A bird was singing…
Somehow the sweet notes resounded as a monstrous cacophony in Harry's head. The joyful sound was so out of place. Indeed, it seemed almost to be mocking him.
The wind was causing his fringe to brush loosely over his forehead and he absently thought that he ought to have it cut as a stray whisp caught at his eye.
The minor distraction however could not cut through the numbness. There was something deep within him that Harry could now feel beginning to stir, and as he stood there, motionless, with reality finally making itself known to him.
His parents were dead… They were buried here.
Harry knew that he was on the edge of the precipice, and that soon he would be plunged into the swirling blackness of the depths of grief.
A small tremor of foreboding ran through him as he lifted his hand to swipe at the offending hair and accidentally brushed his infamous scar.
The wall of despair hit him like a truck and he was almost bent double by the force of it.
"Why?!" He cried out to the unhearing, uncaring sky. "Why did you have to be taken from me?"
There was no reply, the clouds that raced across the bleak grey sky did not respond and their indifference seemed to cause Harry even greater pain.
No-one would ever tell him why, there could be no justification or reason. His parents were gone, and that was the simple, undeniable fact.
"I miss you. But I never even knew you."
Harry addressed the headstones in an anguished whisper ignoring the rouge tears that had escaped his unstable defences.
Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed when he eventually thought to move again. His silent vigil had indeed stretched well into the night.
He noticed that the birdsong had disappeared. Instantly regretting the grudge he had held against it Harry felt strangely guilty for his unspoken anger at something so beautiful.
"It does not do to take one's anger and pain out on anything else, especially not something so innocent and sweet as a bird."
He sighed touching the headstones reverently.
"And it does not do to dwell for too long on the past."
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(Dedicated to 'Nagh' who was a wonderful author and a good friend.)
A/NWell, I'm not quite sure where that came from!
I've been feeling quite a bit of angst in my writing recently.
I had a dream the other night, which has inspired me to write a mini-fic.
It will probably not take long to write, but as the dream was actually quite nonsensical I'm having to restructure it quite a lot!
Till, then…
Luv
Jona
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Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or anything about these little sentences except the way in which I put them together.