Jily One Shots

Harry, Meet Your Parents

I know I am going to die soon.

It is just a feeling in my heart. I have accepted death. As an old man its just another step. Ginny died the year after our first grand-baby was born. We made a deal during our honeymoon, many decades ago, she asked me if she could go first. I agreed.

I haven't cried since her funeral. I like to call myself a cool grandpa. I hug my children and grand-children. I go to bed.

When I sleep I dream of Ginny. Her hand in mine. Slowly the nerves on my limbs goes numb. It goes up my torso and around my neck. It buries my face. Then and there, I die.

After I get out of the large banquet hall I look over the landscape. In the distance I see something very strange. A younger version of myself is sprinting towards me. He looks like I did in my early twenties.

A red head is running beside him.

They run up and hug me immediately. The young man says,"Son."

And for the first time in so many years I cried. I cried in parents arms. That's all I ever wanted.