Harry's POV:

I haven't talked to my mother since dad's funeral. She hasn't left her room that much either. So I figured I should go talk to her before leaving the palace, who knows? I may not come back.

I knocked on the master bedroom, I heard a faint "who is this?" Her voice was so low and kinda throaty.

"It's me, mother. Harry." I said loudly for her to hear me.

"Come in" she replied and I took a deep breath and got in.

She was sitting on a chair by the window. She looked so tiny in the big chair. I was sure she lost a lot of weight in the past week.

I noticed that I was still standing by the door staring.

So I cleared my throat; it was so dry for some reason. And I took a seat on the chair opposite of her.

"How are you feeling, mother?" I asked her, noticing sadly her swollen lips, red eyes and tired skin.

She turned her face for the first time from the window since I got here to look at me. I felt guilty under her hard gaze.

"You're bringing a war to the country, how do you think I am?" She asked me with an somehow angry tone.

"Mom I.." I tried to explain but she cut me.

"No. Don't say a word. I understand. Your father would have done the same if he'd been here." She took a deep breath and exhaled it; she was holding her tears in front of me I could tell.

"But let me tell you something son," she continued "the war is as bad for the winner as it is for the loser. No good comes out of it."

"They want the war, mother. Not us." I said referring to the Irish.

She nodded her head. "Regardless of who wants it Harold. You're starting it."

I stayed silent.

"I want you to promise me something." She looked into my eyes deeply and I  mumbled "Anything." And I meant it.

"Promise me that you'll take care of yourself, and that you will try your hardest to bring every kid; every soldier back to his family." She told me with tears streaming down her cheeks, no sound. Just tears falling. And I was silent again for a second.

"I will." I finally said.

I didn't know if it was the emotional state I'd been in, or the fact that I didn't know if I'd see my mother again. But I knew; in that moment, I was done lying to my mom.

"Mother, I want to tell you something." I took a deep breath.

She nodded her head questionably.

"I'm gay." I didn't know how to drop this bomb gracefully.

It's true I was bisexual. But I thought every bi woman or man had the right to call themselves gay; or whatever they want. Labelling themselves however the fuck they want. Or maybe not putting a single label on their sexuality. It's up to them actually. It's up to us.

She smiled. Oh God she fucking smiled.

She put her hand on my cheek; to wipe my tears, I didn't even notice I was crying.

"I know baby. I know."

I didn't say a word. Didn't ask her how or when or what. I just fell into her arms. Not wanting to ruin this moment with talking.

Hugging her, with her hand on my hair like she used to do when I was kid, always calmed my soul.

Cause I know in her arms, I'm safe and loved. 

And for the first time since dad died, I felt happy. I felt that I was the lucky one.

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A/N: I wish every parent would be as accepting as Harry's mom is. But unfortunately that's not happening rn.

I'm sorry it was another kinda emotional chapter. But the whole story is actually. Life isn't always rainbow and sunshine.

Hope you like it. Thanks for reading <3

Love you x