Expectations
by Unanon unanon@yahoo.com
Fandom: Harry Potter Summary: Post OotP, Harry gets a little emotional support from an unlikely source. Written for Fifteen Minute Fics
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Harry wanted a little peace, a little solitude away from the pitying eyes of his friends, the curious glances of others. Dumbledore's revelations reverberated within him along with his grief, and Harry disliked an audience at those times when his feelings surfaced. It made him feel too vulnerable. Too keenly aware that his destiny was already moulded.
So he climbed to the North Tower, below Trelawney's classroom, and settled into a secluded window seat overlooking the Quiddich pitch.
It was there that Luna found him and sat beside him without a word, open book resting on her knees, elbows tucked in. Her shoulder brushed his when she shifted, but she never spoke once, no apology, no greeting, no difficult questions.
After an hour of silence, Harry was only mildly surprised when her hand crept into his. It was warm, dry, yet slightly sticky as if she'd just been holding a sweet. Her fingers were much smaller than his, but bone thin and slender, reminding him of a grindylow's, but he knew they wouldn't be as fragile, as breakable. They gripped at him almost painfully.
Her voice was low. "It never gets any easier, you know."
Harry felt a rush of humiliation that this girl, this Loony little friend of Ginny's would know so much about his life and pain that she would dare intrude, dare hold his hand.
But he had let her, and that made all the difference.
He was strangely comforted and he briefly allowed his fingers to return the pressure of hers. "I know."
~fin~
Fandom: Harry Potter Summary: Post OotP, Harry gets a little emotional support from an unlikely source. Written for Fifteen Minute Fics
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Harry wanted a little peace, a little solitude away from the pitying eyes of his friends, the curious glances of others. Dumbledore's revelations reverberated within him along with his grief, and Harry disliked an audience at those times when his feelings surfaced. It made him feel too vulnerable. Too keenly aware that his destiny was already moulded.
So he climbed to the North Tower, below Trelawney's classroom, and settled into a secluded window seat overlooking the Quiddich pitch.
It was there that Luna found him and sat beside him without a word, open book resting on her knees, elbows tucked in. Her shoulder brushed his when she shifted, but she never spoke once, no apology, no greeting, no difficult questions.
After an hour of silence, Harry was only mildly surprised when her hand crept into his. It was warm, dry, yet slightly sticky as if she'd just been holding a sweet. Her fingers were much smaller than his, but bone thin and slender, reminding him of a grindylow's, but he knew they wouldn't be as fragile, as breakable. They gripped at him almost painfully.
Her voice was low. "It never gets any easier, you know."
Harry felt a rush of humiliation that this girl, this Loony little friend of Ginny's would know so much about his life and pain that she would dare intrude, dare hold his hand.
But he had let her, and that made all the difference.
He was strangely comforted and he briefly allowed his fingers to return the pressure of hers. "I know."
~fin~