Summary: Wandering through the halls of Hogwarts, someone is watching the Boy Who Lived...
Disclaimer: I do not believe to own, pretend to own or simply own Harry Potter and all related characters...you know who does.
-~-~Watching~-~-
I used to be able to protect the one I love.
Not anymore.
I lived for him and through him.
Not anymore.
I would have died for him... My green-eyed wonder...
-~-~-~-
I am one of those beings who watch in silence. I keep to myself, not speaking to anyone except my faithful companion, watching ~his~ life enfolding. Day after day and night after night, I wonder about the halls of Hogwarts, the only place I could find to stay, and where the walls know me... but not the paintings...not the ghosts...not the inhabitants...not ~him~...
~Him~. Harry James Potter, the orphan child of James and Lily Potter, the renowned Boy Who Lived. People regard him, besides this, as the next saviour of the Wizarding World. But I know -oh, how I know- that he is more than that. Much, much more than that. If people could just look unbiased into his eyes -those light green eyes that I know so well-, they'd be able to see the depths of his soul and the power of his heart. They'd see how he feels and hurts, like any other being... How he has to deal with all that fate has in store for him.
-~-~-~-
Harry, love... It's been so many years since I've been standing behind you, watching your every move and yet - not interfering.
I see you sitting down at the table of the Gryffindor House - which you do so honor and uphold - upset with your friend Ron, because you've had yet another fight. I notice your closed expression and the anger mixing with pain in your eyes. I say nothing. I do not move. I smile sadly - soon it will pass, I know it. Don't fret over it, my darling; tomorrow you'll be chatting happily with your friend again. I know, because I've watched you... since the first day and till now, in your fifth year... and I'll still be watching over the years.
-~-~-~-
I've watched as you passed with other nervous first years through the great wooden doors of Hogwarts, as you worried in silence about your sorting, as your eyes grew in amazement of the magically decorated Great Hall and of the Sorting Hat, as you argued with it not to put you into Slytherin, as you brightened up when it placed you into Gryffindor...
I've watched as you and your friends won the House Cup for Gryffindor the first year, the second, the third, the forth...
I've watched as you won the Quidditch Cup in your third year - your father must be so proud...
I've watched as you formed friendships with your housemates, as you fought with the Slytherins, as you studied, as you went through your adventures... as you grew up.
-~-~-~-
Right now, it's time for class and I prepare myself to follow you - unnoticed by anyone, not even you.
I love you, Harry, and I'm so sorry I haven't ~really~ been there for you. Fate kept me away and I pray that someday you'll understand and move on.
-~-~-~-
I watch him as he enters his classroom for yet another hour of Charms. Another lesson in a certain subject, another day of school, of life. Yet nothing I can help him with, no way I could possibly influence his life, at school or anywhere else, now or later...
-~-~-~-
I used to be able to protect the one I love.
Not anymore.
I lived for him and through him.
Not anymore.
I would have gladly died for him... give my life for him to live instead... and I did...
-~-~The End~-~-
Disclaimer: I do not believe to own, pretend to own or simply own Harry Potter and all related characters...you know who does.
-~-~Watching~-~-
I used to be able to protect the one I love.
Not anymore.
I lived for him and through him.
Not anymore.
I would have died for him... My green-eyed wonder...
-~-~-~-
I am one of those beings who watch in silence. I keep to myself, not speaking to anyone except my faithful companion, watching ~his~ life enfolding. Day after day and night after night, I wonder about the halls of Hogwarts, the only place I could find to stay, and where the walls know me... but not the paintings...not the ghosts...not the inhabitants...not ~him~...
~Him~. Harry James Potter, the orphan child of James and Lily Potter, the renowned Boy Who Lived. People regard him, besides this, as the next saviour of the Wizarding World. But I know -oh, how I know- that he is more than that. Much, much more than that. If people could just look unbiased into his eyes -those light green eyes that I know so well-, they'd be able to see the depths of his soul and the power of his heart. They'd see how he feels and hurts, like any other being... How he has to deal with all that fate has in store for him.
-~-~-~-
Harry, love... It's been so many years since I've been standing behind you, watching your every move and yet - not interfering.
I see you sitting down at the table of the Gryffindor House - which you do so honor and uphold - upset with your friend Ron, because you've had yet another fight. I notice your closed expression and the anger mixing with pain in your eyes. I say nothing. I do not move. I smile sadly - soon it will pass, I know it. Don't fret over it, my darling; tomorrow you'll be chatting happily with your friend again. I know, because I've watched you... since the first day and till now, in your fifth year... and I'll still be watching over the years.
-~-~-~-
I've watched as you passed with other nervous first years through the great wooden doors of Hogwarts, as you worried in silence about your sorting, as your eyes grew in amazement of the magically decorated Great Hall and of the Sorting Hat, as you argued with it not to put you into Slytherin, as you brightened up when it placed you into Gryffindor...
I've watched as you and your friends won the House Cup for Gryffindor the first year, the second, the third, the forth...
I've watched as you won the Quidditch Cup in your third year - your father must be so proud...
I've watched as you formed friendships with your housemates, as you fought with the Slytherins, as you studied, as you went through your adventures... as you grew up.
-~-~-~-
Right now, it's time for class and I prepare myself to follow you - unnoticed by anyone, not even you.
I love you, Harry, and I'm so sorry I haven't ~really~ been there for you. Fate kept me away and I pray that someday you'll understand and move on.
-~-~-~-
I watch him as he enters his classroom for yet another hour of Charms. Another lesson in a certain subject, another day of school, of life. Yet nothing I can help him with, no way I could possibly influence his life, at school or anywhere else, now or later...
-~-~-~-
I used to be able to protect the one I love.
Not anymore.
I lived for him and through him.
Not anymore.
I would have gladly died for him... give my life for him to live instead... and I did...
-~-~The End~-~-