He Was So tiny
He looked every bit the hero. Unnaturally green eyes seemed to glow in the dark hallways that seem to fill stone buildings. Clothes coated in grime and gore and artfully ripped in several places. Hair wild. Legs spread just ever-so-slightly. Head held high in that heroic pose, with a cut dripping blood down his face and a sword gripped in one hand, pointing toward the ground. He was like young Arthur, having just pulled the sword out of the stone and would be the saviour of England. He looked every bit the hero.
And then the light shifted. His eyes glowed green from the glassy look of exhaustion contrasting the dark circles under them. The grime was oozing to the floor, squelching in his shoes as he shifted his weight uncomfortably to take weight of broken ribs. His hair was patterned in odd spikes, with five grooves obviously made my hands running through it nervously again and again. Legs spread and locked at the knees in an effort to keep the knobbly appendages from shaking noticeably. His head was held high because he had to look up to see the man studying him so intently. His arms trembled with the weight of a sword meant for a much larger man to carry. And he was not a hero, or King Arthur, or the saviour of Britain. He looked every bit the child.
And he was so tiny.
A/N: I was just thinking…my brother just turned 13 a short while ago, not much older than Harry is at the end of CoS. And he's so small, small for his age really. And fifty/sixty feet? That's huge. Can you imagine a snake that big? And have you ever seen a broadsword? So I just had this image I had to describe. I'm not sure who's watching him. I don't think anybody in the books ever saw him like this, else something would have changed for that little boy. It's 3 am, I'm getting maudlin, and I apologize. But I had to write this. You understand.