Summary;
"Why do good people choose the wrong person to love?" [And so, as Albus Potter contemplates hell, Harry Potter remembers living it.] "We except the love we think we deserve."
This is how I show my love
Harry James Potter placed a comforting hand on his son's quaking shoulder.
The boy had only just turned sixteen and he had already fallen victim to the unrelenting hand of grief.
I made it in my mind because
Albus Severus potters' eyes had since dried up long ago, however the constant shaking of his coiled muscles refused to lay dormant.
His unfocused gaze directed somewhere over his father's head, Albus contemplated good and bad, the workings of reality and its ties to hell.
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Harry Potter had handled much grief, death and sadness well before his sixteenth birthday. He did not look down on his son's depression, losing a friend is hard no matter the situation. The friend had been his sons love interest ever since first year. The same friend had also lacked romantic feelings for Albus.
This is how an angel dies
Albus Potter pictured her smiling face whilst his heart pounded slowly, loudly and painfully. She had not loved him as he had loved her, she had loved another. The boy she cherished was a bully. He constantly hurt her, mentally and physically.
Albus could not defend her.
Albus could not warn her.
Albus could not do a thing.
He promised her. In the end, she took her own life. Albus would never forgive himself.
I blame it on my own sick pride
Harry Potter felt his son's shaking stop and spared the boy a concerned glace.
His son closed his eyes tightly.
"Why do good people choose the wrong person to love?"
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Harry Potter thought of Draco Malfoy.
How Lucius Malfoy spoke to his son with cold indifference, the same tone used on Harry, which implied the workings of a devil.
The way Draco's eyes cloaked in fear, his thin frame shrunk inward whenever his own father was within an arm's reach. He remembered how he spared the look no thought. It wasn't until Harry was older had he realized the mask Draco Malfoy had worn. The hell he had lived.
As Albus opened his eyes, Harry slowly shut his own.
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
Sail with me into the dark
Song; Sail - AWOLNATION
Dialogue; Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
Disclaimer; I own not the lyrics, nor some of the dialogue. I own this plot bunny, however.