JAMES POTTER AND THE VAULT OF DESTINIES

25. THOSE WHO STAYED BEHIND

       Denniston Dolohov chose to remain in America, at least for a time.

       An envoy from the Crystal Mountain had met Harry Potter and the rest on the docks that very night—the Night of the Unveiling, as it soon came to be called. Benjamin Franklyn was among the representatives from the American wizarding government, as was Professors Jackson and, to James' surprise, Persephone Remora, who was looking decidedly less composed than usual. Together, they extended their official condolences to Percy, Audrey, and Molly for their loss. Percy accepted this somewhat blankly, as if he was in shock. Audrey refused to look at her visitors or anyone else. Her eyes were red and swollen as she hugged Molly to her. Molly, James noticed, was sucking the first two fingers of her right hand—something she hadn't done since she was five years old.

       Next, the envoy acknowledged Harry and Titus' innocence in the death of Senator Charles Filmore, but warned that this would be rather harder to prove to the Magical Integration Bureau. Franklyn vowed to do his diplomatic best on their behalf, but made no promises.

       Finally, the envoy turned their attention to Denniston Dolohov, who had Side-Along Apparated directly to the harbor with Percy Weasley. James was surprised at what they said. They officially requested that Dolohov remain with them for the immediate future to help with the security and ambassadorial demands of the coming days and weeks. Being an expert on Muggle/magical security, as well as a Squib who had been raised among Muggles, Dolohov was just the sort of individual to assist in the daunting task at hand—that of protecting the city of New Amsterdam and explaining its existence to the Muggle New Yorkers beneath it. Somewhat reluctantly (although not, James suspected, as reluctantly as he let on), Dolohov agreed.

       James would have liked to have had more time to say goodbye to his friends, but it was an emergency situation and he understood.

       'Bye Zane,' he said, reaching to shake the boy's hand where they stood on the dark pier. 'The ship will be here any moment, so…'

       Zane threw an arm around James' shoulders and drew him into a fierce embrace. When he released his friend, Zane's face was pale and tense. 'This changes everything, doesn't it?'

       James shrugged and then nodded. 'That's what Merlin said back when the Vault was first broken into.'

       'Do you think the old man's really gone for good?'

       James did. He nodded.

       'See you, James,' Ralph sighed. 'I wish I didn't have to stay behind.'

       'You'll be back soon enough,' James assured him. 'Just be careful. Things are like to be pretty dodgy around here for the next bit.'

       Ralph nodded morosely. 'I know it probably won't be much better back home, but still… this is where it's all beginning. I'd really love to just put the whole mess behind me for awhile.'

       'Sorry,' James said seriously. 'I know. Try to get home soon.'

       A foghorn echoed over the dark water of the harbor. James turned and saw the silhouette of a low ship approaching, weaving its way through the much larger ships moored nearby. Soon, the magical ship—not the Gwyndemere this time—would be at the dock. He and his family would climb the gangplank to its deck, leaving the rest of his traveling companions behind. His heart was low as he turned back to his friends once more.

       'Take care of yourselves,' he said. 'We can keep up via the Shard. You have mine and I can use Dad's. Don't forget.'

       'We won't,' Ralph assured him. 'Tell Rose and the rest we said hi.'

       James rolled his eyes, dreading the task of explaining all of this to Rose, but he nodded anyway.

       The ship swept slowly into position alongside the pier. Ropes thumped to the dock and were secured to nearby bollards. The gangplank appeared.

       It took only a few minutes for the Potters and Weasleys to climb aboard. Apart from a few hastily packed bags gathered by James' mum, they had left most of their things behind, abandoned, at least for now.

       Shortly, the ship was underway, gliding smoothly across the black waves beneath a cloudy night sky. James and Albus' owls, Nobby and Flynn, had flown to meet them at the pier and now circled the ship like silent kites, alighting occasionally on the ship's masts. James leaned against the stern railing and watched. The New York skyline was eerily dark, lit only by the relatively dimmer lights of New Amsterdam.

       'Why do you think she did it?' James asked quietly. Next to him, also leaning on the railing, Albus shrugged.

       'To save Dad and Titus. Right?'

       James shook his head vaguely. 'I don't know.' He thought for a long moment, and then said, 'She could have done it some other way. Don't you think? She could have… I don't know… battled Morgan right there on the street and broken her spell over the helicopter. Or perhaps she could have just thought all those W.U.L.F. killers to death. She can do that kind of thing, you know. She doesn't even need a wand.'

       Albus nodded. 'Yeah,' he agreed doubtfully. 'But I guess she'd just had enough with death. Don't you think?'

       James sighed deeply. He thought of the journey Judith had forced them to take through the Nexus Curtains —all the killings and mayhem she had made them witness, all the loved ones murdered for the sake the struggle against evil. Even that had been part of Judith's plan, pushing Petra to make her final, ultimate decision.

       'She wasn't just trying to save Dad,' James finally said. 'She was trying to change it all. It was probably a huge mistake… and it'll probably end in even more death… but maybe she was just tired of things being the way they are. Maybe this was just her final act of rejection.'

       Albus frowned. 'Rejection of what?'

       James shook his head. 'Everything,' he said grimly. 'Just… everything.'

       Albus considered this. After a minute, he stirred and dug his hand into his back pocket.

       'Here,' he said, holding something out to James.

       'My wand,' James said, taking the wooden shaft from his brother's hand. 'You found it down on the Clutch field?'

       Albus shrugged and leaned on the railing again. 'I thought you'd want it. I went looking for it after you lot went dimension-hopping.'

       James shook his head slowly. 'I'll never figure you out, little brother,' he said appreciatively.

       'Don't even try,' Albus replied.

       James nodded and rejoined his brother, leaning on the railing and watching the oily black waves.

       Below-decks, James knew, his mum was putting Lily to bed, probably singing a nighttime song to her just as if everything was normal. Elsewhere, possibly in the captain's quarters, his father and Titus Hardcastle were discussing what was to come. Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey had gone down to their berth immediately, doomed to sleep in the same ship that bore their dead daughter. Molly had already been asleep by then, held in her mother's arms. James guessed that Aunt Audrey would probably not let go of her for the entire night, but would sleep sitting upright on the bed, leaning against the headboard, taking what comfort she could from the sleeping breath of her surviving child.

       Lucy was dead. It struck James as completely impossible and ridiculous. Reluctantly, he replayed the memory of her last moments, recalled the horrible helplessness of watching Judith raise her hand with murder in her eyes. Lucy had been trying to save Izzy, and had acted almost without thinking, rushing forward into the teeth of her own doom.