Jahan Poddar ⚽ James Potter (jahan) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2017-10-31 21:33:00 |
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Jahan woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat. The nightmare wasn't the weirdest thing--the weirdest thing was the moment of disorientation that followed in which he was certain he was James Potter, and that he had just been murdered. As he lay dazed in his bed, Jahan's thoughts were a jumbled mess caught somewhere between his own mind and James'--had that really all just been a dream? Were Lily and Harry okay? But he could still feel an indescribable tightness--almost like a current--in his chest, as if a doctor had just used a defibrillator on him, but for the exact opposite purpose. How would he feel that if the killing curse hadn't really happened? Was this what happened after you died--you just turned up in some otherworldly version of your own bed? Jahan rolled over and was relieved to see Lily beside him. But this wasn't Lily, and he wasn't James, and their child wasn't Harry. This was Calla. He was Jahan. Their daughter was Dahlia, and she was asleep. Jahan sat up, head spinning; somehow, he still didn't feel completely sure of his identity. Grasping his chest, Jahan rose, making his way to Dahlia's room. Watching her sleep was the one thing that finally rooted him back in reality. This was his daughter, and she was fine. They were fine. It took every ounce of self control not to lift Dahlia right now and hug her to him. The only thing that stopped him, really was his awareness that she would be startled and frightened and would undoubtedly cry. Still, Jahan laid a gentle hand on Dahlia's back, resting his cheek against her crib, letting the warmth of her tiny body and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest soothe him. Jahan kept his eyes fixed on her sleeping, peaceful face, letting that steady him. After indeterminable minutes passed by, Jahan returned to his bedroom; Calla was still asleep, but Jahan knew there was no hope of returning to bed himself. He picked up his phone to help him pass the hours and was surprised to find a text from Vee there, sent only about a half hour ago: J-- Call me when you wake up. --V. Worry rose in him anew, and Jahan got out of bed once again and descended into the living room, out of Calla and Dahlia's earshot. "Vee?" Jahan asked in a tense voice when the ringing stopped. |