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Tweak says, "They're coming for us, Francis"

Lily had wanted to see Harry from the moment James had told her their son was here. She'd sat patiently through his explanations about their futures, about the version of their son that did exist here, all of it. Naturally, Lily had been quite emotional through it all, but she'd also held firm to her conviction that Harry was what mattered. If she and James weren't meant to make it out of the war, she needed her son to survive and to thrive and not just because he might be the chosen one to defeat Voldemort once and for all.

There had still be tears, of course, and she had needed a little time to collect herself. She'd needed the comfort of being with James for a little while, but it didn't take long for that need to see Harry to emerge once more or for her to seek him out. As difficult as it was to wrap her mind around the boy who she'd just held in her arms as an infant hours before now being a grown man, she was desperate to see him, to meet the man her little boy had become and assure herself that he truly was all right. It wasn't that she didn't believe her husband, of course. She just needed to see it with her own eyes, too.

Harry, grown as he was, was a busy man with a very important job, which meant it did take some doing to manage a little time with him. Finally, there was an assurance that he would be at the flat he shared with his friends and she made her way there from the one she and James had been assigned, smoothing an invisible wrinkle with one hand as the other lifted to knock on the door.