through dark eyes that reflected the loss Morticia felt in her heart.
“I will,” he swore. “Be safe on your journey, come home to me.”
With a final soft look of love for Gomez, Morticia swept up the stairs to what should be the bedroom for Harry.
Finding something that once belonged to him was a simple task, there was a small bag of belongings that Morticia had fetched on her recent journey to England. Gomez had told her they should burn it, purge Harry of reminders of those horrible people, but something had told Morticia that she should wait.
She could never have anticipated this being the cause behind that premonition.
Morticia sifted through the belongings until she found the sweatshirt that she had been envisioning. It was a baggy and grey garment, both unflattering and ill-suited for Harry’s frame, but it was the bloodstain on the hem of it that made it perfect for Morticia’s purposes.
The very same bloodstain that led Morticia to poison Vernon Dursley before leaving. Poor man, Morticia read in the Little Whinging Times that he suffered a massive heart attack the day after she left England, leaving behind a penniless widow and a son.
But those horrible people were no longer her problem, for now she had to focus on contacting Harry’s spirit and guiding him safely to an afterlife where he would find love and acceptance in the arms of his true parents.
Once Morticia returned to her study and had her circle completed, she closed her eyes and willed her spirit to seek out the spirit of Harry Potter.
“Mi amada, what is it?” Gomez was on his feet in an instant when Morticia drifted in their bedroom with a small smile on her lips.
“Harry is with James and Lily,” she informed him, once again falling gratefully in the sturdy arms of her soulmate. “And soon he will return to us.”
Gomez, darling Gomez who carried magic in his bloodline and yet had never understood it, looked startled.
“How is that possible?” he asked.
Morticia smiled at the images she had seen. Harry was blessed to receive the time with his parents, he was blessed to have such parents.
“They love him enough to send him back,” she said simply. “And Harry loves them enough to obey.”
*****
“I love you,” Harry told his parents. He looked from his mum on his left with her beautiful eyes and silky hair to his dad on his right with his handsome face and crooked smile. “I love you both so much.”
“And we love you,” Mum assured him. She held Harry’s hand in her lap and smiled at him in a way that made him feel like she was turning the sunlight directly on him.
“We love you more than anything,” Dad said. He squeezed Harry’s other hand and smiled over his head at Mum. “My perfect family.”
“Reunited at last,” Harry added quietly.
Mum hummed, her voice soft and musical, and smoothed her thumb across Harry’s hand.
“Not quite,” she said. Her lips curled up in a wistful smile when Harry turned to her, his stomach sinking with disappointment and fear.
“What’s that mean?” Harry asked. “I- I can stay here with you guys, right? I’m done now, aren’t I?”
“You could stay here,” Mum said slowly, choosing her words carefully. “But Magic owes you a favor, baby, and I think you should use it to go back to your life.”
“A favor?” Harry repeated, his voice rising with the beginnings of panic in it. “What does that mean?”
“It means you saved a lot of lives by dying to end Crackstone,” Dad explained. “He wouldn’t have rested until he had wiped out all of Magic’s children.”
“And mothers protect what protects their children,” Mum said with another sweet smile for Harry. “If you want to go back, I think you can.”
Harry looked between his parents a few times, his head swiveling back and forth to look at his mum then at his dad.
“I don’t want to go back,” Harry said firmly. “I want to stay with you.”
Mum reached over and put her hand on Harry’s cheek, stroking beneath his eye with her thumb and smiling prettily at him.
“You won’t go back to your cousin and those boys who love you?” she asked, filling Harry with a sense of guilt for his decision.
“You’d leave Sirius and everyone who cares about you behind?” Dad added, tripling Harry’s guilt.
Harry’s lower lip wobbled and he dropped his eyes down to his lap, hiding his tears from his parents.
“I want to stay here,” he said pathetically. “Please?”
Mum sighed heavily. “No,” she said decisively. “I love you too much to not let you have a life worth living.”
*****
Tyler eventually let Xavier lead him inside Nevermore. There were students filling the hallways, pale faced, terrified, and eyeing him with suspicion, but Tyler ignored them.
He didn’t care about them, he was only there for one student specifically.
