You and James were married and were expecting your first baby that you always wanted, you were 5 months pregnant, everything was fine, until one fateful and cursed day...

you woke up in the middle of the night with sharp pains in your stomach, immediately, you woke James up and asked him to take you to the hospital, there was a blood stain on your sheet...

you went to the hospital in a hurry, the doctors tried to do everything for your baby to survive. You no longer had a baby in your belly, but you still had hope that the baby was okay. you were in the hospital bed, James was sitting in a chair next to you, holding your hand tightly, until a nurse came in

"Excuse me, Mr and Mrs Potter..."

you both looked hopefully at the nurse, but her expression was sad

"I'm sorry Madam, but... you suffered a miscarriage, your baby passed away, I'm sorry..."