This has to do with Lily and her thoughts on her son.
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When he came that fateful night, I wasn't scared or frightened. I didn't feel worried or concerned I felt angry. I was angry with him for ending my husbands and my life short. Mainly because I would never be there to encourage my son.
I would have to settle with being with him in spirit to watch him say his first word, take his first steps, his first... well his first everything. It's just not the same as being able to pick him up when he falls, whisper encouragement into his ears and help him with his homework.
But when I got to talk to him, at the graveyard. I stopped being angry. It was as though my anger was being wiped away by an invisible force. Because I saw in his eyes the love that was being given to him, Not by me even though that was I did every single day of every single month of every single year. It was the love being given to him by his friends.
The next year when he met Voldemort again I saw the confidence shining out from his eyes. The pure confidence that he could have only got from his father.
In his sixth I saw assurance in his eyes when Voldemort attacked. He assured everyone that everything would be alright and everyone believed him. Again that was one thing that he could have only gotten from his father.
And in the last year I saw the one thing that I had been missing the whole of his life. Every time I had thought of him I had seen it but overlooked it. It was Hope. The one true virtue he had received from me was the most important one. He had received my Hope.
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Disclaimer: I own the thoughts they ::points at J.K.Rowling and co.:: own the characters.
A/n: I have one word to say. SAPPY! I am in a sappy mood so don't sue me.
Reviews would be nice. Constructive critisim would be nice. Flame will be chucked at my
brother and hopefully set his hair alight. Btw I know that it is short but plz don't sue me :-)
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When he came that fateful night, I wasn't scared or frightened. I didn't feel worried or concerned I felt angry. I was angry with him for ending my husbands and my life short. Mainly because I would never be there to encourage my son.
I would have to settle with being with him in spirit to watch him say his first word, take his first steps, his first... well his first everything. It's just not the same as being able to pick him up when he falls, whisper encouragement into his ears and help him with his homework.
But when I got to talk to him, at the graveyard. I stopped being angry. It was as though my anger was being wiped away by an invisible force. Because I saw in his eyes the love that was being given to him, Not by me even though that was I did every single day of every single month of every single year. It was the love being given to him by his friends.
The next year when he met Voldemort again I saw the confidence shining out from his eyes. The pure confidence that he could have only got from his father.
In his sixth I saw assurance in his eyes when Voldemort attacked. He assured everyone that everything would be alright and everyone believed him. Again that was one thing that he could have only gotten from his father.
And in the last year I saw the one thing that I had been missing the whole of his life. Every time I had thought of him I had seen it but overlooked it. It was Hope. The one true virtue he had received from me was the most important one. He had received my Hope.
***
Disclaimer: I own the thoughts they ::points at J.K.Rowling and co.:: own the characters.
A/n: I have one word to say. SAPPY! I am in a sappy mood so don't sue me.
Reviews would be nice. Constructive critisim would be nice. Flame will be chucked at my
brother and hopefully set his hair alight. Btw I know that it is short but plz don't sue me :-)