Written for Allie Caulfield's Coldplay Challenge. Song given was Violet Hill. This challenge freaking rocks!
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Let Me Know
Was a long and dark December, From the rooftops I remember, There was snow, White snow,
Harry Potter was content. What father wouldn't be at an occasion like this. His first born was home after what seemed like an eternity of attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, Harry was content. But James' time at school also brought questions. Questions about things Harry had shielded from his children since they were born.
When the future's architectured, By a carnival of idiots on show, You'd better lie low,
Harry's paranoia about the Ministry wasn't as bad as it had been. The changes brought forth after the War had been satisfactory. Of course, Harry had spent his entire adolescent life fighting against said Ministry and its incompetence. Let's just say, old habits die hard. So when James came home from Hogwarts, he was curious.
If you love me, Won't you let me know?
James wanted to know everything about the War. He even went as far as to ask his Uncle Ron for information. Ron of course gave him a short but exaggerated response that earned him a glare from Hermione and none of Ginny's marvelous desserts. Granted, it was no surprise he would ask one day. You know, with being the son of Harry James Potter and all. But Harry just wasn't prepared for it really.
I took my love down to Violet Hill, There we sat in snow, All the time she was silent still,
Was he ready to tell James about his grandparents? About the betrayal of their best friend that had them murdered, another wrongly accused, and the last to live a life without his friends? About his life living in cupboard under the stairs with the Dursleys? What it was like to be hunted down and constantly in danger of being murdered? How he had accepted his death as he walked alone in the Forbidden Forest?
Harry thought. And thought some more until finally he made a decision. He hated being shielded when he was younger. He hated being kept in the dark by Dumbledore, as much as he loved the Headmaster. So, why should he repeat what he hated the most?
If you love me, Won't you let me know?
He looked down into James' eyes, the question he wanted to say hanging in the air. He was ready to let go, to let his son in on the truth and not have him learn anything during a late night chat with his dorm mates on a school night.
"James, I've been wanting to talk to you…"