Foundations of Decacy, chapter 3, is up!

featuring: gringotts! goblins! letters from dead parents! emotions galore!

Not for the first time in his life, Harry wished fervently that he could close his eyes tight and wake up in the middle of his parents, enclosed in their arms. Every time that he’d done this so far, he was able to picture two blobs—only acquiring a shape after Christmas of first year—but not this time. This time, the only feeling he was left with was a faint echo of melancholy and grief. A feeling of emptiness in one corner of his chest.

It didn’t matter how long he stayed like that, eyes squeeze shut to the point of pain, praying and praying and praying . No one came. He was still alone. And that’s how he fell asleep—clutching two pieces of parchment that held the broken pieces of his heart.