"Every other day I sit
and think about my life
Will I meet my future
to see children and a wife?
Will I live long enough
To see the times of peace?
Will I ever fall in love,
Will this hurt ever cease?
I know that I must fight for them,
I know I must go on,
so from where do these feeling stem,
that everything is wrong?
I long for love
I long for life
I long for happiness,
But without love
I will survive
I work right through this mess..."
He sighed, trailing off. Yes, everything seemed such a mess. Why did they expect a boy like himself to save the world? How dare the headmaster tell him it was his responsibility to rid the world of Voldemort? Didn't he have enough on his shoulders? His whole life so far seemed to revolve around that one goal, never giving him any time to be a child or to find himself. Was it so selfish of him to ask that he may live a little before he gave everything up to the war?
Nymphodora Tonks heard the boy sing again, and it tugged on her heart. How could Harry have started viewing his future so bleakly? Her attempts to speak to Dumbledore about the situation had been fruitless, the man was simply to busy interviewing new defense professors.
Should she, perhaps, apply to the position herself? If only to get a chance to speak to the man, it might be a good idea.
She'd approach the boy herself, if it were not for the strict orders of observation only. Besides, she was not supposed to observe Harry, she was to watch out for any suspicious activity or signs of death-eater activity nearby.
written just for 2, because this person activated an alert, and made me remember the story I never continued.
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Does this break the all time record of longest time between two chapter yet? It's been over four years.. :P
