Time Will Tell
By
Remus Lover
Disclaimer: I own nothing… unless you count the number of
half eaten poptarts that litter my house… oh well. The plot
is mine, Taralee and Jamie are mine, and all the rest is
Goddess Rowling's! We love her, don't we?
Harry Potter stood at the edge of it. The black hole gaped
at him, seemingly surprised to be there, surrounded by jade
green grass. His own emerald eyes were bloodshot and the bags
under his eyes were large enough to hold two steamer trunks
apiece. This hole in the ground, this hole that had no business
being here, it was taking his love away. It was taking her where
he could never get to her, never rescue her. It would always be
there, but it would be out of his reach.
Hermione. His beloved wife. Why she lay in that dark, damp
hole was beyond him. There was no reason for her to be there,
no reason at all. She was light and she was love. She was the
moon and the sun to him. There was nothing he could do as the
pallbearers shifted the cedar coffin down into the dark abyss.
Hermione has loved cedar. For their honeymoon, Hermione wanted
to go to a large cedar wood and camp out. They did just that.
Harry reveled in how she stared at the stars like she would never
be able to get enough. The stars had been their guardians while
they fell asleep in each other's arms. She had brought back a
much-loved kitten from that forest, a half-wild beast that was
the size of a small spaniel. Hermione loved that kitten, nursed
it so that it was fat, well behaved, and much adored by her young
children.
Taralee Potter and James Potter stood at the hole too. Taralee,
age 8, was named after a place in a book and was called Scarlett
by her mother. She stood with three-year-old James and didn't
shed a tear. Harry knew that her tears were a private affair and
that when they came they would be plentiful. Taralee was her
mother's favorite and was sick with a grief that she didn't know
existed. To her, her mother was just gone. She couldn't imagine
life without her and honestly didn't want to. Harry wondered what
life was going to be like for her without a mother to guide her.
Only time would tell.
Little Jamie didn't understand what was going on in the world
around him. He had spent much of last night crying for his mother
to come and rescue him from the darkness and beasts that he saw
there. Jamie, having acquired his father's gift of Parseltongue,
had spent time with his tiny king snake more and more. The banded
snake was a gift from his mother, even though she almost hated them.
Harry understood Jamie's retreat into the world of Scales and
Slithering. He knew that the King Snake was helping him through
the anguish of not having a mother so suddenly.
Why could Harry have someone? Harry knew that life would never
be the same without her chocolate brown eyes and gentle smile.
He didn't know if he could live without her… But only time would
tell.
By
Remus Lover
Disclaimer: I own nothing… unless you count the number of
half eaten poptarts that litter my house… oh well. The plot
is mine, Taralee and Jamie are mine, and all the rest is
Goddess Rowling's! We love her, don't we?
Harry Potter stood at the edge of it. The black hole gaped
at him, seemingly surprised to be there, surrounded by jade
green grass. His own emerald eyes were bloodshot and the bags
under his eyes were large enough to hold two steamer trunks
apiece. This hole in the ground, this hole that had no business
being here, it was taking his love away. It was taking her where
he could never get to her, never rescue her. It would always be
there, but it would be out of his reach.
Hermione. His beloved wife. Why she lay in that dark, damp
hole was beyond him. There was no reason for her to be there,
no reason at all. She was light and she was love. She was the
moon and the sun to him. There was nothing he could do as the
pallbearers shifted the cedar coffin down into the dark abyss.
Hermione has loved cedar. For their honeymoon, Hermione wanted
to go to a large cedar wood and camp out. They did just that.
Harry reveled in how she stared at the stars like she would never
be able to get enough. The stars had been their guardians while
they fell asleep in each other's arms. She had brought back a
much-loved kitten from that forest, a half-wild beast that was
the size of a small spaniel. Hermione loved that kitten, nursed
it so that it was fat, well behaved, and much adored by her young
children.
Taralee Potter and James Potter stood at the hole too. Taralee,
age 8, was named after a place in a book and was called Scarlett
by her mother. She stood with three-year-old James and didn't
shed a tear. Harry knew that her tears were a private affair and
that when they came they would be plentiful. Taralee was her
mother's favorite and was sick with a grief that she didn't know
existed. To her, her mother was just gone. She couldn't imagine
life without her and honestly didn't want to. Harry wondered what
life was going to be like for her without a mother to guide her.
Only time would tell.
Little Jamie didn't understand what was going on in the world
around him. He had spent much of last night crying for his mother
to come and rescue him from the darkness and beasts that he saw
there. Jamie, having acquired his father's gift of Parseltongue,
had spent time with his tiny king snake more and more. The banded
snake was a gift from his mother, even though she almost hated them.
Harry understood Jamie's retreat into the world of Scales and
Slithering. He knew that the King Snake was helping him through
the anguish of not having a mother so suddenly.
Why could Harry have someone? Harry knew that life would never
be the same without her chocolate brown eyes and gentle smile.
He didn't know if he could live without her… But only time would
tell.