“Are you ready?” Xavier asked him quietly when they stepped up to a smoke stained door with a plaque that read infirmary.
How could he be?
“Yeah,” Tyler said. His voice was wrecked from his screams of fury and his tears of anguish, but Xavier still understood him. Xavier held his hand tightly and used his free hand to open the door and step in the silent room.
There were four beds in there, but only one had the curtains drawn tight around it.
“Wait,” Tyler said, jerking on Xavier’s arm when he went to open the curtain. Tyler’s heart was racing and he didn’t know if he could handle it. “Just- just wait,” he told Xavier.
Xavier stared hard in Tyler’s eyes, probably seeing the raw pain and panic in them, and he raised his other hand toward Tyler’s shoulder before dropping it just short of actually touching him.
Whatever might have once been between them had died when Harry did and Tyler couldn’t mourn it because all his grief was consumed by thoughts of green eyes, blue bangs, and shy smiles.
“I’ll be right here,” Xavier assured him, their friendship still standing strong. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”
“What if I’m never ready?” Tyler asked faintly, his eyes locked on those innocent looking white curtains. “What if… what if I can’t look at him?”
Xavier stepped directly in front of Tyler and finally put both hands on him on the curve of his neck, forcing Tyler to meet his eyes.
“You can,” Xavier said. His expression was just as broken as Tyler felt, but at least he’d never be haunted by the guilt that Tyler carried.
“I know you can,” Xavier said again, his voice low and warm. “You didn’t kill him. This isn’t your fault, Ty.”
Tyler closed his eyes and jerked out of Xavier’s grip.
“Don’t call me that,” he snapped, unable to see the look of rejection on Xavier’s face. “Don’t ever call me that.”
The last two people who called him that had both loved him and they were both dead.
“I won’t, I’m sorry,” Xavier said, a clip to his tone. “I’m going in there though.”
Tyler watched Xavier slip between the curtains and took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was going to see.
The sound of pain from Xavier sent a fresh wave of guilt that nearly knocked Tyler to his knees, but it wasn’t anything he didn’t deserve.
*****
Harry felt so peaceful, so completely content, and yet his mum was saying he couldn’t stay.
“If Magic owes me a favor, can’t I use it to stay?” Harry asked plaintively. He didn’t want to pout, but Harry was sort of desperate.
Mum smiled gently at him. “No mother will let a child die when there’s a chance for him to live.”
“I’m already dead!” Harry cried, jumping to his feet and immediately regretting the loss of feeling his parents’ hands on him. “I AM ALREADY DEAD!”
Harry had his life electrocuted from him once and his heart stabbed through - nobody got more dead than Harry. Harry was sick of dying and then being sent back; he wanted to be done.
“Please, Mum?” Harry asked, turning to his mother and giving in to the pout. “I want to stay with you.”
“Baby…” Mum got up and put her hands on Harry’s shoulder, barely standing much taller than him, and stared solemnly in his eyes. “We are always with you.”
“In my heart, right?” Harry asked, unable to hold his mum’s eyes while he spoke so rudely to her. He looked down at the ground and frowned. “Only in my heart.”
“And now in your memories—”
“And the stories that others can share,” Dad piped up helpfully. His smile had dimmed some when Harry glanced at him, but his eyes were still glittering with joy. “You have photos and now you have memories, those are going to have to hold you over for…”
“About another hundred years,” Mum said firmly. Her soft fingers squeezed gently on Harry’s shoulders, prompting him to look back up at her.
“Baby, we’re always here for you,” she said sweetly. “But you can’t stay here. Not when you have an option.”
“Except I don’t have a bloody option, do I?” Harry snapped, glaring and cursing at his mother in what was undoubtedly the most disrespectful thing he’d ever done. “You’re just telling me what to do!”
Dad laughed loudly and a quiet giggle escaped Mum’s mouth. Her laugh was lovely and it made Harry’s lips curl up at the edges despite his fear of having to leave them.
If Harry did have to leave, he’d take his mum’s laugh with him to… well, apparently not the grave.
Nobody seemed to have much luck getting Harry there in the first place.
