HEART LIKE YOURS | H.POTTER

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"We can't, Ana," Remus said, coming into the dining room. The Order was behind him.

"What do you mean we can't?" Diana asked, looking at the man.

"No one can travel freely between the two worlds, as it is a one-way trip," Remus explained.

"So—you're saying my father's—body is stuck in the veil," Diana said her voice breaking.

"I'm sorry, Ana," Remus said, sadly. He grabbed Joanna's hand from behind him. "I wish we could do something,"

Diana scrunched up her face in anger, before letting out a yell and pushing everything off the table. She bolted out of the room and up the stairs, before slamming her door shut.

Diana let out a scream of rage as she picked up books and little objects in her room and threw them at the wall. She picks up the photo of her father, her, and Sam dancing at Christmas and throws it at the wall, making it shatter.

Loud sobs ripped through her throat as she sank to the floor. She curled into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest, laying in the middle of her room.

It felt like hours passed painfully slow, her red and puffy eyes stared at the shattered photo on the floor. Her father's smiling face danced in a vision.

Then it suddenly hit. Like a train.

Her father was really dead and not coming back. She was never going to see his smile ever again, never going to dance with him, hear his laughter. All the plans they made were never going to happen.

She didn't register that her door opened and a pair of strong familiar arms lifted her up and cuddled her. She clutched the person's arms and started sobbing.

"He's gone. He's actually gone," She sobbed.

"I know, love. Shh, it's alright." Harry said, smoothing her hair. "It's okay. It's okay,"

"He's dead. He's dead. My dad's dead. And I'm never going to see him again," She cried, gripping her boyfriend tightly. "He's not coming back. I—I could have saved him—I could have reached out for him, pulled him back to me, but—"

"Dia, love, nothing we could have done could have saved him," Harry said, tears running down his face.

"We could have saved him, Harry!" Diana said. "He's not coming back, Harry, he's not coming back,"

Harry tightened his arms around her. "I know, love. I know."

He let her sob her heart out, just holding her in his arms. His own tears streamed down his face, his own grief seeping out into the room, mixing with his girlfriend's. After a while, Diana's sobs stopped, replaced by sniffles and the occasional hiccups.

"It feels like I'm going to die," Diana says, her voice cracking as she shifts in his arms.

"Love..." Harry breathed, reaching out and wiping away a stray tear.

"It feels like something is cutting off my airways, preventing me from breathing. The stabbing pain in my heart is never going to stop. Harry, I would do anything to get his body back."

Harry shook his head. "You know you can't. It's impossible."

"I know." Her voice broke. "I would sacrifice myself to get it back, just so Sam can bury his dad's body.

"Dia..."

"I would do it, not just for me, but Sam and Mum, and Remus. If there was a way, Harry, I would take his place in a heartbeat."

Harry tightened his arms around her. "I know. I know you would."

Another comfortable silence fell between them for a moment before Diana sat up in his arms. "I love you, Harry,"

"I love you, too," Harry smiled, before leaning in and kissing her gently.

Diana pulled away, smiling, and stood up with Harry following her. She went over to the broken picture frame and picked it up, carefully shaking the pieces of glass and spilling them on the floor.

"I need a new frame," She said, turning towards her boyfriend. She set the frame on her bedside table and turned to him. "There was one thing, I never told my dad. I never told him that we were dating,"

Harry chuckled. "Oh, he knew. He threatened to curse me if I ever hurt you,"

"Sounds like dad," Diana nodded, smiling. "Hey, Harry?"

"Yes, love?"

"Do you want to dance?" Diana asked, moving towards him.

Harry furrowed his brows. "What?"

"Do you want to dance? With me, of course," Diana said. She flicked on the small radio in her room. Soft music went alive in the room.

Harry nodded, wrapped one arm around her waist, and took hold of her hand. Diana wrapped her arm around his shoulder as they began to sway around. The blonde laughed, feeling a bit better as Harry dipped her before being her back up. Unknown to them, Joanna and Remus were standing in the doorway, watching them with smiles on their faces.