Shades of a Relationship
Part 1: Friendship
Chapter 2
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns everything related to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and J. K. Rowling owns anything related to Harry Potter. Author's Notes: Okay, this was originally a sequel to Friendship, but has now become part of the new series I've started. Summary: People always remember the kindnesses you've done them, especially at the times when the tears won't seem to stop falling. Pairing: Willow/Harry (friendship) Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth. Anyone else, just e- mail me.
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It seemed that all I was capable of doing nowadays was crying. Ever since I had collapsed into tears in the arms of my best friends, Xander Harris, I had not seemed to stop. A long month had passed for this broken redheaded girl, and still the pearl droplets fell.
I knew something important was happening today, but for the life of me I couldn't remember. Giles had spoken to me about it, but as per usual, I had been caught up in my grief and tears. A month had passed since Tara died, and I tried to end the world. Giles had taken me almost immediately back to England for help.
Help came in the name of Albus Dumbledore. The man was nice enough, and I'm sure I would have found him quite amusing before. Not now, though. Now, I am content, no, content is to strong a word. Now, I am tolerant to spend my days alone with the salted water I can't seem to stop from falling.
My musings are interrupted as Giles enters the room, looking at me with the pity and the self-loathing he feels. He blames himself. I wish I had the nerve to talk to him, to tell him that none of this was his fault; that I had made my own decisions and I wasn't his responsibility. But I can't, I'm not ready yet. I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready.
He takes my hand, telling me that he's here. Someone to see me? Oh, yes. I can't remember his name, but apparently he's quite famous, stopped a very evil warlock from taking over the world. Can't imagine why he would want to see me.
I'm lead into another room, the Great Hall. It's fuller than I would wish, the teacher's going about eating their lunch. I'm not sure I like being in this room with all these people who look at me with cautious, pitying glances. So contradictory, they look at me like they don't trust me, which they shouldn't, yet also in their gazes is the sorrow they feel at seeing someone so young broken like I am.
But Giles continues to lead me in, toward the head table. He sits me next to a man whose head is turned in conversation, before taking the seat on my other side. Is this the man that I'm supposed to meet?
His conversation companion notices as I sit down and the man I must assume is here for introductions with me is gestured to turn around. He has a full head of jet-black hair, uncontrollably sticking out all over his head. The black haired guy then turned to face me.
The familiarity hits me like a cold splash of water. It couldn't be! A memory of green eyes, black hair and summer games comes rushing to the forefront of my brain.
He received a shock of familiarity as well, it seems. His mouth widened into a '0' shape as his green eyes, so similar to my own, remembered the summer that two nine year olds spent together. It's amazing to think about it, running into him after so many years. We first met before the world had hardened our views, forcing tears of regret and loss on me. Now we meet again as adults, at the lowest point in my life, when it seems that all I have left to do is cry.
Suddenly, a brilliant smile lights up his face as he looks into my own tear filled eyes. Looking back into his I come to a realization, maybe there is something left for me to do here; something left to live for. The tears still continue to fall down my cheeks but this time they're different. This time they're not tears of regret and loss, tears of pain. This time, they're tears of hope.
"I'll be your friend, for the summer."
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For those of you who might recognize this part, it used to be a one-shot sequel called Tears.
~Kamikazee
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns everything related to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and J. K. Rowling owns anything related to Harry Potter. Author's Notes: Okay, this was originally a sequel to Friendship, but has now become part of the new series I've started. Summary: People always remember the kindnesses you've done them, especially at the times when the tears won't seem to stop falling. Pairing: Willow/Harry (friendship) Distribution: Fanfiction.net, Twisting the Hellmouth. Anyone else, just e- mail me.
~
It seemed that all I was capable of doing nowadays was crying. Ever since I had collapsed into tears in the arms of my best friends, Xander Harris, I had not seemed to stop. A long month had passed for this broken redheaded girl, and still the pearl droplets fell.
I knew something important was happening today, but for the life of me I couldn't remember. Giles had spoken to me about it, but as per usual, I had been caught up in my grief and tears. A month had passed since Tara died, and I tried to end the world. Giles had taken me almost immediately back to England for help.
Help came in the name of Albus Dumbledore. The man was nice enough, and I'm sure I would have found him quite amusing before. Not now, though. Now, I am content, no, content is to strong a word. Now, I am tolerant to spend my days alone with the salted water I can't seem to stop from falling.
My musings are interrupted as Giles enters the room, looking at me with the pity and the self-loathing he feels. He blames himself. I wish I had the nerve to talk to him, to tell him that none of this was his fault; that I had made my own decisions and I wasn't his responsibility. But I can't, I'm not ready yet. I'm not sure if I'll ever be ready.
He takes my hand, telling me that he's here. Someone to see me? Oh, yes. I can't remember his name, but apparently he's quite famous, stopped a very evil warlock from taking over the world. Can't imagine why he would want to see me.
I'm lead into another room, the Great Hall. It's fuller than I would wish, the teacher's going about eating their lunch. I'm not sure I like being in this room with all these people who look at me with cautious, pitying glances. So contradictory, they look at me like they don't trust me, which they shouldn't, yet also in their gazes is the sorrow they feel at seeing someone so young broken like I am.
But Giles continues to lead me in, toward the head table. He sits me next to a man whose head is turned in conversation, before taking the seat on my other side. Is this the man that I'm supposed to meet?
His conversation companion notices as I sit down and the man I must assume is here for introductions with me is gestured to turn around. He has a full head of jet-black hair, uncontrollably sticking out all over his head. The black haired guy then turned to face me.
The familiarity hits me like a cold splash of water. It couldn't be! A memory of green eyes, black hair and summer games comes rushing to the forefront of my brain.
He received a shock of familiarity as well, it seems. His mouth widened into a '0' shape as his green eyes, so similar to my own, remembered the summer that two nine year olds spent together. It's amazing to think about it, running into him after so many years. We first met before the world had hardened our views, forcing tears of regret and loss on me. Now we meet again as adults, at the lowest point in my life, when it seems that all I have left to do is cry.
Suddenly, a brilliant smile lights up his face as he looks into my own tear filled eyes. Looking back into his I come to a realization, maybe there is something left for me to do here; something left to live for. The tears still continue to fall down my cheeks but this time they're different. This time they're not tears of regret and loss, tears of pain. This time, they're tears of hope.
"I'll be your friend, for the summer."
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For those of you who might recognize this part, it used to be a one-shot sequel called Tears.
~Kamikazee