So Fast
Author's Note: Originally published on March 14, 2009
I stood shrouded in the doorway as the copper dawn light slowly filtered into my usual sanctuary. I watched with a smile as he fumbled with an old wicker basket, whispering a curse under his breath. He haphazardly folded a plaid blanket and placed it within, before rummaging through the pantry.
I recalled the conversation we shared the previous evening when I found him sitting on the sofa, head in his hands, frustration emanating from him in waves.
I sat down next to him and pulled his hands away from his face. He gave me such a forlorn look that I had to fight every urge to smother him with a hug, just as I'd done whenever one of his brothers had picked on him. I gently laid my hand on his arm. "What's wrong, dear?"
In years past, he would have tried to mask his feelings with anger or humour. Instead, he swallowed and gave me an open look of helplessness. "I'm worried about Hermione. Things are still rocky with her parents, she's running herself ragged getting ready for Hogwarts, and..." His shoulders slumped as he whispered, "I'm going to miss her so much."
I was rather surprised by his honesty; it just proved how much he had matured. "Why don't you plan something special for tomorrow? Just enjoy yourselves without any worries."
I could see an idea forming in his head as he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks mum."
As he finished filling the basket with all manner of treats for the girl he loved, I was struck by the most simple, undeniable truth. They grow up so fast.