Turn
All he wanted was
to see if he would remember the lullabies.
He watches his parents without speaking, because sometimes that's the best way to think. His father's tired face, his mother's tired eyes, their hands resting inside of each other. Love without speaking, love without thought. They lean a little bit against each other, watching their baby sleeping with little smiles that tell the world how proud they are of him. But the stillness is not forever: their baby suddenly wakes up and begins to cry out for his mother's warmth. "Sh," she cooes, smoothing his unruly hair down. "Sh, Harry, Mummy's here."
He turns away and begins turns the hourglass.
Amazing, as I didn't even write it as a Time-Turner peice until the forth sentence . . . and I'm not really sure I like it. Maybe you'll get something out of it anyways.
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