Rose wanted Harry/Bill, My Never..
I sat on the overstuffed chair in my mother's living room. Ever watchful, ever silent. Since the first day I met him, just a couple years before, I'd always been intrigued. This was the boy who, as just a babe, had defeated the greatest dark wizard of the age? I'd found it hard to believe then. And now? Even more so.
He was sitting on the patchwork sofa my mother had been mending since before even I, his firstborn, could remember. My youngest brother and his girlfriend were on either side of him, each of them prattling on about some thing or another.
He sat, ever watchful, ever silent. His eyes darted around frantically, years spent waiting for the next attempt on his life had taught him caution, paranoia even. His posture was slouched, as if trying to crawl within himself, wanting to escape from the world around him. The weight of the entire world on his shoulders and it showed drastically.
He was my one indulgence. The only thing that could distract me from the war running rampant around us. Ironic that the center of the war was my escape from it.
I hoped that I could be the same for him. A distraction. .perhaps even more. But that is simple wishful thinking.
My happily never after....