"Skipping school Hermione?" Harry asked mildly when Hermione stepped
in the back door.
"How's it going Harry?" Hermione said, ignoring him. She walked into the sunny kitchen, a bundle of papers she had to mark in her arms.
"Better, now that you're here." Harry said, grinning, pulling Hermione down next to him.
"But Harry! I have homework!"
"What if I die tomorrow? And then you'll say, 'Oh what have I done? I never got to sleep with Harry one last time!'"
"I will not!" Hermione said, but she grinned and moved closer to him.
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After Hermione left Harry went down to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He stared at the wall behind the sink for a moment, and then hurled the glass at the wall. He stood for a moment, marvelling at this anger inside of him, then he slid down to the floor, weeping. He didn't used to be like this, he thought, as his fingers slid down from the counter, he hadn't used to be so angry.
Things change, it was as though he had exchanged character with Ron. Now he had an unharnessable fury within him, something that flared at the slightest flicker of danger to his family. He wanted his old calm back, his restraint. His blissful, peacable innocence. He looked up from the floor as he heard a sound, and suddenly Marit was in front of him.
"Do it." He said.
But she smiled and shook her head. "I would never kill you Harry." She put her flat, white hand up to her mouth. "Oh no. You'll do that yourself."
Suddenly had a painful flashback to a time twelve years before.
"Do it." Harry whispered to Voldemort, who stood before him. "Do it. I want to die." And he did. His wife was dead, he hadn't seen his daughter in six weeks, and Ron was missing in action. "Let me die."
"Oh no." The man chuckled softly. "Oh no, you'll do it yourself."
And he would. He would--. No. He would not kill himself. Because if he killed himself the people would turn. Where is your hero? Oh, he killed himself, you know, it was getting too much. That's alright, we don't mind that he could care less what happens to us. Don't worry, Voldemort will protect us.
Oh they knew alright. They knew that eventually he would break. But would he break in the way they wanted him to? "That's a gamble." He said aloud.
Marit crouched down, as though she was speaking to a child. "Oh no, it's not a gamble at all. We'll jusy kill until we find you weak spot. Actually, I just like killing. When I get tired of watching you die inside, I'll just kill Lily-"
"You stay the hell away from my daughter!" Harry screamed. "You fucking touch her and I'll kill you. You hear me? I'll fucking kill you!"
Marit laughed softly. "You are so easy to read." She leaned forward and tweaked Harry's nose. He screamed in anguish and she disappeared.
)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()( )()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()( "So are you guys going to leave me at the mercy of Will every time we go to Hogsmeade?" Lily asked playfully. They were sitting in the common room, it was late and they weren't close to winding down yet.
"You could have stuck around with Kris." Anna said sweetly.
"Mmmm, and you could put a sock in it." Lily said.
"And where were you two?" Moira asked Caroline and Daniel, hoping to avoid a confrontation.
"The sweetshop." They said in perfect unison.
"Hmmm." Anna said, looking at Lily. "Does that sound a little-"
"Rehearsed?" Lily suplied.
"Shut up." They both mumbled.
'Yeah, that's kind of what we thought."
"Yeah well what about Lily?" Caroline said indignantly. "It would seem that our dear little fleur has been slipping out of her dormitory to meet a certain Swede. I'm sure we need not mention any names."
"Caroline! You weren't supposed to tell."
"So it's true?"
"No Moira," Lily said sourly. "It's not true, I'm just getting angry at Caroline and PRETENDING it's true." She stood and smiled at them, to let them know she wasn't actually angry, and then she walked away alone.
She walked out of the common room and down the stairs, out into the night. The air was warm as she walked down to the lake. She sat close to the waters edge and extended her legs, curving her feet so her toes almost touched the water. She leaned close and looked at her reflection in the calm, smooth water. Who was she? This new girl, this strange girl. This girl who could bring people back form the dead, but could not remember her own mother. She trailed he fingers over the water, watching it ripple and dip.
"You keep him alive you know." Hermione was standing behind her.
"Am I that easy to read?"
"No. I'm just good at reading."
Lily looked out over the lake. "I'll never be what my father wants."
Hermione sighed and nodded. "No, you won't. It's nothing you say or do. Something very precious was taken from your father and nothing anyone can give will fill that space."
"My mother." Lily said dully.
"Oh no." Hermione said. "No. His life Lily. Your dad lost his life. He died so many times."
"But, I thought you said that people can't be brought back to life."
"No," Hermione agreed. "They can't. Maybe when you look at him you see your father, but that's only because you never knew him before. He's died inside Lily. And its no one's fault Lily. You don't know what he lost."
"It's not fair. I love him Hermione! He's my dad. Why can't he love me back?"
