You stand there by the kitchen sink, washing the dishes from last nights dinner. Your wife sneaks up behind you placing her hands round your waist, you spin round to face her, her hair the vibrant shade of pink you love. You caress her cheek in your hands, slowly moving into kiss her. She whispers something in yout ear. You step back, your hands suddenly falling from her face. She looks at you expectantly, and you begin to wonder how they talked you into this, you wonder what will become of the child, whether it will have to go through what you do every month, you wonder why Nymphadora chose you when there are plenty other men who dont become savage beasts every full moon and then before you know it you are running out the door and into the streets. She watches as you leave, her eyes losing the light they had held seconds ago. You stop and look up at the house that had held so many memories for you but that just makes you want to run faster and before you know it your sitting on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, and then your worries begin to plague you again. memories floating in and out your head. You remember the un-born child that had caused all this, your son. You worry for him, for her. You ask yourself over and over again why this had happened. Then suddenly James´ voice rings through your head, you begin to remember that once apon a time James had felt the exact same way, you remember him laeving Lily, the girl he had fought endlessly for and then lastly you remember his face, his eyes, his smile, the way he looked when he held Harry for the first time and then you realise you shouldnt be here, you should be with your loving wife, awaiting the birth of your first born child.
Just a short one, i am currently sitting in a cafe in spain with some wierd people peering over my shoulder ;