Starlight
By Kimmy
LJ; slight angst. Made my eyes all teary. And I WROTE IT! Isn't it funny that when I'm not trying to even WRITE angst, it turns out to BE angst? And when I DO try to write angst, it turns out...crappy? Lol. Well, here it is, STARLIGHT. Let me know what you think about my first REAL angst piece. Hopefully it is what angst is supposed to be.
James Potter loved watching the stars. Shining in all of their beauty, they decorate the simple blackness that is the night. They provide light, inspiration to all who happen to glance up and see them. James often found himself on the roof of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, arms resting underneath his head, and eyes turned toward the little balls of light. He found peace in them, as though comfort itself was shining down upon him.
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The first time the stars had seen the boy
gazing up at them was in his second year. He was just a small boy
then, quick and clever, but still just a boy. His innocent hazel eyes
were hidden behind round glasses, but they sparkled with
determination. The stars saw the dreams behind those eyes. He would
stay on the roof for hours at a time, sometimes even drifting off to
sleep underneath the sky. The stars smiled down at him and knew he
would grow to be a fine young man.
Three years later, and the teenager was still climbing up to watch the balls of wonder shine down on him. He had grown into a fine boy. But still just a boy. His eyes still sparkled with the mischief of a child, but there was something more lingering behind that. Sometimes, the boy would speak to the stars, about his life. He complained about schoolwork, teachers, people...life in general. But most of the conversations he held with the silent stars involved a young girl named Lily Evans. It seemed the boy was simply infatuated with the girl, and spent the time talking about her being the epitome of perfection. The stars smiled sorrowfully down at the boy.
The boy was still content to lie on the roof in his sixth year and
talk. He was well on his way to becoming a man, though he didn't
seem to notice. The stars saw it. In his eyes, which had seemed to
grow more tired as the days flew past. In his voice, which seemed to
convey more sorrow than happiness as time went on. In their shared
conversations. He did not talk about the superficial things he had a
mere year ago. He talked about his worries, about his family and the
approaching war with evil. Wisdom was threaded through every one of
his words, and the stars could not help but feel for the teen.
Sometimes he would bring about the subject of Lily Evans. It
seemed he was still as infatuated as ever, but not in the way he had
been but a year ago. He chatted about her with soft words of
admiration, and spoke about her maturity with wonder. He admitted to
his silent friends that he knew she wasn't perfect, but he loved
her just the same. The stars smiled joyfully at their old friend.
Yes, he was growing up to be a fine young man.
The first time the stars had seen Lily Evans was in seventh year. The man named James Potter had brought the woman up with him and showed her his discovery with a grin. His eyes sparkled with wisdom now, though traces of that same childhood mischief still lingered. The stars doubted it would ever vanish. The stars noted with happiness that the dreams they saw behind those innocent eyes all those years ago were on their way to becoming reality.
James did not speak to the stars that year. But he did come up every night with the love of his life. They would talk together, about schoolwork, teachers, people, life...each other. And the stars were proud of their friend. They could see why James had fallen in love with the woman. In more ways than one, she was like a star herself. She had been his light, his inspiration all of those years. She had inspired wisdom in him and – without even knowing it – comforted him with just her mere presence. She had guided him through his life at Hogwarts and kept him sane. A star.
Lily Evans and James Potter were wed underneath the stars, who were delighted to have been invited. When James said those two words, "I do," the stars shone ever more brightly, just like the green eyes of Lily Potter. She wept with happiness as James leaned in to place a sweet kiss on her lips. A light rain started falling on their heads as the stars wept with her.
Lily and James Potter died underneath the stars. They saw the dreams of the young man and woman fade into nothingness. The stars grew dull as they watched the object of their love – their baby boy – cry. Harry Potter wept in the coldness of the night, for the deaths of his young parents. The stars wept too, once more, with him.
The rain fell hard on the still bodies of Lily and James Potter.
But the stars shine on for their son.
-End-
Well? How'd you like it? Okay angst? Crappy angst? Just...angst? Was it any good? I'd REALLY like to know, seeing as angst is never really what I prefer to write. Lemme know. -heart-