Little Moments Like These

by queen-sheep

A collection / 92. On the morning of Lily Evans' last year at Hogwarts, she looks up to see Sirius Black fly in on a broom, scattering what seems to be scraps of paper onto the tables and floors as he cackles maniacally.

52. In Here

Written for Camp Potter: Arts and Crafts, and the Snakes and Ladders Challenge

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Hush, hush, Dobby

Go to [sleep]

In here, there's nothing to hurt you

Nothing

At

All

.

..

.

"Harry Potter,"

You whispered

.

No, Dobby, it's time to go

It's time to let go

You must be strong

Like a m-i-r-r-o-r,

That reflects everything in its path

It's time

To

Go

Now

.

..

.

The last thing you see are emeralds

The first thing you see again is whiteness

.

Out here, in here

Here is everywhere, and nowhere at the same time

Here, you won't be in pain

Here, you don't have laughter

.

Here, is just emptiness