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Rating: PG-13, for two rude words. It's not R. It has two ded rude words!
A/N: Inspired by the song, 'the Eye of the Tiger', and my mind making comparisons between HP and any/everything!
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The eye of the tiger.
I thought I understood that song, after hearing it one day on Dudley's radio blasting through the walls. I didn't. Not until that night in the forest.
Oh, I empathised with it perfectly, understood the lyrics, could match them to my own life. Clawing your way from nothing, fighting day in, day out to survive, fighting until you face your greatest enemy and knowing, knowing, that only one of you would, could walk away alive.
But that night…
Running through the Forbidden Forest, silently as I could, hearing another. Pausing. Quiet, quiet footfalls as I inched forwards. Step, step, listen. Pause. Noise? Left, step, step, listen. Sound. Ahead, start to spring, and freeze!
Nose to nose, staring into tiger eyes and suddenly that song makes sense, suddenly I know what it means. A fire in those eyes, a ruthless endless compassion burning with the knowledge of survival. The knowledge of what must be done to survive.
Of course, Ron and I both shifted back as the moment unravelled and time slipped back into place. Thumped each other on the back and laughed, jesting about scaring each other shitless.
Bragging later to Hermione, about personal nerves of steel and how the other had been about to piss himself from sheer raw terror. Laughing about it, in the human warmth and human light, but never forgetting. Never forgetting that moment as two predators came eye to eye.
Panther and tiger coming face to face and I find myself wondering. If I saw a hunter's soul, a killer's soul in Ron's tiger eyes…
What did he see in mine?
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Whee, shortness!