-1Chapter 18 (I think…)
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Remus' POV
Oh my god.
Harry, I never thought you'd come here.
If he knew I was here, he'd go nuts, I know. I've learnt that about him: he doesn't like people invading his privacy. I can see why -- after all, his life holds terrible truths that no one would desire to hold within.
James?
Are you up there?
Are you listening?
Did you watch your son, when he came here just moments ago? It must have been moments.
Did you even feel the slightest bit of regret that you never got to watch him grow up? Well, I don't know if you did. You might be watching me, too. But I'll never know. Because, James, I'm feeling that remorse for you, right now. Your son is pursuing a nightmare that he need not; he's running from his friends because he believes they'll be in danger if they're with him. He's hurting, too. Over Dumbledore, over you, over Sirius. I can't really imagine what that's like, due to the fact both my parents are still alive. And although you and Sirius have been torn away from me, and you were like family, it still can't be as bad as what Harry is feeling now. Everyone he loves is being torn away from him.
And I've got Tonks now, anyway.
Who would've dreamed it?
I walk through the rubble of Godric's Hollow, not quite knowing whether I'm going to cry or not. The sensation is there, I'm just not sure I want to confess all this so openly yet. So, the tears stay unshed, and yet my eyes still burn.
I never thought I'd come back here. I know that Harry isn't here: I know he was, and I'll keep my secrets -- but he certainly isn't any more. He may just have left, but there's the niggling feeling within me that says Harry wouldn't want to leave so quickly. He's a very sentimental person, once you get to know him. He holds value in people, and memories. So very like Lily.
You would be so proud of him -- both of you.
Footsteps sound behind me, and I turn round, only to find Molly hurrying up to me. Worry is plastered all over her face.
"Oh my dear -- I've been told! Where is he? I've been so worried!"
"Gone someplace."
That's all I can muster.
"But…"
"He was here, Molly. But he's gone. A merry hunt he's lead us on…"
Tears well inside her eyes and he hand covers her mouth. "You don't think…" She utters, and I place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, knowing her thoughts have jumped instantly to Voldemort and his death eaters.
"No, I don't think."
That's the truth.
But I'm still worried.
Why is that?
Molly shakes her head, and goes red-faced. She gets embarrassed over the littlest of things; a few tears shed.
"I have to go write to Ron… maybe he knows something…"
I look up to the moon. It's nearly full. Tomorrow night is going to be hell -- especially with the absence of Snape's usual brew.
A hell I'm willing to pay, for Harry. Wherever the hell he is.
I can only say this now. I don't think any other things I can physically do will help you.
…Good luck.
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A/N: I apologize for the awful grimness of this whole story, but it will become exciting grimness, honest… lol. Maybe, you might even encounter a happy chapter now and then. I know -- shocking, huh?