“She’s your mum, that’s what mum’s do,” Dad said. His arm was stretched out across the back of the bench he sat on and he wiggled his eyebrows ridiculously when Harry looked at him. “Lils is scary, kid, she’ll find a way to ground you from the afterlife.”
“I will,” Mum sniffed. Her playfully haughty expression softened when Harry glanced up miserably at her. “Honey, this isn’t forever,” she promised.
“Third times the charm, you reckon?” Harry muttered.
Dad laughed again and hopped up to ruffle Harry’s hair affectionately.
“You do have the Potter cheek in there!” he cried with a wide smile. “My boy!”
Harry looked from his dad to his mum and felt his heart sink when a now familiar ache was in his stomach.
“I have to go, don’t I?” Harry asked sadly. His heart ached more when neither of them denied it. “Even though I want to stay?”
Mum smiled softly and traced the side of Harry’s face with her gentle fingers.
“You don’t want to stay,” she said, ignoring Harry when he made a sound of protest. “You want to go back to your friends and your cousin. You go live a whole life and then come tell us about it in a hundred years, okay?”
Harry accepted a long hug from both of his parents before he nodded.
“Okay, Mum,” Harry smiled at her despite the tears trailing down his face. He smiled at his dad too. “I love you guys.”
“We love you,” Dad said with his crooked smile, wrapping his arm around Mum’s waist.
“And we’ll tell you again in a hundred years, not a day sooner!” Mom added.
Harry felt himself being pulled away and decided to take his last second to memorize his parents standing there, eyes glittering with love and tears, their arms around each other, smiling at him.
He’d see them again, but maybe not too soon.
*****
Wednesday had Enid’s arm around her shoulders as she assisted her to the infirmary after stitching up her leg wound.
More accurately, Wednesday pretended to be assisting Enid while silently knowing she wouldn’t be able to make the walk on her own.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Enid said quietly, her voice weak from exhaustion and pain. She had held up just as strongly as Wednesday was beginning to expect of her during the stitching, but no person was invincible. Enid held Wednesday’s gaze evenly when Wednesday flicked her eyes to the side.
The hallways were empty, the students were congregating in the cafeteria with the staff while Weems made calls to parents, and it was suddenly too quiet.
Enid’s lips twitched to a side and small smile, a far cry from her usual bubbling joy.
“It isn’t your fault,” she said again. She repeated herself when Wednesday had to look away. “It isn’t your fault.”
Wednesday pushed her arm off her shoulders, the weight crushing her. Enid stumbled but caught herself on a nearby wall.
“Shut up,” Wednesday warned her.
“It’s not your fault,” Enid said again, idiotically pushing the issue that Wednesday was content to ignore. “It isn’t, Wednesday.”
Enid reached out for her, her face open and filthy and so unbearably concerned.
“You didn’t have a—”
“THERE IS ALWAYS A CHOICE!” Wednesday shouted, slapping her hand away. Her chest heaved and her eyes clouded over. “I chose wrong! I CHOSE WRONG!”
She chose wrong.
Wednesday sank to the floor and her mind finally snapped.
She chose wrong.
She never should have listened to James Potter when he said it would free Harry.
There was a spark in Harry’s eyes just before the life fled from his eyes, a small spark of Harry.
Then it was gone.
“I chose wrong,” Wednesday sobbed, tucking her head between her knees and swearing pain and misery on anyone who saw her being so weak.
“I chose wrong.”
Wednesday, who had spent sixteen years of her life being so convinced in her rightness, had chosen wrong. She’d been so wrong lately, about everything.
And she couldn’t handle knowing she was wrong about Harry as well.
Enid slid to the floor beside Wednesday and put a hand on the back of her head, saying nothing and simply wanting her to know she was there.
It was entirely irrelevant and Wednesday appreciated it.
The two of them sat there for what felt like hours; Wednesday crying and Enid comforting her with a simple touch.
They might have stayed there for an eternity, Wednesday certainly had no desire to do anything ever again, but they were interrupted by a silver dog that had to be created with magic.
“What the heck is this?” Enid breathed, causing Wednesday to look up and see the giant dog.
“Wednesday, hurry,” Sirius Black’s voice came from the dog, thrumming with excitement. “It’s Harry. He’s- he’s fucking alive!”