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Lily

He needed to get away - he needed to breathe before he did something stupid: like blow the Joker to high heaven so that he would land hard in deep hell. A part of him tries to picture doing the same to Harley, but the image is halfhearted and lacking the satisfaction that the imagined death of her boyfriend gave Harry.

Despite all her crazy possessiveness and the stunt she pulled at the bank - Harry couldn't hate the blonde woman. Not with the terrible surety that the Joker had somehow fucked with her head and now she was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome along with her general insanity.

Harry sighed, unhappy at the thought, but getting an odd comfort in hearing the way his feet hit the pavement. In this part of Gotham he could imagine he hadn't got sucked into another insane situation and was still traveling the world.

Which he would continue, the second he found out how to get out the tracker he is sure Harley had placed on him after his escape to Mexico.

Or maybe he would just go home, once he was sure Teddy was safe -

Kicking a pebble, Harry allowed himself to picture Teddy in his mind's eye with a smile. After Tonks and Remus's deaths, Harry hadn't been sure if he would be the prime choice for raising a child due to his own fucked up childhood. But - with help from Dromeda, and Teddy's all around cuteness - Harry now couldn't imagine a life without the giddy boy who loved to change his hair into a array of colours like his mother.

Caught up in his memories, Harry almost slams into the green-house that happened to be the destination of this particular alley. Taking a step back - Harry regards the green-house thoughtfully for a moment, and, after noting that nobody was around - stepped inside.

The sight that greeted him was a garden that Aunt Petunia and even Professor Sprout would be envious of.

Greenery was everywhere. In pots, up the walls, on the ceiling, large sections of the floor allowing for growth...It was amazing. Absolutely breathtaking. Everything was just so alive.

It was like magic.

Harry smiles at the thought, stepping forward to observe some of the colourful exotic plants with no small amount of awe. He had always liked gardening because it had given him a reason to get out of the cupboard (away from the Dursley's and the overwhelming scent of bleach.) He loved the delicate, beautiful flowers that were the few things of beauty he had during that time. He also took great pride in the fact that it was the one thing about him that Aunt Petunia could not criticize - not when all the neighbors were telling her how lovely her garden was.

A batch of a familiar flower catches his eye, and Harry slowly makes his way over to them. He drinks in the different shades but his eyes settle on a single flower in the center, full and lovely.

Every year at the beginning of spring since he was first able to garden, hidden away from the neighbors towards the back of the house - his aunt would have him plant a single white lily. It had always been his favourite. Always his greatest joy to plant it as, to him, it was more beautiful than any other of the flowers he planted. He never understood why the neighbors were not able to see it. So, when he was seven and the lily was freshly planted, he asked.

That was how he learned his mothers name.

As he looks at the flowers Harry also entertains the notion that the white lily, despite everything she did to him and didn't do for him, was why he couldn't quite manage to hate his Aunt like he did his Uncle. Because that flower was proof that underneath all her arrogance and spite - she had loved her sister.

No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, Harry got a whiff of a new scent-

A second later, Harry was running toward the green-house door even as he began to cough and his vision swim...

He practically falls against the door, tugging at the handle desperately with what little strength he feels leaving his body fast - it doesn't open. Harry falls - still coughing as he tried to summon up his magic (consequences be damned!) but to not avail...

A face framed by long, vivid red hair swims in Harry's vision; green eyes gazing down at him. Harry's eyes widen, and he tries to reach a hand out: "Mom?"

The last thing he sees are the eyes widening in shock before all goes to black.


A little bit of insight into Harry's thoughts - and there will be more.

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