Title: Earthquake
Author: Aidendavis
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Warnings/Kinks: The warning, again, is that there are no kinks.
A/N: Harry's POV. I couldn't leave things as they were, now could I?
Sequel to Walls
I've never wanted to be the earthquake, it just sort of happened. At the Dursley's, conflict, change, disturbance, all meant the cupboard.
I shook up the class when I turned the teacher's wig blue. I went to the cupboard.
I shook up Dudley when I appeared on the roof. I went to the cupboard.
I broke down the glass wall at the zoo. I went to the cupboard.
And when I escaped the cupboard, everyone expected me to be the earthquake.
They told me that they expected great things, that I had a lot to live up to, and they always stared at the scar.
And I did shake things up, because I had to. I had to shake the Stone from the grasp of Voldemort.
Under the ground, I destroyed Riddle's diary, and the Basilisk; I had to.
And the earthquake brought silence when my name came out of the Goblet.
And I shook the dorm when I came out.
I never wanted to be the earthquake.
Then
I saw it. It was only for a moment, in his eyes, before a glib
remark.
But I saw it. It flashed faster than a look of surprise on
Snape's face; but it was more apparent than Dumbledore's twinkle. In
his eyes, an unadulterated lust.
Only for a moment, I saw passion
as red as his hair in eyes as blue as the lake, and then it was gone,
behind a wall of the hardest glass.
But glass shatters in earthquakes. And this one might just be a 10.0 on the Richter scale.