-It's so crowded for being early in the morning-
He knew it would be like this. He just didn't understand why he didn't listen to himself in the first place. He took a lot of risks showing his face in public. To most, he was a wanted criminal. To the Dark Lord, he was dead. To only a select few, he was alive. No one knew how he had managed to live, not even himself, but here he was, a walking, talking, breathing human. What pained him the most is that the one person that mattered the most in his life had no clue that he was here; that he was alive.
-That is why I am here-
His eyes scanned the crowds of people that were surging around him, looking for the one special wizard. The one who had lived time and time again. The one that had faced all the adversity and was still facing it on a daily bases. He didn't know what he was going to do or say when he saw him, but it was killing him on the inside. It could not stand the thought of letting the boy believe that he was dead.
-It is not fair for him-
He looked around him, his eyes narrowing, trying to make sure that no one could see through his façade. He had made sure to choose a disguise that would pass him off as a regular wizard and not an escaped convict. He knew that only those who wanted to see him would see through the façade, so he was pretty much safe, but it never hurt to be cautious, thus why he was still looking about him periodically. No one had been looking for him since that night at the Ministry of Magic. That fact didn't surprise him. He really wasn't expecting anyone to come looking for him.
-Maybe that is just the way it should be-
He sighed in defeat, and continued walking. Even if he couldn't talk to the boy, that didn't defer him form seeing him. He just wanted to know that he was all right and perhaps pass along a message saying the same for him. It was a dream and he knew better than anyone else not to let go of that dream.
-It is the only thing that I live for-
He quickened his pace, the feeling of eyes following him starting to haunt his thoughts. He quickly made his way to a fairly empty shop and ducked inside, hoping that he didn't draw too much attention to himself. There was a slight tinkling of bells as he entered, but nothing that made him worry. He tugged off his hood, feeling pretty safe in the empty store. While he was there, he might as well shop and get something for his godson. The entire store was filled with jokes and he had a hard time deciding on one.
-Hmmmmm.....what would he like the most?-
He was picking through a whole bunch of joke pills, when the next thing he heard sent shivers down his spine. He quickly pulled on his hood, but it was too late. He had already been spotted and recognized. His hand reached for his wand and he turned around slowly and gently. As he finished his circle, the hand going for his wand dropped and a huge smile appeared on his face.
"Fred! George! It is so good to see you!"
He knew it would be like this. He just didn't understand why he didn't listen to himself in the first place. He took a lot of risks showing his face in public. To most, he was a wanted criminal. To the Dark Lord, he was dead. To only a select few, he was alive. No one knew how he had managed to live, not even himself, but here he was, a walking, talking, breathing human. What pained him the most is that the one person that mattered the most in his life had no clue that he was here; that he was alive.
-That is why I am here-
His eyes scanned the crowds of people that were surging around him, looking for the one special wizard. The one who had lived time and time again. The one that had faced all the adversity and was still facing it on a daily bases. He didn't know what he was going to do or say when he saw him, but it was killing him on the inside. It could not stand the thought of letting the boy believe that he was dead.
-It is not fair for him-
He looked around him, his eyes narrowing, trying to make sure that no one could see through his façade. He had made sure to choose a disguise that would pass him off as a regular wizard and not an escaped convict. He knew that only those who wanted to see him would see through the façade, so he was pretty much safe, but it never hurt to be cautious, thus why he was still looking about him periodically. No one had been looking for him since that night at the Ministry of Magic. That fact didn't surprise him. He really wasn't expecting anyone to come looking for him.
-Maybe that is just the way it should be-
He sighed in defeat, and continued walking. Even if he couldn't talk to the boy, that didn't defer him form seeing him. He just wanted to know that he was all right and perhaps pass along a message saying the same for him. It was a dream and he knew better than anyone else not to let go of that dream.
-It is the only thing that I live for-
He quickened his pace, the feeling of eyes following him starting to haunt his thoughts. He quickly made his way to a fairly empty shop and ducked inside, hoping that he didn't draw too much attention to himself. There was a slight tinkling of bells as he entered, but nothing that made him worry. He tugged off his hood, feeling pretty safe in the empty store. While he was there, he might as well shop and get something for his godson. The entire store was filled with jokes and he had a hard time deciding on one.
-Hmmmmm.....what would he like the most?-
He was picking through a whole bunch of joke pills, when the next thing he heard sent shivers down his spine. He quickly pulled on his hood, but it was too late. He had already been spotted and recognized. His hand reached for his wand and he turned around slowly and gently. As he finished his circle, the hand going for his wand dropped and a huge smile appeared on his face.
"Fred! George! It is so good to see you!"