Eternally WaitingSweet dreams, fevered dreams, nightmares, a combination of both. Sometimes he would see her, clear as day, others he could just make out her faint whispers that sounded like a gentle breeze.Eternally Waiting
When he did see her (never touch – he was afraid to touch her, afraid she might disappear if he did) she rarely spoke then. He would speak, or babble, all the words would rush out, a way of reassuring himself.
Her small red lips would curve mysteriously, holding secrets; his secrets close, and her eyes (much like his own) were deep, dark pools that soaked up everything she saw. Her clever white hands would play with her hair, pa
ColdCold tea.Cold
Long since abandoned, for when it was hot and first brewed, it did not help as it normally would. It couldn’t even touch and warm the depth of a lonely soul.
Cold hands.
Not matter how warm the fire was, or how thick the gloves were; nothing kept them from the nip of the cold. His hands turned stiff from little use, but itched to do something. Only their owner ignored their call, so they lay wrapped in layers of cloth and itched silently.
Cold heart.
It wasn’t always like that; he had to turn to the cold. It was the only way to stop feeling the cold for any longer an
Grief and GreetingsIt was like greeting a long lost friend, the cold. He had known it for years, longer then he had known anyone or anything else. He met it again, and this time it’s companion, grief or was it sadness, he could never remember properly. He allowed himself to become lost in their embrace, letting them take his hand and lead him elsewhere. He let their touch take him, far away from what he held so close.Grief and Greetings
The cold appeared when he least wanted it too. Sometimes sadness would come first, with cold soon following. Sometimes emptiness would stop by, stay with him, feed off him, before departing, never promising to come back. But he knew
Fighting for attention“He was my godfather!” Harry yelled, particularly at Remus.Fighting for attention
They were competing against each other, or Harry was at least, to prove who had the most grief, to prove which one of them needed to most care. Remus thought, that Harry needed it more. Harry, the Boy Who Lived, who had lost his parent, lost his godfather, gained unwanted fame, and gained unwanted enemies.
But, Harry hadn’t lost his friends, hadn’t lost his job, and hadn’t lost his freedom. He still had family, whether he liked them or not, he still had all his closest friends remaining; he had more then Remus ever had. But Remus didn’t say it, he wasn’t the one
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yes, kathe...wait, don't tell the humans!
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lol, hey!
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