This can't be real. Never in a million years did I think I would ever hear his name again. Never did I think my son would be the one to see him, if only in his dreams. And how? I didn't know my child was a seer, that he had the gift.
***
At breakfast Harry hardly touched his food. He poked his scrambled eggs with a fork and stared blankly at his plate. Ginny gazed at him, trying to decipher what was troubling him.
"Harry?" She reached over and gently touched her husband's hand. "What's the matter? Are you all right?"
Harry looked up at her, startled. For a moment it was as if he didn't even recognise who she was. He shook his head dumbly.
"I, I -- no, nothing's wrong. I uh, just need to take a walk."
***
I feel like I have lived to be the Boy Who Lied. Damn it. Why now, seven years later? And why my little boy? Curse me bless me Draco. You left me and now you haunt me through my child's dreams. Do I remember you? Yes I do. Every single bloody day. Every time I step out on to a quidditch pitch after it rains and inhale the scent of dampness in the air and the fresh wet grass. Every time I bathe or eat or sleep or every...
Damn you, Malfoy. I hate you I love you I need you I want you. You fulfil me. You pervade my senses and set every little nerve on fire. You make me bleed and hurt but the pain's all right, it's just....just that I need you back here, with me.
***
When Harry returned back from his walk he didn't go inside, but instead stood out on the porch for the longest time. The fly screen door creaked as Ginny pushed it open and came outside to stand with him.
"Where are the kids?" Harry asked.
"Gone to school...The Buttercup Express was early for once. I mean honestly, the way David drives that bus you'd think we weren't paying Madam Marionne five hundred galleons a year for two children."
Harry hadn't replied. Ginny looked at him.
"Harry..." She wrapped her slender arms around his waist and kissed his cheek. He didn't even flinch. "Love if there's anything wrong please just-"
"Nothing is wrong. I'm fine."
"Well you don't look fine." Ginny said flatly. "Don't lie to me. All morning at breakfast you've been acting like your best friend's just died. Now stop bottling up whatever it is and tell me what's wrong."
Harry looked up at her and the total empty sadness in his eyes scared her.
"You wouldn't understand."
Ginny spun away from him. His words had stung her.
"Bloody hell Harry! I am your wife!"
"I know..." And with that Harry turned and walked inside.
***
Why do I feel like for every step I'm moving forward he's moving two behind?
Like...like we're standing on separate ends of an iceberg and there's this huge crack and the two halves keep floating further apart. Harry, Harry, Harry...I care about you. I have always cared about you. I love you so much. I owe you my life...my happiness, my children - *our* children. But why do you still look into the shadows at night? Why do you jump every time the phone rings with some hidden ray of hope?
I know who you look for. I know the answers you seek in those shadows and I know who you hope is one the other end of the phone.
But will you ever find your answer?
I stayed by your side through thick and thin Harry, through every sickness, every joy, every heartche and every success.
Is HE ever coming back Harry?
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afterdinnermints:
{:-O Eek! Next chapter coming soon. And yes, explanation coming as to why Ginny knows. BTW: the Madam Marionne's school is like a primary school for magical children. The Buttercup Express is like a school bus, only it's magical too.
Please review! Thanks to those of u who r devotedly following this story: it really means something to me! :D
***
At breakfast Harry hardly touched his food. He poked his scrambled eggs with a fork and stared blankly at his plate. Ginny gazed at him, trying to decipher what was troubling him.
"Harry?" She reached over and gently touched her husband's hand. "What's the matter? Are you all right?"
Harry looked up at her, startled. For a moment it was as if he didn't even recognise who she was. He shook his head dumbly.
"I, I -- no, nothing's wrong. I uh, just need to take a walk."
***
I feel like I have lived to be the Boy Who Lied. Damn it. Why now, seven years later? And why my little boy? Curse me bless me Draco. You left me and now you haunt me through my child's dreams. Do I remember you? Yes I do. Every single bloody day. Every time I step out on to a quidditch pitch after it rains and inhale the scent of dampness in the air and the fresh wet grass. Every time I bathe or eat or sleep or every...
Damn you, Malfoy. I hate you I love you I need you I want you. You fulfil me. You pervade my senses and set every little nerve on fire. You make me bleed and hurt but the pain's all right, it's just....just that I need you back here, with me.
***
When Harry returned back from his walk he didn't go inside, but instead stood out on the porch for the longest time. The fly screen door creaked as Ginny pushed it open and came outside to stand with him.
"Where are the kids?" Harry asked.
"Gone to school...The Buttercup Express was early for once. I mean honestly, the way David drives that bus you'd think we weren't paying Madam Marionne five hundred galleons a year for two children."
Harry hadn't replied. Ginny looked at him.
"Harry..." She wrapped her slender arms around his waist and kissed his cheek. He didn't even flinch. "Love if there's anything wrong please just-"
"Nothing is wrong. I'm fine."
"Well you don't look fine." Ginny said flatly. "Don't lie to me. All morning at breakfast you've been acting like your best friend's just died. Now stop bottling up whatever it is and tell me what's wrong."
Harry looked up at her and the total empty sadness in his eyes scared her.
"You wouldn't understand."
Ginny spun away from him. His words had stung her.
"Bloody hell Harry! I am your wife!"
"I know..." And with that Harry turned and walked inside.
***
Why do I feel like for every step I'm moving forward he's moving two behind?
Like...like we're standing on separate ends of an iceberg and there's this huge crack and the two halves keep floating further apart. Harry, Harry, Harry...I care about you. I have always cared about you. I love you so much. I owe you my life...my happiness, my children - *our* children. But why do you still look into the shadows at night? Why do you jump every time the phone rings with some hidden ray of hope?
I know who you look for. I know the answers you seek in those shadows and I know who you hope is one the other end of the phone.
But will you ever find your answer?
I stayed by your side through thick and thin Harry, through every sickness, every joy, every heartche and every success.
Is HE ever coming back Harry?
---
afterdinnermints:
{:-O Eek! Next chapter coming soon. And yes, explanation coming as to why Ginny knows. BTW: the Madam Marionne's school is like a primary school for magical children. The Buttercup Express is like a school bus, only it's magical too.
Please review! Thanks to those of u who r devotedly following this story: it really means something to me! :D