Disclaimers; if these were rightfully mine, they'd be right there in the book, for everyone to see.
The Photograph
Harry Potter lay on his bunk in the battered tent that he, Hermione, and Ron called home. Ron was on guard and Hermione and looking for some form of sustenance. Today they were hiding behind a huge factory, where no one ever came because of the river cutting across the back of the building.
He had found the photo album of this parents' wedding in the rucksack he'd packed. He looked at his mother's eyes. It made Harry furious to think that Voldemort had looked strait into her green-almond shaped eyes with no compassion. She looked beautiful.
His father looked so happy. He could imagine how James had been wishing for this moment for so long. Neither of them would have known of their sudden and tragic deaths. No. They were just happy to be getting married; a small blurp of happiness in a horrible war.
Then he looked at Sirius. He looked so young and lively. His long hair was neatly done. He had an expression of calmness, like this is how life should be. Harry looked down his dress-robed figure.
When he got down to Sirius' waist, Harry found that Sirius was giving the photographer thumbs-up. A thumbs-up! This was completely something his godfather would do. It was weird to imagine something as normal as a simple thumbs-up in a situation so grave.
And so, a secret message was sent through time and space, from godfather to godchild, for eternities forever. And looking at their exuberant faces just reminded Harry of how much Voldemort had to pay for what he did to Harry's mother, father, and godfather. Because only one can live while the other survives; and Harry can survive anything.
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