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A/N: Another, much darker H/Ln.

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Chapter Five: All Okay, pt 1

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if i could tell the world just one thing it would be that we're all okay

The air was stale, recycled tasting. Bitter, metallic, dusty.

(vampire)

Nothing more than ashes and hate, dust and anger.

Dizzy, dizzy, little boy, so dizzy.

and not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these

Little boys who have to carry the world on their shoulders. Little orphaned boys.

Orhpaned boys with their mother's eyes and their father's pride.

i won't be made useless i won't be idle with despair i will gather myself around my faith for light does the darkness most fear

They looked at him, at his green eyes and wild black hair. They looked at the shaking boy.

His hands were shaking like mad, his teeth chattering from an invisible cold. His skin was icy, clammy, fake feeling. Rubbery.

(rubber gloves because the lye in the water stings and burns)

His mother's eyes behind father's glasses roamed over the people watching him, afraid to come near, as if they stepped, he would shatter into a million peices and float away like the dust of the Lord.

(I love him! [red hair with bangles and beads] I hate you! How could you!)

my hands are small i know but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own

and i am never broken

His knees were shaking and he was breathing hard through a clenched jaw as tiny pads of tiny fingers gently guided him down to the floor. Gently guided his head with tiny hands into soft lap.

Cocunut and vanilla wafted from the tiny clothes on the tiny body as tiny hands gently ran fingers through his untidy hair, softly humming a tiny tune from somewhere far away.

(and i lay my head back down...you're my only hope)

poverty stole your golden shoes it didn't steal your laughter

"She hates me know."

It wasn't even his voice. He never felt his lips move. His voice wasn't scrathy or hoarse. Wasn't squeeky high or clogged with emotion.

"Why do you say that?"

Dreamy and bewitching. Her voice. Aware yet not.

(Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am)

"She loved him and I killed him. I killed her lover and she hates me."

and heartache came to visit me but I knew it wasn't ever after we'll fight, not out of spite for someone must stand up for what's right

"No she doesn't. I can't hate you. She can't hate you."

Dead inside. Insides frozen.

(spread eagled on the ground. Cedric's dead)

"He didn't look like a snake anymore. He looked like second year. He looked like a boy."

(boys with mother's eyes and boys with frozen bodies)

"You're just a boy, luv." She whispered, tiny fingers curled on his chest.

"You're just a moon angel. Lunabeam."

'Cause where there's a man who has no voice there ours shall go singing my hands are small i know but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own i am never broken

He turned in her cocunut aura and looked up into silvery blue.

(not ice like crimson curled girls loved about their dark lovers)

"I love you."

i will get down on my knees and i will pray i will get down on my knees and i will pray i will get down on my knees and i will pray

He blinked and covored the tiny hand on his chest with his small one.

"I love you." He whispered. "I love you Luna."

"I love you Harry."

And it was all okay.

She traced his forehead with her tiny finger and cocked her head.

If I could tell the world just one thing it would be that you're all okay

"No more scar."

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The song is called 'Hands' and its by Jewel.