Disclaimer: I do not own anything; this all comes from the brilliant mind
of J K Rowling. Though if I did own it I would not be sitting here typing,
trying to relieve my severe boredom.
So here it goes, it's a one off, enjoy and review.
Bright sun shone in through the widow of number four Privet Drive and on to a sleeping sixteen year old. He was very skinny and deprived and tearstains could be seen on his cheeks.
In the corner of the room a large snowy owl hooted peacefully as she looked over her master, the famous Harry Potter.
She was his only friend in this house.
She knew of the burden that he had to carry, to kill or be killed.
She knew of his pain and suffering. However hard he tried not to fight it always engulfed at night.
She knew of his struggle to decide the right path to take, his destiny.
She knew how he wished that there was someone to talk, someone that would understand him.
She knew how he wanted someone to hold him and tell him everything would be okay. He was only a child, he needed looking after. He had shown bravery and maturity in the past years that she would have never believed of him.
The Weasleys loved him, but both them and Harry knew that they could never love him as much as Lily and James did.
He wanted them more than anything, he needed them more than anything and most of all he loved them more than anything.
His mother and father had given their lives for him; they loved him beyond that of which words could ever say. They died just so he could live and know they were up there watching him, knowing they could do absolutely nothing to help him.
* * *
James, I can't stand it any more, he's just so sad and helpless, my poor boy.
Hush Lily, all we can do is have hope in him and believe in him. Remember the prophecy; remember all the other times he's escaped. He will defeat him. We have to have hope. I do, don't you?
Of course I do, he's my son, I believe in him as well. But how can you stand it, he's down there alone, with so much on his shoulders. How will he ever cope?
He's our son, Lily; he'll struggle by, like we have so many times before. Anyway no son of mine is going to sit around waiting for him to come and not enjoy himself. He's achieved so much already and will do more in the future, we're proud of him.
I forget how much he's like you, James. He's loyal, fun, strong, funny and extremely brave, that all comes from you.
Well most importantly he's caring and that comes from you, Lily. You loved him so much and that's what gave him the chance to live. You're a beautiful person and I see that in him.
If you hadn't been there for me, Harry wouldn't be here without you and I own everything to you.
No, I own everything to you. The love we share is so strong, so special; we were made for each other.
I wish we could tell him how much we love him, James.
Oh, believe me I'm sure he's knows. Try not to cry now, my darling Lily. He knows we're up here, believing in him, caring from him.
There is just so much pressure on him; I can't bear to see him suffering. I love him too much and I love you, James.
I love him so much as well, and I love you Lily, for eternity.
For eternity.
So here it goes, it's a one off, enjoy and review.
Bright sun shone in through the widow of number four Privet Drive and on to a sleeping sixteen year old. He was very skinny and deprived and tearstains could be seen on his cheeks.
In the corner of the room a large snowy owl hooted peacefully as she looked over her master, the famous Harry Potter.
She was his only friend in this house.
She knew of the burden that he had to carry, to kill or be killed.
She knew of his pain and suffering. However hard he tried not to fight it always engulfed at night.
She knew of his struggle to decide the right path to take, his destiny.
She knew how he wished that there was someone to talk, someone that would understand him.
She knew how he wanted someone to hold him and tell him everything would be okay. He was only a child, he needed looking after. He had shown bravery and maturity in the past years that she would have never believed of him.
The Weasleys loved him, but both them and Harry knew that they could never love him as much as Lily and James did.
He wanted them more than anything, he needed them more than anything and most of all he loved them more than anything.
His mother and father had given their lives for him; they loved him beyond that of which words could ever say. They died just so he could live and know they were up there watching him, knowing they could do absolutely nothing to help him.
* * *
James, I can't stand it any more, he's just so sad and helpless, my poor boy.
Hush Lily, all we can do is have hope in him and believe in him. Remember the prophecy; remember all the other times he's escaped. He will defeat him. We have to have hope. I do, don't you?
Of course I do, he's my son, I believe in him as well. But how can you stand it, he's down there alone, with so much on his shoulders. How will he ever cope?
He's our son, Lily; he'll struggle by, like we have so many times before. Anyway no son of mine is going to sit around waiting for him to come and not enjoy himself. He's achieved so much already and will do more in the future, we're proud of him.
I forget how much he's like you, James. He's loyal, fun, strong, funny and extremely brave, that all comes from you.
Well most importantly he's caring and that comes from you, Lily. You loved him so much and that's what gave him the chance to live. You're a beautiful person and I see that in him.
If you hadn't been there for me, Harry wouldn't be here without you and I own everything to you.
No, I own everything to you. The love we share is so strong, so special; we were made for each other.
I wish we could tell him how much we love him, James.
Oh, believe me I'm sure he's knows. Try not to cry now, my darling Lily. He knows we're up here, believing in him, caring from him.
There is just so much pressure on him; I can't bear to see him suffering. I love him too much and I love you, James.
I love him so much as well, and I love you Lily, for eternity.
For eternity.