"Because he's scared Lily. He's too scared to love anyone."
"How's it going Harry?" Hermione said, ignoring him. She walked into the sunny kitchen, a bundle of papers she had to mark in her arms.
"Better, now that you're here." Harry said, grinning, pulling Hermione down next to him.
"But Harry! I have homework!"
"What if I die tomorrow? And then you'll say, 'Oh what have I done? I never got to sleep with Harry one last time!'"
"I will not!" Hermione said, but she grinned and moved closer to him.
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After Hermione left Harry went down to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He stared at the wall behind the sink for a moment, and then hurled the glass at the wall. He stood for a moment, marvelling at this anger inside of him, then he slid down to the floor, weeping. He didn't used to be like this, he thought, as his fingers slid down from the counter, he hadn't used to be so angry.
Things change, it was as though he had exchanged character with Ron. Now he had an unharnessable fury within him, something that flared at the slightest flicker of danger to his family. He wanted his old calm back, his restraint. His blissful, peacable innocence. He looked up from the floor as he heard a sound, and suddenly Marit was in front of him.
"Do it." He said.
But she smiled and shook her head. "I would never kill you Harry." She put her flat, white hand up to her mouth. "Oh no. You'll do that yourself."
Suddenly had a painful flashback to a time twelve years before.
"Do it." Harry whispered to Voldemort, who stood before him. "Do it. I want to die." And he did. His wife was dead, he hadn't seen his daughter in six weeks, and Ron was missing in action. "Let me die."
"Oh no." The man chuckled softly. "Oh no, you'll do it yourself."
And he would. He would--. No. He would not kill himself. Because if he killed himself the people would turn. Where is your hero? Oh, he killed himself, you know, it was getting too much. That's alright, we don't mind that he could care less what happens to us. Don't worry, Voldemort will protect us.
Oh they knew alright. They knew that eventually he would break. But would he break in the way they wanted him to? "That's a gamble." He said aloud.
Marit crouched down, as though she was speaking to a child. "Oh no, it's not a gamble at all. We'll jusy kill until we find you weak spot. Actually, I just like killing. When I get tired of watching you die inside, I'll just kill Lily-"
"You stay the hell away from my daughter!" Harry screamed. "You fucking touch her and I'll kill you. You hear me? I'll fucking kill you!"
Marit laughed softly. "You are so easy to read." She leaned forward and tweaked Harry's nose. He screamed in anguish and she disappeared.
)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()( )()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()( "So are you guys going to leave me at the mercy of Will every time we go to Hogsmeade?" Lily asked playfully. They were sitting in the common room, it was late and they weren't close to winding down yet.
"You could have stuck around with Kris." Anna said sweetly.
"Mmmm, and you could put a sock in it." Lily said.
"And where were you two?" Moira asked Caroline and Daniel, hoping to avoid a confrontation.
"The sweetshop." They said in perfect unison.
"Hmmm." Anna said, looking at Lily. "Does that sound a little-"
"Rehearsed?" Lily suplied.
"Shut up." They both mumbled.
'Yeah, that's kind of what we thought."
"Yeah well what about Lily?" Caroline said indignantly. "It would seem that our dear little fleur has been slipping out of her dormitory to meet a certain Swede. I'm sure we need not mention any names."
"Caroline! You weren't supposed to tell."
"So it's true?"
"No Moira," Lily said sourly. "It's not true, I'm just getting angry at Caroline and PRETENDING it's true." She stood and smiled at them, to let them know she wasn't actually angry, and then she walked away alone.
She walked out of the common room and down the stairs, out into the night. The air was warm as she walked down to the lake. She sat close to the waters edge and extended her legs, curving her feet so her toes almost touched the water. She leaned close and looked at her reflection in the calm, smooth water. Who was she? This new girl, this strange girl. This girl who could bring people back form the dead, but could not remember her own mother. She trailed he fingers over the water, watching it ripple and dip.
"You keep him alive you know." Hermione was standing behind her.
"Am I that easy to read?"
"No. I'm just good at reading."
Lily looked out over the lake. "I'll never be what my father wants."
Hermione sighed and nodded. "No, you won't. It's nothing you say or do. Something very precious was taken from your father and nothing anyone can give will fill that space."
"My mother." Lily said dully.
"Oh no." Hermione said. "No. His life Lily. Your dad lost his life. He died so many times."
"But, I thought you said that people can't be brought back to life."
"No," Hermione agreed. "They can't. Maybe when you look at him you see your father, but that's only because you never knew him before. He's died inside Lily. And its no one's fault Lily. You don't know what he lost."
"It's not fair. I love him Hermione! He's my dad. Why can't he love me back?"
"Because he's scared Lily. He's too scared to love anyone."