Harry Potter.
1 - He's struggling. He has this 'I'm happy, and content with my life, and my kids,' mantra, and he really, genuinely is. But when the curtains are closed, the blinds shut, door locked, eyes closed, ears pressed gently across pillows, he's soaring through the night sky on his broomstick, feeling the air blow his hair from his face, whip right through him. He's been through a lot, and when he's flying so high, so fast, he remembers how to breathe.
2 - Of all the people, he always knew in the back of his head it would never be anyone but her. It could've been Hermione – of course it could, the way she was always there. But there was no one else who rolled her eyes when he said something ridiculous; spread the stupidest rumours about him, even when married, just because it amused her that people envied her for being with him; kissed every time like it would be their last, and had a smile that invoked sparks in his heart. It could've been anyone. But it was never anyone but her.
3 - Sometimes, he just sits and watches his kids sleep. His eyes trace the contours of their bodies, slowly heaving up and down with each slow breathe. He watches the way Lily whispers in her sleep; how Albus's eyes scrunch up when he's dreaming; how James thrashes about if he's having a nightmare. He sits there, and wonders how any parent could ever cope with losing a child so dear. He sits there, and wishes he still had the ghosts of everyone who loved him surrounding him. That's all they were, ghosts. But a heart filled with memories is better than one heavy with nothingness.
Ginny Weasley.
1 - Everyone's always telling her how strong she is, how she's a wonderful mother figure, how pretty she is, how purely wonderful she is, but sometimes she just sits down, and thinks about how many things about her change almost monthly. The amount of freckles on her cheeks. What she does when she's anxious – bite her lip, chew her nails. Whether she dots her i's, or inscribes a heart. How she ends her letters – Love, Ginny. Mine and Harry's dearest wishes, Ginny. Yours always, Ginny. She wonders what the hell she's done to be so lucky.
2 - Once, her and Ron went over to George's to help with the joke shop. Halfway through heaving boxes, the door opened; and George, unthinking, said, 'Fred?' Ron looked up at him, a box of Moonshine Piggy Banks in his arms, eyes wide with horror. The clipboard George had been holding fell to the cement floor with a hollow clatter, his hand shaking as he ran it slowly through his hair. Quietly, Ginny set her package down, and tiptoed over to her older brother, wrapping her arms around him as tears brimmed. Ron joined them, and they all held each other close, trying to fill the hole in each of the Weasley sibling that the loss of Fred had cut in them.
3 - Mentally, she's always looking for the qualities of her and her husband within her children. The spark of defiance when given an order in James' eyes – well, that could come from either. The stinging sarcasm Lily has on the tip of her tongue when her brothers act ridiculous could only have been inherited from Ginny. Albus' gentleness, his compassion in understanding and helping others, was what had endeared Ginny, beyond childish fantasies, to Harry in the first place. But, more than anything, she's counting the qualities within them that they're going to pass onto their own children, because to Ginny, her children are the most unique, original, and truly mind-blowing people she's ever had the luck to meet.
A/N: Give me a pairing, I'll write you 3 personal canon ideas for each of them – doesn't have to be HP!(:
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