I don't own Harry Potter.
Years ago men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizons for tiny ship.
Now I wait for Harry.
As it was then, nothing is guaranteed. The waves may become to strong, the waters to cold and hopes to few. He may be drowned out or pulled under and lost to me forever, leaving me only memories ((and how few those are)) and lost dreams.
It's been months now and no one tells me what happening. They think I'm too young or to fragile to understand all this. They think I never saw Harry or saw what he went through. That I don't know about whirl pools, crags or sirens lurking in corners. In their eyes I am nothing but innocence that has to be perfectly preserved for when the hero comes home.
So I hope it understandable that I try and not look to worried. I go on with life and do my best with school and work. I put on the best smile I have and do what Harry told me… try and live.
I am scared though. It would be silly not to be. I know he may not come home. I know that there may not be a home for him to return too. Yes those thoughts do scare me but those risk come with war or life or love or all. They're not what scares me.
He may not be the same. He may not be my Harry any more.
Days seem to go on forever now that he's gone. I keep looking for his owls though even though they stopped coming months ago. I know he's still out there but I feel so lost with out him. I do what I can and try and seem all right but I always wonder and worry… is he coming home?
This can either be a one shot or a start of a pretty good fic. Let me know what you think.