9. The two James and who to pity
The golden trio apparated to the newly restored Burrow. Molly Weasley and Ginny had prepared a fresh meal, or more so, feast. Harry hugged Ginny, but only after Hermione and Ginny gave each other the biggest hugs.
"I missed you so much, Ginny!" Hermione told her.
"And same to you." Ginny replied.
"Come eat this fresh food before it gets cold!" Molly Weasley instructed.
"Oh we will!" Ron said gleefully.
They ate and ate and ate. Finally Harry excused himself from the table.
"Are you alright, Harry, dear?" Molly asked.
"Yes I'm fine." Harry replied and walked away. He sat down on his old bed from when he used to stay with the weasleys' in the summer. "Oh dad, I miss you." He said, starting to cry. "James reminded me so much of you. It must be as awful for you to see me like this as it is for me to be like this." Harry stopped though. Dumbledore's kind words replayed in his head like a broken record.
"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living." Dumbledore had once told him.
Harry's mind shifted back to James. The living one. The one who didn't remember anyone or anything and not even himself. Poor James.
Another tear fell down Harry's face.