He’s your father. You were just born, your mother Ginny holding you.

“Hold them.” Ginny said softly, holding her wailing child.

Harry frantically shook his head. It has been years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Years since Voldemort’s downfall. But the trauma still remains. Harry believes so strongly that everyone he touched died. Fred. Snape. Dumbledore. The listen went on.

“It’s okay.” Ginny said “Hold them”