Harry's POV

We're both crying when I ask it. "How long does she have left?"
He says that if the treatment works it could be up to 5 years : if not then 1 and a half. Maximum.Then they leave and give us time alone.

As soon as they leave she buries her face in my chest, balling up my shirt in her fists. I want to cry, but I have to stay strong for her. I lean my forehead on her head and stroke her hair, trying to get her to relax a bit more.

Eventually she calms down and just cries silently. She looks up at me, her eyes red raw from crying and afraid. "Why me?" she says, "why do I have to die? I don't want to die." She bursts into tears again and I just hold her close, its all I can really do. "If I could do anything to trade places with you right now I would. Molly, I love you so much."
"I love you to Harry."

She goes to try the therapy while I ring her family. They weren't happy.

Oh, and guess what, the treatments didn't work. She has 1 1/2 years left, and I want to make them the best 1 1/2 years ever.

Notes

Hope you guys like it!

Emz
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