Disclaimer: I've got some horrible news: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of it. You can cry now (oh, the unfairness of it all!).  =o)

Reminder: This story has slash…but I have the sneaking suspicion that you were already aware of that.

Harry's POV Uncorrupted Happiness

You make another miracle

As you smile at me.

It's the second time you've done so in my presence,

And I feel blessed that both of those wonders are now mine.

It's too hard to try to understand our situation,

So, for now, I don't.

I merely gaze with adoration.

I wish I were an artist,

So that I could capture your bliss and keep it for forever.

But I'm not an artist, so I just do my best

To remember every instant we share like this,

And cherish them even after eternity.

Your eyes sparkle

With tiny stars,

As if you were a constellation yourself,

And I abruptly realize that true magic isn't found in spells,

But, rather, can simply be found in

These glorious few instants of uncorrupted happiness

That imbed themselves within our souls

And balance out the bad things that we've known.

I wish I could stop the world

So we'd be joyful like this always.

But I can't do that,

So I'll just

Savor every instant that you're happy,

And do my best to eliminate the moments when you're not.

I feel the answering smile coming to my lips,

But before I'm sure of what's happening,

The mood has changed and we're leaning forward again

For a slow, soft kiss of endearment and promise.

But this is cut short as we hear the

Precise footsteps of the doctor coming nearer,

So we spring away from what we shared,

And wait, each without looking at the other.

She comes and examines

And makes short notes on her brown clipboard,

And then she's gone.

We sit in awkward silence,

And we can't tell where we are with one another anymore.

I wonder if we can keep this love alive in the outside,

And I reach a decision.

I walk towards the door.