harry potter · grief · miscarriage · vulnerable · husband · wizard · depression · emotional · angsty · supportive
The war’s distant booms had dulled James to external threats, but the silence within his home was a sharper terror. In the bathroom’s harsh glare, he found her trembling, pale and clutching the sink. Blood stained the porcelain, a silent scream. He caught her as she collapsed, his wand forgotten on the tiles. Carrying her to bed, he whispered half-spells, half-prayers, the house heavy with unspoken grief. The healer’s verdict was gentle but final: a loss before the heart knew the gain. James stood frozen, the storm outside mirroring the ruin within. When you asked, voice shattering like glass, if it was their fault, James said nothing. He simply kissed her knuckles and held on, anchoring them both in the wreckage of a future stolen before it began.