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Harry was looking at the photo with tear-filled eyes.
Amara hadn't been kind at all, before Dean used his superpower and persuaded her to step back from destroying the world—again.
His parents' album, the first of Harry's relics, was completely ruined. And of all the photos, the one of him and his parents was completely ruined, burned by the flames of Amara's rage.
"Harry?" Hermione sat down next to Harry, gently grasping his hand.
"I can't fix this." Harry sniffed. “It is broken, ruined, and I can’t do anything about it.”
Hermione sighed, hugging Harry. “I’m sorry, Harry.”
Harry let himself be hugged by Hermione, his eyes still focused on his parents’ burned photo.
***
“I didn’t forget about you.”
Harry startled, turning to see Amara standing in front of him.
“What?” He asked, blinking.
“I brought Mary back for Dean and Sam, because they helped me.” Amara nodded. “But Dean knew Mary. You never met them.”
“Them?” Harry gulped. “You mean…”
“I apologize for what I did to your album.” Amara said. “Family is really important.”
She disappeared, and then the candles flickered, like if someone was coming.
“Harry?”
Harry turned, holding his breath for the voice he heard only in his dreams.
“You’re really here.” Harry held back his tears. “You’re here!”
“Always.” Was the answer he received, before being hugged and held by two people he never thought he’d met in his entire life.