A/N: Short drabble. Don't really have a description for it.
Submission for:
Fanfiction Scavenger Hunt Competition: A fic under 100 words
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
This is the dark time my love. People are dying around us and everyday the sky looks bleak. It hangs above the earth like a wet curtain, shielding us from the light and pulling all warmth from us. It takes a lot for anyone go one day without remembering the looming presence of death beyond the door.
It takes a lot to bring a smile to anyone's face.
Little Harry laughs as the bowl of flour upturns on his father's head.
And sometimes it's the little things that work.
