James Potter POV
"Potter...." Cassiopeia Greene spoke, and I looked at her in surprise. She swayed on her feet, all while staring at me. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fell on the ground. I dropped beside her and shook her. She didn't stir, telling me she had fainted or such, and so I lay her on the floor. She started to writhe back and forth as if in a nightmare, and beads of sweat pooled on her forehead. I shivered when Cassie suddenly yelled, "No James! Please no!" And started crying. What was she seeing? She started screaming my name over and over, traumatized, and curling into a ball as if in pain.
"I'm right here, Cassie! I'm right here!" A single tear fell onto her pale face, even though I knew she couldn't hear me. She called out to Lily, warning her about something, and then started screaming again. "Not Lily! Leave her alone! Please!" Her screams attracted many of the students. Suddenly I felt Cassie tense and turn, sobbing silently. She stayed tense for a little over thirty seconds. She relaxed and smiled sadly. "Oh, Harry." She whispered. Who was Harry?
(Me:your son! Duh!!!)
Why was Harry so important? More tears fell from her face. Her head jerked, and her eyes opened. They locked onto my face, and she took a large intake of breath.
"He lives." She said. I was confused.
"Who?" I asked.
"Your son, Harry."