her breath gets stuck on her throat as soon as she hears his voice. she should have known better, but then again, how could she? there was a time, it seemed too far away now, where she would have recognized him by step alone — the way in which he paces, the knock on the door. she’d have known his mannerisms, and the way that his body moves. THAT IS IN THE PAST NOW, and in the future she still knows his voice, still feels a tug on the left side of her chest. his voice still feels like a REMINDER — of what they were, of what they could have been, of what they have lost.       ❛   don’t —- don’t worry about it, it’s alright.   ❜    she says, swallowing past the lump in her throat and the tears in her eyes    (   she misses him so much   ). 

          scarlett takes a deep breath before walking towards the cradle, not looking at him as she does that. it’s not that she’s afraid. it’s just that —- she doesn’t want him to see the look on his eyes. she doesn’t want him to know that she’s thinking of sirius. they both know how that ended up the last time they talked about it. she takes the stuffed niffler before finally turning around and walking towards him.   ❛   here. it’s — it’s her favorite.  ❜  she says, tugging at the animal as if it would somehow apparate her how of there.  ❛  henry — could you — could you zip my dress for me?   ❜