Albert Parker (severties) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2017-09-09 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * emmy, r: albert parker |
WHO: Albert Parker ---> Albus Potter (cameo of Ginny Potter and references to Harry and James Potter)
WHEN: September 9th
WHERE: Manhattan Hotel Room ---> Potter Family Home
SUMMARY: A memory of conquering a fear.
WARNINGS: Nah
'There is no reason to be scared,' whispered the calming voice of his Mother as she brushed her hand against the tufts of his curly black hair. His head was buried against her hip, as he reached up to hold on tight to the fabric of her shirt, hiding his face in shame as he tried to block out the chants of ridicule from his elder brother. He could hear his Father chastizing his brother though the words did not register for the young boy. He'd come to her earlier than day and asked if he could please ride with her on her broom. It was the first he'd ever asked such a thing for it was well known that the younger Potter boy had an intense fear of heights. But, unbeknownst to either of his parents, his brother had taunted him for days prior about his refusal to ride with any of his family members on a broom. When he'd approached his Mother, he'd felt brave and he was certain he'd be able to go through with his request. That was, until, they were outside of the family home and his Mother's prized broomstick was levitating just slightly above the ground for the pair to mount together. He'd not expected it to be an event that was witnessed by the entire family. He'd thought it would just be himself and his Mother. But his Father had wanted to see him try to face his fear and as soon as his brother had heard, he'd bolted for the door. With the multiple sets of eyes now upon him, he felt ashamed on top of terrified. Tilting his head up, he looked to her with tear stricken eyes. "You have to say that," he replied, in a quivering voice, before he shifted to press his cheek back against her. He averted his eyes away from looking in their viewers direction. He felt another loving sweep of her hand against his hair. 'I'll have my arm around you the entire time. You won't fall,' she promised and he took in a shaky breath. When he said nothing else, though he'd tightened his arms around her, she followed through with, 'And wouldn't it be nice to prove James wrong?' The question was given with a devious tone. She understood the way her two boys worked. Though he was looking at the ground, he shifted some, as he thought on the statement. This, pulling in a deep breath, he nodded his head. "We won't go high?" He asked, turning to look back up at her. 'We won't go any higher than you ask to go,' she promised. And with that, he gave a determined nod. He released his iron grip upon her and stood up straight, offering his hand up for her to take, as he offered the smallest of smiles. When she returned it, he turned to look at the broom, and took in a deep breath. In no time at all, the pair had mounted, and her protective embrace was around him as they rose from the ground towards the sky. His tiny hands gripped at the polished wood, sweat making it difficult to grip, but he did not release it. And, as Albert Parker woke, he found himself almost feeling as though he could feel the wind rushing through his hair, as his hands gripped at his hotel sheets with an iron clad grip. His heart was pounding in his chest and he cast his eyes around in determination, looking for the other figure who was usually by his side, before realization dawned upon him and he frowned. The sounds of Manhattan now registered loud and clear and he remembered that Toma would not be by his side at present. And, though it rarely ever was thought, he was glad that this was the case. He didn't want to have to explain why he'd woken in a panic. |