Title: Bright eyes.
Author name: Moonlitorion
Author E-mail: Gill8425@aol.com
Sub - Category: Angst
Keywords: H/D slash, angst, Bright eyes/song fic
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Summary: After the lose of Ron and Hermione at the end of the war (Voldemort is dead) Harry is feeling really depressed and Draco is really worried about him, so he decides to talk to Harry about it.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Bright eyes!
//Is it a kind of dream floating out on the tide, Following the river of death downstream. Oh is it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon, a strange glow in the sky. And nobody seems to know where you go And what does it mean, oh oh is it a dream?//
I stand there in the doorway just staring at him. He doesn't look up; he just continues to stare aimlessly at the TV. We've been together for five years now, we moved in together after seventh year and after the lose of Ron and Hermione at the war. I knew it would break him up inside but he didn't let it show for years.
Today is the anniversary of their deaths and so many others that Harry loved and cared about. Today he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself. I slowly move over to sit with him on the floor; he turns his head slowly to look at me. I'm taken back by what I see within those emerald eyes that used to burn so brightly, and now those same eyes are looking very pale and no longer shine. He gives me a weak smile and I return his smile with one of reassurance.
//Bright eyes burning like fire, Bright eyes how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes.//
As I sit here looking into Harry's eyes I can't help but feel helpless. It seems like what ever I try to do I wont be able to take away his pain. 'I still have to try' I tell myself, so I do.
"Harry?" I ask rather breathlessly.
"Yeah Dray."
"...Are you...are you ok?"
"Yes of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" he replies with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
I look at him and then realise that there is something I need to say and he needs to hear it. So I take a deep breath and begin.
"Harry I need to tell you something but it's going to sound really harsh."
Harry doesn't say anything but just looks at me and waits for me to continue.
"The thing is Harry, you're not lying to me when you say you're ok. The only person you're lying to is yourself. I know that you're hurting and I want to be able to help you but I can't do that if you let me in."
//Is it a kind of shadow reaching into the night, Wondering over the hills unseen. Or is it a dream? There's a high wind in the trees, a cold sound in the air And nobody ever knows when you go And where do you start oh oh into the dark.//
Again Harry doesn't reply, instead he just closes his eyes and then slowly opens them. His eyes have gone rather glassy, I can he wants to cry. I put my arms around him and hold him tightly as he cries silently on my shoulder.
//Bright eyes burning like fire, Bright eyes how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes.//
AN: Please review and tell me what you think. Cheers!!
Author name: Moonlitorion
Author E-mail: Gill8425@aol.com
Sub - Category: Angst
Keywords: H/D slash, angst, Bright eyes/song fic
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Summary: After the lose of Ron and Hermione at the end of the war (Voldemort is dead) Harry is feeling really depressed and Draco is really worried about him, so he decides to talk to Harry about it.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Bright eyes!
//Is it a kind of dream floating out on the tide, Following the river of death downstream. Oh is it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon, a strange glow in the sky. And nobody seems to know where you go And what does it mean, oh oh is it a dream?//
I stand there in the doorway just staring at him. He doesn't look up; he just continues to stare aimlessly at the TV. We've been together for five years now, we moved in together after seventh year and after the lose of Ron and Hermione at the war. I knew it would break him up inside but he didn't let it show for years.
Today is the anniversary of their deaths and so many others that Harry loved and cared about. Today he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself. I slowly move over to sit with him on the floor; he turns his head slowly to look at me. I'm taken back by what I see within those emerald eyes that used to burn so brightly, and now those same eyes are looking very pale and no longer shine. He gives me a weak smile and I return his smile with one of reassurance.
//Bright eyes burning like fire, Bright eyes how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes.//
As I sit here looking into Harry's eyes I can't help but feel helpless. It seems like what ever I try to do I wont be able to take away his pain. 'I still have to try' I tell myself, so I do.
"Harry?" I ask rather breathlessly.
"Yeah Dray."
"...Are you...are you ok?"
"Yes of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" he replies with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
I look at him and then realise that there is something I need to say and he needs to hear it. So I take a deep breath and begin.
"Harry I need to tell you something but it's going to sound really harsh."
Harry doesn't say anything but just looks at me and waits for me to continue.
"The thing is Harry, you're not lying to me when you say you're ok. The only person you're lying to is yourself. I know that you're hurting and I want to be able to help you but I can't do that if you let me in."
//Is it a kind of shadow reaching into the night, Wondering over the hills unseen. Or is it a dream? There's a high wind in the trees, a cold sound in the air And nobody ever knows when you go And where do you start oh oh into the dark.//
Again Harry doesn't reply, instead he just closes his eyes and then slowly opens them. His eyes have gone rather glassy, I can he wants to cry. I put my arms around him and hold him tightly as he cries silently on my shoulder.
//Bright eyes burning like fire, Bright eyes how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes.//
AN: Please review and tell me what you think. Cheers!!