So, like I’ve said, I’ve been working pretty hard on getting this Harry story rolling.
Here’s a little snippet!!
“Hi,” He said, and I saw my younger self smile widely.
“Hey,” I heard a younger voice of mine answer, and I watched him sit next to me on the ground.
For a while there was nothing more to the memory, than a young version of myself reading and him looking over my shoulder. I turned to Samantha and watched as she dissected his face, looking for all the parts of her that he had given. I watched as she walked closer and leaned down right in front of him, staring at his face like it held a secret she needed to know. She tilted her head from side to side, and eventually settled for sitting next to him on the ground.
There was nothing more for a while, and Samantha began to turn to my younger face, searching again for herself. Instead, my eyes were grabbed by him. It felt like ages since I’d been able to think this clearly, to see so clearly his face and his smile. He was everything to me from the moment we met, even if I hadn’t realized it. His misplaced curls and strange green eyes had grabbed my attention when life hadn’t. I found myself kneeling down and looking into the eyes that had long forgotten me, the eyes I thought I’d never know again. There was a pang in my chest the longer I looked, painfully aware that he wasn’t looking back at me. He would never look back at me.
“What brings you here so often, Harry?”
“Dunno,” He said in that raspy voice that I came to know well, pausing his sentence, “I come here when I think too much.”
“You must think a lot.” I’d said, and I watched as his grin widened.
“I know plenty of people who would disagree with that.”
Suddenly we were laughing together, sharing our first moment of happiness. We were smiling and laughing, and I realized then that I missed those moments most of all. I missed being able to say something normal and listen to a completely random remark that he gave. I missed the way he would wave his hands back and forth when he was frustrated. Suddenly, it was like every moment we’d shared was hanging above my head. I felt the tears rush to my eyes, and even though I knew I wasn’t supposed to be crying at this memory, I couldn’t keep them behind my struggling lids.