A/N: Hey Hey I'm back! Soooo~ this would come before We Could Have Been More.
/ |||| | Disenchant the Disenchanted | |||| \\\
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There was something desperate about the young man, who stood at the door just staring into the grain as if it held the world in it's textured surface.
No, this poor old soul was trapped in a young body waiting for its death, and really what could be done for this poor young man.
He had brilliant eyes of green and a nest so black he passed it off as hair, skin pale and thin.
This was the savior; this thin boy, was the winning power to their world, the great defeater of dark, one of the most powerful wizard in a decade or so.
He stood at the door waiting for some thought to pass maybe, or a memory was haunting him, the quick flash of his eyes and he raised his fist and rapped on the door.
It was fascinating to watch him move, a seemingly easy gait and relaxed pose; but every move was calculated, his mind not stopping since its paranoid speed in the battles years over.
He stood tall, hands in his pockets, and shoulders relaxed back, head turned to face me as a tried smile lifted his lips and a resigned sigh left his mouth.
The running of small feet could be heard from within the house in front of us, the laughter of children brightening his smile and his eyes twinkled with an almost melancholy light.
This poor man had been made a man long ago, before he stood on this doorstep with me.
Before he shook my hand, before he saved my life, before he gave my mother hope. Before he grew suspicious of me, before he put my father in prison, before he irked me. Before he refused to heed my words; before he rejected my friendship. Before he even knew he was a wizard.
Before all of this, he already knew he would have to grow; have to be an adult, there was no enchanted childhood.
If anything he was awed at magic but oddly very much disenchanted with adults and life; disillusioned with the fairytales they wove for him.
He was a man while I tried hard to play the part.
And I watch him know, as he knocks once more; the door is thrown open.
Watch him as he smiles and lifts his child into his arms; watch as the disenchantment vanishes and is replaced with love.
I watch and can't help but feel the still sharp sting of jealously that comes with knowing that I wasn't the one to feel him with love and friendship; to take away his jaded life and help nourish his heart with my own.
I turned my head, the monster roaring to life in my chest aching every second I continued to stare.
The look of sympathy in the witches eyes in front of me, telling me all to much of how her love was much ignored as mine.
Her hair tamed into a bun, braids littering it, and Scorpious garbling with Albus; pulling us into the house, and into the warmth where I could be more.