A Prayer From A Different Source
~FawkesRises
AN1: Hey it's a fic I didn't write to music! I'm not sure if it's been done, if it has then one person'll probably hate me…if not then you'll all still probably hate me *grin* I'm not telling you anything more until you read. *heeheehee*
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"For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love."
~Carl Sagan
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Nestled under his chin, I can feel his pulse. A steady, soft reminder that he's still here, he hasn't turned to stone since the last time I saw him.
It might not be that big of a thing to anyone else, but I need the reassurance sometimes.
His icy fingers burn as they clutch at me. But I don't move away. How could I? He's just a child, even at seventeen. I don't care if he is the Boy-Who-Lived, the one who drive back the dark…
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He needs someone just as much as anyone else does. He needs someone to care about him, not just about what will happen if he's not around.
He's still just a boy.
And he's afraid. Afraid that he won't be enough to save the world; afraid he'll let everyone down.
I want to tell him how proud I am of him. For being so strong these past seven years. For surviving everything he's been through. I want to tell him I understand-
My brave boy…
I want to put my arms around him and hug him, because he deserves it and nobody else seems to be able to.
No one seems to notice how much they've out on his shoulders, how much they are expecting of him.
But me, I don't expect him to be my savior--if the Dark Lord wins then all I want is to have my boy back. The rest of the wizarding world can save themselves. Only leave me Harry.
He's been through enough. He's lost and scared and I'm so afraid that he'll break.
It's funny though, you'd never think he was so fragile if you saw him walking down the corridors. He's so good at hiding.
Those glasses…
That fake smile…
Those happy friends…
His friends-can't they see how hurt he is? What's wrong with them?
But, I guess I shouldn't be mad at them, they're just children as well. They are just as scared, just as afraid.
I just don't see why this war has to be fought by children.
Graduation is coming up soon and there are too many of them lost. Too many have already been sacrificed to the cause, their wings smashed and ripped from their bodies.
All for the cause…
I don't want Harry to end up that way. I wish I could keep him safe here with me. Protect him from the world past these walls, the world that keeps coming in nonetheless.
I want to see him grow up, become the person I know he can be. I want to see him spread his wings and be happy.
I want him to be the way he was back when I first saw him- a little unsure, a little awestruck, but oh so full of promise…
I guess I want too many things. But I'm selfish, I'll admit that.
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For the first time in a very long while, I feel him shake-the kind of shaking that doesn't come from being cold. A warm wetness drips and slides down my face as if it were my own.
But the tears are his.
He suddenly sobs and pulls me even closer.
"I'm so scared Hedwig"
I know, I know…
I make a soft hurrr and nip at his finger to let him know I've heard him. To let him know he's not alone.
It's times like these, I wish I had hands.
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AN2: So what do you think??? I was going for "motherly concern"-did I get it???
I even threw in some flight references, thinking someone will figure it out before the end *evil smirk* I told you you'd hate me…and for the disturbed out there, there are no romantic feelings between Harry and his owl-get your mind out of the gutter!