do you see what i see?


What do you see when you hear our names? What do you see when you look at our faces? /AlbusSeverusLilyLuna/


"Alb's, Alb's, don't go 'way. Stay." Her speech is slurred with sleep. Her pleads are useless, he wouldn't leave even if she begged him to. She's his baby; he dreads graduation because he'll be away from her. For now though, he enjoys the time he has left with her. Spring break'll end soon, his world might stop spinning; he desperately hopes it doesn't.

She'll be at Hogwarts for two more years; she doesn't know how she'll survive without him. Her protector, her sword, her shield, her wand; she's not sure what she'll do then, when he leaves of course, so she tries to forget.

Harry James Potter watches them, a sad sort of smile forming on his lips. His eyes shine with something more than sadness, almost nostalgia, but he wasn't alive then, so it can't be certain. He slips his hand in his pocket, his fingers curling around something; leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, thinking. He wishes he knew someone who would be able to see what he sees, but he doesn't (he does, but they don't exist on this plane anymore.) so he lets the wistfulness that comes with that thought slowly drift away.

She's fifteen; she shouldn't need him anymore, at least not so much, but she does. She doesn't think that'll ever change; she's not sure she wants it to, that's kind of scary.

Harry James Potter pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket; it's old and worn, crumpled within his fist. He shuts his eyes tightly, trying to will away whatever awaits beyond his eyelids. Letting the photograph flutter to the floor, he soundlessly walks away, a torrent of silent tears making their way down his cheeks.

"Sev'rus, Sev'rus, never leave." (Sometimes they call each other by their middle names; it's just something they do, only them.) She's shifted slightly so that her head is pillowed against his bare chest (that's how he's always slept, no shirt and a pair of boxers or pajama pants), an arm wrapped around his torso. Her hazy green eyes (same as his) partially open, staring at him briefly, before closing. His right hand resting on the side of her head, tangled in her mass of red, blazing curls.

The next morning he slips from the covers and out of her bed unheard; drifting his way toward the door, stopping when he hears a crinkle and feels paper beneath his foot. Stooping down to pick it up, he looks at it, his emerald eyes widening marginally. He drops it and flees to his bedroom, collapsing on his bed; thoughts whirring through his head at unimaginable speeds.

The photograph lands upside down, in elegant script the words read "Severus and Lily, Best Friends, Hogwarts, 2nd year, 1972", it lies beside a carving in the floorboards; the carving reads "Lily Luna and Albus Severus", an infinity symbol engraved just below the names.