A/N – My first one shot fic! I have no idea where this came from, it's just a tiny little piece I suddenly sat down and wrote. Harry's in his parents old house, and he's sixteen.
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Harry gave a sad sort of smile, trying to stop himself from trembling as he stepped over a piece of broken wood from a chair that had been shattered to pieces. He took another step into the devastated house, stopping when he heard the sound of glass crunching under his foot.
He lifted his foot up, stepping back, then looked down at the floor. He picked up the little post-card side photo, letting the broken glass slip away to the floor, and whimpered slightly. It was all it took for a single tear to trace its way down his cheek.
In the middle of the photo was a small bench, upon which sat two people, both laughing and waving merrily. One was a man, tall and muscular with messy black hair and glasses. Beside him, leaning into his side as the man had an arm wrapped around her waist, sat a beautiful woman, with luscious red hair and almond shaped green eyes. He watched as she turned to the man and kissed his cheek, then laughed as the man flushed and grinned wider. The man then raised a hand to his head, batting away another hand that lay there.
Behind the first two stood three other people. One of them, with chocolate brown eyes and hair that looked like the first man's only neater, had his arms crossed on the sitting man's head and had rested his chin on them. When the woman leaned over to kiss the man he was resting on, he laughed and made kissy faces, then began cooeing and twirled a lock of the other man's hair. The man grinned and batted his hand away.
Beside him stood a man with sandy brown hair and a soft face, who had rolled his eyes at the two men's antics. The man beside him with raven-black hair pulled away from the first man, then grinned mischievously. The slightly shorter man looked thoughtful, then began shaking his head as the other man began to advance on him. The two seated people looked around and began laughing as the darker haired man chased the other around the bench in circles.
Next to those two, watching everything with a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes, was a shorter, watery eyed man. He looked slightly out of place next to the others, but when the sandy haired man stopped being chased he began laughing and fell into a conversation with the much smaller man. The dark haired man had returned to messing with the couple on the bench, mimicking the woman behind her back and pulling faces.
They looked so happy, so peaceful and content. They were like a family, so close and caring for each other. And as Harry watched, the sitting man suddenly smiled brightly and pulled out his wand, then conjured a large white board. He spelled some words onto it, showed it to the others, turning it so Harry couldn't see what was written. Then, all the people fell over themselves in an attempt to reach their original positions, still smiling and laughing. On the count of three, the sitting man turned the board around, and all the people waved, danced around and in the woman's case blew a kiss.
Harry read the words, and couldn't stop himself. With a strangled sob, he sank to the floor, the tears now flowing freely.
Darling Harry, remember you are loved. Love, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, not forgetting dear 'ol Lilykins.
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Strange, huh? What do you think of it? Happy reading!