Title: Strength
Summary: She makes him believe.
Word Count: 399
Rating: PG
Warning: A lot of angst and general weirdness. And this is in present tense, so if you don't like that sort of thing..don't read.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine; he never was, never will be. He belongs to J.K. Rowling and other related companies. I don't intend any copyright infringement whatsoever; the only thing I own is this fic and its plot. Nothing more, nothing less.
Notes: This takes place post HBP, but does not contain spoilers. Oh, and "his house" refers to the Potters' house at Godric's Hollow. ...Yeah. And the words "You make me fly feel so true you gave me strength for myself to stay alive" are not mine; they come courtesy of my friend Krizia. A countless thank yous to her.
Dedication: To Coco for helping me a LOT with this fic/drabble, especially with the ending. I owe you one. And this is also dedicated to Ama, one of the loffliest friends I've ever had. Happy birthday, hon!
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Sometimes he wonders if he'll win this fight. If in the end good/the Light will defeat evil/the Dark, as it's done countless times before. If love, the one thing that he has that Voldemort doesn't have, is enough to destroy his enemy. Or even if he's strong or powerful enough to win, to defeat Voldemort. Life has allowed him to doubt and guard himself from being hurt..or even worse, let down and disappointed.
He's learned to distance himself from everyone, to be on his guard all the time, even with his friends. The only person he can trust and depend on is himself, no one else. He's got too much to lose, and he's not going to risk it all by doing something stupid.
He already lost everything before; he's not going to lose it all over again. He knows too well humans make mistakes all the time, and by the time some of them realize it, it's too late to undo anything. They end up regretting their actions, their emotions, for the rest of their lives. He's not immune to it; he's done it, too.
He may be the savior of the wizarding world, but even he has flaws. Some people don't see that, he thinks with a pang, only the hero on the surface.
He frowns. It'll do him no good to think like this. He accepted his fate long ago. Yet he can't help it. He knows better than to keep his hopes high; they will only come crashing down on him. And he can't let himself be disappointed or let down anymore.
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He senses her presence right then. He doesn't turn around or say anything; he just waits. She sits down beside him and gives him a cup of tea. They sit there on the floor of his house in comfortable silence and drink their tea.
He likes this. When he's with her he doesn't have to act at all, he can just be himself. Being with her brings him a sense of peace, of being accepted and loved for who he is, flaws and all.
She doesn't expect anything from him..yet she believes in him unconditionally. She convinces him that he can do this, that he can win.
More than anything though...
She makes him believe.
You make me fly feel so true you gave me strength for myself to stay alive