He gasped and covered his mouth. His face turned pale and he muttered against his hand, "I think I'm gonna be sick." He stumbled to his feet and ran into his bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Norah pulled herself to her feet as she heard the sound of retching.

James went rigid and stopped, passing out. Harry stopped moving, still holding Ginny to him with all his strength as she kicked in his arms. Ginny let out a yell, fighting to get to her unconscious son, “LET GO OF ME! DAMN IT!” Harry let go of Ginny, stumbling backwards. He was at loss for breath, even though he had done nothing except hold his wife to him and stare in disbelief. He blinked as his son lay unconscious on the ground. Did he just make a prophecy? About him, Harry?

He heard the professor's sympathetic voice, almost in a whisper, "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Potter." James heard feet storming about the kitchen and the sudden jerk of a chair, squealing across the tile floor. Harry was kicking a chair, James knew it. Moments later he heard his father's voice. He was muttering curses as he walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs, not even seeing James. Harry let out a yell that made James shake, "God damn it!"