Minutes later, Izzy was on my bed, while I tried to mend her throat.
“Chip.”
Albus passed me a small square chip. Izzy recognized it automatically.
“Tracker,” she said. “What’s it for?”
“So we know where you are and when you need help,” I replied.
“Is it gonna- OUCH!”
“Sorry!” I exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to, I swear-”
“It’s fine, Rose,” Izzy said. “I forgive you.”
“Okay,” I said. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Izzy repeated.
“Anyways,” I said when I finished Izzy’s neck, “What did Mum mean when she said ‘She’s the daughter of Voldemort’ ? Is it true?”
“I-” Izzy started. “I- yes.”
“You swear over his dead body?”
“I swear over his live body.”
“Live? But he’s dead!” Albus said. “My Dad destroyed all of his Horcruxes!”
“So he thought,” Izzy said, frowning. “But there was one he missed.”
“What?” Harry came in.
“Izzy says you missed a Horcrux, Dad,” James said.
“Is it true?” Albus asked.
At first Harry didn’t answer. But then he cried out.
“I couldn’t kill a baby!” he cried. “She was the last one, but I didn’t have the guts to kill her! I should’ve killed her when I had the chance! Before he came back!”
He turned to me.
“I couldn’t kill her.” he said. “I couldn’t kill that beautiful baby girl.”
Harry looked at Izzy.
“And she’s standing in this very room.”