LIES IN THE DEPTHS OF THE IMAGINATION
warnings: mentions of abuise, violence and dumble bashing! horay!
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inspiration: a fic called 'for love and for honor" and 'four seasons in one day' the re-done version on 'she will have her way' the music of Tim and Neil Finn (represent!)
disclaim: I'm flattered really, but I promise- I'm not J.K.
this is not a one shot
I can't carry your burdons into battle tomorrow, I've got enough on my own soul. -Alive (HP fanfic)
Chapter one- Remembrance
she lay in the darkness of her bed room and she thought about then. She thought about that place they had left all those years ago, the world. Their world.
And it hurts, because she remembers all the pain and the horror and the blood that had washed her time there my little boy...
And for a long time she had wondered about how things might have been different, how she might have been different unil her thoughts had rattle around in circles through her brain or else had fallen away in linely question marks and she had wished as her sister did never to see another wizard again, and she cursed the magic inside of herself, that which had stolen her child from her. She didn't want it...
my little boy, my little boy...I lost my soul!
But of late her thoughts are different, they are longing, they are hopeful and as much as she hates herself for it, she cannot help thinking
If I could just see it once more, just once more...it couldn't hurt could it? It dosn't mean I have forgotten! It dosn't, oh my my child, but I miss it, I miss them.
She had had a home in that world and a family and a future. She has never been home here, even as a small child she had been wrong, out of place in this world- Like a puppet tryong to be real. And even though that place has taken eveything from her, it does not, cannot change the fact- that is her world, her place and nothing can ever be right or happy until she returns there.
She has tried these past 15 years, to forget, to move on and make new memories, new dreams but she cannot, she cannot.
Her husband, who has followed her through both joy and pain and from one world to the next, raps his arms around her in the dark. " what are you thinking?" he asks softly even though he already knows: she only thinks of one thing at night she thinks of their son, of their child lost long ago, and he would take her pain away if only he could forget his own.
"Magic" she repiles none the less. She does not say his name, she never says their child's name.
They lay in silence for a long time, each lost in pain and joy and suffering and sorrow and longing
"James" she whisperes at last " I want to go back."
He smiles "I've been waiting 14 years for you to say that Lilly."
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