Author's note: Written for THE CROSS-GEN COMPETITION.
Beta: MrsBates93
The Moon and Rain
"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love."- Mother Teresa
Aberforth, while his ancient bones creaked and groaned, couldn't help but remember; long silken blonde hair, wide, innocent grey eyes, stolen kisses and the rain. She had always danced in the rain. Often, he had watched her twirl and jump around in the puddles like a ballerina. She had looked so free. He had often worried that eventually, she would leave him and fly away; the world was not so dreary when she was around. With arms opened wide, she had always begged him to join her.
"Don't look so glum," she playfully said, "Dance with me!"
So he would dance with her; Aberforth had never been able to say no to her. He would listen, with a small grin on his face, as she giggled and squealed when the cold, muddy water splashed against her ivory skin. He loved to hear her laugh. When Aberforth was lucky, and he had always been lucky, she would sneak up to him, and give him a big wet kiss and he would forget every horrid thing, while she kissed him.
She was almost better than magic. With ease, she had erased his sorrows and in return, he always had quietly tracked down the Nargles that had stolen her belongings. Aberforth had known that this happiness he had found could not last for long.
Author's note: Written for THE CROSS-GEN COMPETITION. The wonderful MrsBates93 beta'd this fanfic.