Someone asked me to write a "sequal" to Watching and I think I did pretty well with this. Tell me who you think I'm reffering to when I say Asian and black hair lol. And who you think I married Dudley's kids off 2 =D plx review and say what you think.
He left as soon as he could, leaving the to that had tainted his childhood. He tried as hard as he could to be better, better then them. He didn't bully. He didn't make fun. He protected. That was what he did now. Then one day he met her.
She was perfect. He laughed with her. He admired her. He talked with her. He danced with her. He posed with her. He fell in love with her, with her long black hair and twinkling eyes. She was also everything he had been raised against.
She was like him, the other boy. The one he wished he could have protected. Magic swarmed around her, but he didn't care. He wouldn't give her up.
He wouldn't give up the day she said yes.
The day she beckoned him.
The day she told him there would be another in the family.
The day he discovered her could be all he ever wanted to be.
So he watched. He watched in wonder as the twins that were his danced around together, boy and girl, boy with black hair and blue eyes and asian faces. Like their mother. He watched as the mystery began. He watched as strange things began to happen. And he wondered.
He wondered what had happened to him. The other. The one he could have helped. He wondered if he could use the owl, the owl to get in touch with him. He wondered why he didn't invite him to the wedding. He should have. It was too late for that though. He wondered if it was too late to make amends.
She said no. She said he would forgive. She said she had known him. Once. Once she had admired him. She knew about his love for friendship and desire to please. So he did. He sent the letter.
Days later he recieved a reply. Smiling, he watched as his and his played together. He watched as friendships and bonds were formed, and nodded as they ask them for dinner. He watched as his life became intertwined with his.
He watched as his left for the school, excitment dancing in their eyes. He watched when they came back, overflowing with knowlage and a need to tell. He listened to their stories. About how they were friends with his. How they played pranks with his eldest. And the others too.
He watched at holidays when they reunited. Watched the family grow. Thats what they were now. Family.
He watched as his crossed the stage, clothed in black with a cap atop their head.
He watched as they left, waving goodbye from their cars as they drove off.
He watched his fall for theirs. He watched as his disapeared into the mass of red hair, on the days of gatherings. He watched from the front as his baby girl, clothed in white, met with his son. His mini-me.
He watched his son, stand with not his, but one of theirs, a dazzling blond with a purple streak.
He watched them as he grew old. He watched as he turned around and smiled at him during those times when the family was together. He remember laughing at something, and understood what he had done as he lay at his deathbed, holding the wrinkled hand of his wife and family pressed along the walls. He had finally stopped watching.
He had acted.
