Trans Siberian orchestra: The moment

A thin hand lightly caressed the stone bowl, with its strange carvings marking the sides. Reflected in the silver liquid two couples danced laughing gaily without a care in the world. One couple was a green eyed redhead in a wedding dress dancing with a messy haired young man in a tux, the other was two men laughing and joking as they twirled around. The fairer of the two had scratches across his face. The owner the hand knew that if he touched the liquid, if he allowed himself to be drawn into the past then he would see a crowd of girls glancing longingly at the handsome dark haired man he was dancing with.

He resisted the urge to let himself fall into the past, into the promise of a young life before treachery and deceit. Before betrayal and suspicion when he could dance with his mate and laugh with his pack. Even the betrayer was happy on that day. Regretfully he cast a ward over the bowl, something he had nearly beggared himself for a year to possess, protecting the memories within. He vowed to himself that after everything was through he would give this to Harry, to guide him through the best years of his parents' lives. Another whispered spell hid the bowl from view. The man straightened and made sure to kiss his little boy goodbye before he and his wife apperated away. The moment had come.