Title: The Message
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them
Archive: Just let me know where
Feedback - is delightful - lina_wilson@hotmail.com
Author's Note: Part of my new Tearstains Universe. Just a drabble.
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The message was attached to the leg of a big brown owl.
It came on thick, cream coloured parchment, addressed in green ink.
It was carried between shaking fingers, passed from a son to a mother.
It was opened by worn fingers, gentler than the rumours and stories could have possibly allowed for.
It was read by a pair of eyes that had seen too much, that had gone through too much, that didn't want to see any of it anymore.
It was dropped to the ground with a scream too loud for an old woman.
It was picked up by her sane son, by the son who still knew what her name was.
Dear Mrs. Longbottom
We regret to tell you that your Grandson, Neville Longbottom . . .
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them
Archive: Just let me know where
Feedback - is delightful - lina_wilson@hotmail.com
Author's Note: Part of my new Tearstains Universe. Just a drabble.
~*~
The message was attached to the leg of a big brown owl.
It came on thick, cream coloured parchment, addressed in green ink.
It was carried between shaking fingers, passed from a son to a mother.
It was opened by worn fingers, gentler than the rumours and stories could have possibly allowed for.
It was read by a pair of eyes that had seen too much, that had gone through too much, that didn't want to see any of it anymore.
It was dropped to the ground with a scream too loud for an old woman.
It was picked up by her sane son, by the son who still knew what her name was.
Dear Mrs. Longbottom
We regret to tell you that your Grandson, Neville Longbottom . . .