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"So I guess that makes you the damsel in distress, huh, handsome?"—Enchanted
"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day."—Hercules
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He always felt that she was his guardian angel, or something a little less earthly. She saved him, helped him, until that fatal day when he used an unforgiveable word.
He always felt like the DID, and she always had to save him from the wicked dragon; or, in this case, from a boy with glasses.
"I can handle myself, Evans," he snarled, turning his back on her as she started in on his friends.
She shook her head, placing a hand on his shoulder. "No, you can't," she whispered. "That's why you have me."
That's why I don't have you, he thought, staring at her grave. Tears slid down his face, freezing where they fell.
"Sev," an ethereal voice said, "Look at me."
He looked up, but couldn't see her through his tears. "How can you still love me, even though I turned my back on you in fifth year?" she asked, a tenderness showing in her eyes.
"You were my angel," he whispered, closing his eyes to the tears sliding down his cheeks.
She smiled. The light glowing off of her face suffused with the fading light of day.
"But you never liked that, did you?" she asked, a smile lurking in her voice, "You never liked that I was the only one who could save you."
He shook his head, seeing no use in hiding his resentment of that category.
"You were still strong, Sev, I just had to show you the right path," she whispered, running her fingers lightly over his face.
"But what use is that path now that you're gone?" he asked, resting his hand on top of hers.
"I'm not your angel anymore, Sev, but you have the chance to be mine," Lily responded. "Protect Harry for the final time, for me, and prove to yourself that you aren't a damsel in distress."
He nodded, and Lily began to fade, till all that was left was a single rose bloom.
Picking the rose up gently, he decided then and there that he was going to save Harry for Lily.
He might still be a DID but he wasn't to Lily. He was a whole man.
Even on his dying day he continued to protect Lily's little boy from as much harm as possible, always remembering what she had whispered in his mind that day at her gravesite; he wasn't just a damsel in distress to her even when he was to the rest of the world.
As he stared into the eyes of the boy he had kept from harms hands for sixteen years, he also sent the love he felt for her to those eyes that belonged to her more then anyone else. He gave the boy everything he needed to finally understand the truth about the wonderful woman that was Lily Evans, the only one who didn't just think of him as a DID.
A/N: this was written for HermioneWeasleyFan's seventeenth birthday which will be here this Saturday. I hope you enjoyed it and expect to read more soon!
Serindraxx