A/N: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, Jk Rowling does. This is all in Harry's POV. Enjoy
I awoke on the morning of Sept 1, for the first day of my seventh year at Hogwarts to the sweet aroma of Mrs. Weasley's cooking, wafting into the room that Ron and I had shared for the last two weeks at the burrow. The smell infected my nostrils and lingered in my mind as I made my way, groggily to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley's shining face was there, as usual, to greet us. The kitchen was cluttered and somewhat dusty, but it was warm and welcoming, as it always was. Sitting down at the table for breakfast with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Mr. Weasley, I felt a sense of security and at the same time, a sense of longing. I also felt a stab of jealousy for Ron and Ginny. They are perceived as poor, but I disagree. The Weasley's are, by far, the richest people I know.
Mrs. Weasley brought me my breakfast and I ate hungrily, though I wasn't really in the mood for food. The feeling of having someone prepare a meal so glorious out of simply love baffles me. All my life, all I've wanted was what Ron and Ginny have. They don't have many material objects, but that doesn't matter to me. What they have is a loving family and a mother that cares so very deeply about them.
After breakfast, we all packed and left for the train. Once we arrived at the station, Mrs. Weasley told me that she hoped that I would visit the burrow, even after school was finished. She told me that she thought of me as a son. I can't explain what I felt when she told me that. It was a mixture of relief and gratitude, but there was also a sense of reserve. She pulled me into a hug, but even though I wanted to very badly, I wasn't able to return it. I couldn't accept that she loved me. I couldn't accept her as a mother figure. I just couldn't.
What if I did accept her as a mother figure? Would that be betraying my own mother? What if I accepted that she was everything I needed and she left me? That's why I didn't hug her back. I was afraid that if I did, then she would leave me behind just as my parents had. Just like Sirius and almost everybody I've ever cared about. I thought about it on the train that day and I realized something. I didn't have to accept that Mrs. Weasley was like my mother, because she had already worked her way into my heart.
Now, here we are, 10 years later, and she has left me. I had just accepted her into my soul and my being when she decided that it was her time to go. As I stand here in front of you, looking down at her grave, I am overwhelmed with a feeling of guilt. Why couldn't I love her like she loved me? She thought of me as a son and though she never knew it, nor did I...I thought of her as a mother. She was everything that I ever wanted all wrapped into one person. I'll miss her very much. I'll miss you Mrs. Weasley and I loved you...Mum.
Author's Note: I know it's very short, but it was just a practice story to try and get inside Harry's mind. Let me know what you think.
I awoke on the morning of Sept 1, for the first day of my seventh year at Hogwarts to the sweet aroma of Mrs. Weasley's cooking, wafting into the room that Ron and I had shared for the last two weeks at the burrow. The smell infected my nostrils and lingered in my mind as I made my way, groggily to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley's shining face was there, as usual, to greet us. The kitchen was cluttered and somewhat dusty, but it was warm and welcoming, as it always was. Sitting down at the table for breakfast with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Mr. Weasley, I felt a sense of security and at the same time, a sense of longing. I also felt a stab of jealousy for Ron and Ginny. They are perceived as poor, but I disagree. The Weasley's are, by far, the richest people I know.
Mrs. Weasley brought me my breakfast and I ate hungrily, though I wasn't really in the mood for food. The feeling of having someone prepare a meal so glorious out of simply love baffles me. All my life, all I've wanted was what Ron and Ginny have. They don't have many material objects, but that doesn't matter to me. What they have is a loving family and a mother that cares so very deeply about them.
After breakfast, we all packed and left for the train. Once we arrived at the station, Mrs. Weasley told me that she hoped that I would visit the burrow, even after school was finished. She told me that she thought of me as a son. I can't explain what I felt when she told me that. It was a mixture of relief and gratitude, but there was also a sense of reserve. She pulled me into a hug, but even though I wanted to very badly, I wasn't able to return it. I couldn't accept that she loved me. I couldn't accept her as a mother figure. I just couldn't.
What if I did accept her as a mother figure? Would that be betraying my own mother? What if I accepted that she was everything I needed and she left me? That's why I didn't hug her back. I was afraid that if I did, then she would leave me behind just as my parents had. Just like Sirius and almost everybody I've ever cared about. I thought about it on the train that day and I realized something. I didn't have to accept that Mrs. Weasley was like my mother, because she had already worked her way into my heart.
Now, here we are, 10 years later, and she has left me. I had just accepted her into my soul and my being when she decided that it was her time to go. As I stand here in front of you, looking down at her grave, I am overwhelmed with a feeling of guilt. Why couldn't I love her like she loved me? She thought of me as a son and though she never knew it, nor did I...I thought of her as a mother. She was everything that I ever wanted all wrapped into one person. I'll miss her very much. I'll miss you Mrs. Weasley and I loved you...Mum.
Author's Note: I know it's very short, but it was just a practice story to try and get inside Harry's mind. Let me know what you think.