A Loving Reminder
I watched as a short young man strode out of Hogwarts, towards Hogsmeade Village. There was sorrow etched onto his features, as if that pain would forever be a part of him. Yet, his brilliant green eyes shone with relief.
All was deathly quiet- the owls didn't hoot; the tell-tale swish of cloaks was absent. It was as though someone had cast a Silencing Charm over the whole village.
Unaware that I was watching him, the man walked purposefully, yet wearily. He made his way through the charred ruins of Hogsmeade, picking a path through splintered wood and shattered glass.
He turned off the main road, and neared the one building that was more or less intact- my pub. The board announcing it to be TheHog'sHead; looked like something that had once been dazzling white and proud, but had slowly faded into disrepair and ignominy.
'Potter!' I called in a raspy voice from an upstairs window. 'Was it Albus' famous love again?
He looked up. 'It's Harry, to you Mr Dumbledore. I owe you my life.'
'Fine-Harry. Was it? Was it love?' I asked again, impatiently.
Harry regarded me silently. No doubt my wiry grey beard and matching hair reminding him of the other Dumbledore, he'd known.
'It was, Mr Dumbledore.' He replied, 'Your brother was right. Love defeated Tom Riddle.'
'You trust his every word, eh?' I asked laughing bitterly. This boy was closer to my brother than I had ever been.
'He's usually right; working towards the Greater Good' Harry smiled sadly.
I found myself nodding in absent agreement.
'Come in, boy. You deserve a Butterbeer.' I invited him.
'Why don't you come out?' You've been reclusive for so long. The sun is out. Enjoy it.' he told me.
'You're seventeen, boy. It's not your place to tell me what to do.'
'I suppose I shouldn't be duelling Dark wizards either, then?' he replied, attempting humour.
I chuckled, making my way downstairs, 'Point taken.'
We walked back to Hogwarts silently- each wrapped in his own thoughts.
That day that I spent at Hogwarts, after the War, I realised something.
Harry, like my brother, was a born leader.
He was as humble as he was brave; seeing the best in the worst of us. He loved as easily as he breathed- and he reminded me that it was love that would keep Albus with me forever.
Author's Note: Written for the Written for the tGELF Budding Editors Competition in school.
This my first attempt at writing Harry (like properly) so please be nice! It's almost the same as what I wrote for the competition thingie we had at school, because I loved it so much, that it stayed imprinted in my mind.
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