Chapter 18
Active Memories
Long had the last feast of the year been given. It was months after Harry lost Cadence and he had since accepted the fact that she was gone. He looked upon her memory as long living in his mind. He finally had true evidence that she had been in his life.
Draco had not spoken to him since. He had not said a nasty or kind word to Harry. He had failed to even look at him.
The Quidditch Cup Tournament had since been won, and in Cadence's memory, the team had played to the best of their ability and succeeded in victory.
Harry had loved the feel of the cup in his hands, but not as much as he would have felt if Cadence had been clutching the other side of it. For a brief moment, she had been there, smiling, dirty in her robes, kissing Harry happily on the cheek.
Harry sat in his small room at the Dursley's, doing his homework. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to write to Cadence than do actual work.
He sat staring out the window. He could see her face. he could see her eyes. her lips. her smile. Most of all he could see her smile. The look he loved about her the most. A full, open wide laugh that brightened up her cheeks and put a twinkle in her eye. The pale blonde hair flowing behind her shoulders, the button nose lifted high into the air, the pink lips turned upward. She was the most beautiful person he had ever known, inside and out.
He put his hand on his cheek, staring at Hedwig. He wanted to give her another job, but wasn't sure where she would end up with it. Writing a letter to someone that was gone was going to be a tough job for his owl, but she was smart enough to figure it out.
Harry had begun the letter, but wasn't sure how to end it. He stared at the parchment for minutes upon minutes, thinking to himself, what would sound good at the end? What would Cadence be most honored by?
The thought suddenly flew to him. He jotted down the final few lines.
Tears, idle tears. I know not what they mean, tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eye. In looking on the happy autumn fields and thinking of the days that are no more.*
Harry
He folded the letter, gave it to Hedwig, stroked the back of her head slowly, and watched her fly away. As he saw the snow white wings take off into flight, he sighed heavily.
Love wasn't something Harry Potter had received often. He knew well enough that the one time he received it as strongly as he had, it had been something remarkable.
Cadence was remarkable. Cadence was his miracle, his Goddess, his life force.
He received a letter back.
And he dared to cry.
A/N: Sorry for the sadness. And I also apologize for how out of canon it all is, but I must remind you that I wrote this about a year ago. Before we had any idea what JK Rowling had in store for us.
*May he love tomorrow who has never loved before, and may he who has loved, love tomorrow as well. *Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1847.
Active Memories
Long had the last feast of the year been given. It was months after Harry lost Cadence and he had since accepted the fact that she was gone. He looked upon her memory as long living in his mind. He finally had true evidence that she had been in his life.
Draco had not spoken to him since. He had not said a nasty or kind word to Harry. He had failed to even look at him.
The Quidditch Cup Tournament had since been won, and in Cadence's memory, the team had played to the best of their ability and succeeded in victory.
Harry had loved the feel of the cup in his hands, but not as much as he would have felt if Cadence had been clutching the other side of it. For a brief moment, she had been there, smiling, dirty in her robes, kissing Harry happily on the cheek.
Harry sat in his small room at the Dursley's, doing his homework. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to write to Cadence than do actual work.
He sat staring out the window. He could see her face. he could see her eyes. her lips. her smile. Most of all he could see her smile. The look he loved about her the most. A full, open wide laugh that brightened up her cheeks and put a twinkle in her eye. The pale blonde hair flowing behind her shoulders, the button nose lifted high into the air, the pink lips turned upward. She was the most beautiful person he had ever known, inside and out.
He put his hand on his cheek, staring at Hedwig. He wanted to give her another job, but wasn't sure where she would end up with it. Writing a letter to someone that was gone was going to be a tough job for his owl, but she was smart enough to figure it out.
Harry had begun the letter, but wasn't sure how to end it. He stared at the parchment for minutes upon minutes, thinking to himself, what would sound good at the end? What would Cadence be most honored by?
The thought suddenly flew to him. He jotted down the final few lines.
Tears, idle tears. I know not what they mean, tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eye. In looking on the happy autumn fields and thinking of the days that are no more.*
Harry
He folded the letter, gave it to Hedwig, stroked the back of her head slowly, and watched her fly away. As he saw the snow white wings take off into flight, he sighed heavily.
Love wasn't something Harry Potter had received often. He knew well enough that the one time he received it as strongly as he had, it had been something remarkable.
Cadence was remarkable. Cadence was his miracle, his Goddess, his life force.
He received a letter back.
And he dared to cry.
A/N: Sorry for the sadness. And I also apologize for how out of canon it all is, but I must remind you that I wrote this about a year ago. Before we had any idea what JK Rowling had in store for us.
*May he love tomorrow who has never loved before, and may he who has loved, love tomorrow as well. *Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1847.