Blurry. He put his glasses on. Oddly, things were still blurry.
Every parts of his body hurt. Like he had escaped death by inch many time in the past few days. Then, it was exactly what he had done.
Everything seemed so long ago already ; Godric's Hollow, the snake, his wand, Ron… but, then, again, that was only four days ago.
He didn't know what he felt about nothing anymore; everything was like a big and shapeless jelly of bitter memories. Harry wouldn't have been able to recall a single little detail for the past week, but that morning, when he looked around him, he found himself focusing exactly on so many details.
That there was only half of a bread left for them to eat. That there were two tiny holes in his sleeping bag. That Hermione seemed to have cried herself again to sleep. That Hermione didn't touch a book for days. That Hermione was miserable.
His heart arched. His vision blurred a little more. His physical pain now appeared so futile. He left the tent.
He stopped right on his track. The sun was trying to rise between the heavy clouds of winter. A spectacular view.
"Hermione, come!"
Frantic, she did come out, expecting problems and enemies. She only found Harry, a sun and an invitation of a peaceful moment. A promise to better time. A detail soaked in hope.
He put a arm around her shoulders and a brotherly kiss on her head. Maybe she did cry again – he didn't check. Only, he pulled her closer.
At that moment, he saw things clearly. All of this wasn't his choice. But he had to make the best of it.
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So, you can check it like a single piece, but it make much more sense with my others fics : Knives out first and Cherbourg after (who will come soon).
Not very good, but I felt like writing today.
Inspiration : Come feel the sun by Tindersticks