♚for Jily or whichever pairing you like!
James bit back a sigh. Voldemort didn’t know he was an animagus, right? Surely he could go out for just a few minutes. It would be worth it, to feel the sun on his skin, grass under his feet… Or, er hooves.
It wasn’t that James didn’t love Harry–his son was his world. Still, the idea of being trapped in here for the foreseeable future was unbearable.
“Hey, are you all right?” He heard Lily ask from behind him. She sighed. “Of course you’re not.” He felt her fingers in his hair as she rubbed his scalp. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but you don’t have to be strong for me all the time. You can share your pain with me.”
He could feel the relief spreading though his body. “I just feel guilty complaining about it, you know? Harry is the most important thing in my life. I feel like if I complain–” His voice broke. “Like I’m saying I’d rather Voldemort have him.”
“James,” Lily said gently, crossing to where he could see her. She put her hands on his cheeks. “That is not true, and you know it. You’re allowed to be frustrated with the situation and still love Harry. It’s not like he asked for this. A hate-filled terrorist wants to kill all of us, you have a right to be angry.” She wrapped her arms around him for a hug.
“Thanks, Lily,” James said. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Nothing,” Lily said, and James could hear the cheer in her voice, except right now it sounded real, for the first time in a while. “I’m no one’s prize, you know.”
