Pure as the Driven Snow
Author: Hex
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters held herein.
Note: I'm not sure how this one came about really except that I was looking at my computer desktop for too long. This is about innocence and fate and…well snow I guess. I don't really understand it myself, see what you think.
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It was snowing. Soft flakes of stark whiteness drifting lazily to the ground, settling on grass and leaves. A gentle breeze blew the ice sparks against the window where the child sat, staring out at this new natural glory with innocent wonderment.
In the warm glow of the fire behind him his mother stood, watching her son with infinite sadness. He was so pure and untarnished, like the newly fallen snow outside but how long would that last? How long before his innocence melted away into slush, before it disappeared completely leaving only harsh frost behind?
It broke her heart to watch him like this and know his fate. To be told the future of her son, to face evil alone and unaided, was a great burden on her already well troubled soul. How could she let him face these great tasks without his mother at his side? What would be done what could prevent her helping him when he needed her most.
Her husband watched her from the doorway, knowing her thoughts and wishing only for something to ease them. To see her in such pain and know it as well, in the deepest part of his heart left him hollow. Their son, his first child, so young and fragile. Could he be easily taken from them as they feared? Would it be destiny which removed him from their arms so soon?
There can be no consolation to the parents of a child of fate.
Later than night, when all about him the house lay in ruins, the child stared up at the star strewn sky and felt the cold spots melt against his skin. Beside him his mother lay, unmoving, staring out into infinity with lifeless eyes. He had cried and called and shaken her but nothing had come of it. Somehow he knew she would not move again. Never again would those loving arms enclose him and now only the cold lay before him.
The snow fell. The innocence jaded. The world turned and life moved on.
There is no consolation for the child of fate, bereft of parent, stolen by destiny.
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R&R appreciated
Laters
Hex