Harry James Potter (bittersweet_) wrote in eminor_macula, @ 2008-05-21 17:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter |
Narrative
Who: Harry Potter
When: May 21, 2008, 5:30 pm
Where: Wizarding Britain
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry visits an old friend.
Harry must've been standing there for a least a good ten minutes before he realized he was staring at a normal cat and not McGonagall. He'd been so sure..
Rolling his eyes, he sighed. Seemed like everywhere he looked was McGonagall, Wood, Hermoine. He'd once actually tapped a woman on the shoulder before he'd realized that Hermoine's hair had never had blond highlights in it.
Humming to himself, he continued walking, not noticing that the cat followed. Well not for a little bit anyway. While he wasn't so paranoid as to be using a supersensory spell all the time he had grown awfully sensitive to people around him. Ron had once remarked he was turning into Mad-Eye Moody when Harry had snapped at him for sneaking around like an intruder, they had both stared at eachother over the drowning silence and apologized all in a rush like they were backpedaling. As it was he looked back several times at the cat with a fierce glare, but it was rather scrawny and he couldn't muster his usual anger and the cat trailed after him still.
Today Harry was visiting Fred's grave. Tomorrow it was Dobby's. He visited every person who had died for the cause. Every one, even those he didn't know. Somehow, even though he knew it wasn't his fault, he felt like he owed them something.
Clutched in his hands were a bunch of yellow daffodils, picked out for their funny shapped flowers and the way they had reminded him of the Canary Creams. He rested them on the soft mound of grass, looked at the assortment of other objects about the headstone. He wondered for a moment how often George came here, and was nearly sick. He couldn't imagine the pain of losing someone who had always been there.
Harry had never lost anyone that close. But he couldn't imagine what he would do without Ron or Hermoine, who were often the only family he had.
Harry knelt on the grass, surely staining his old jeans, "Hey, Fred...I'm sorry I haven't come sooner. Seems there's quite a few people to visit. I, uh, just wanted you to know that.."he took a deep breath, then released it in a shuddering sigh, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Fred. There was so much ahead of you. It's not fair. It's not fair that you're gone and I'm sorry. I know you would tell me it wasn't my fault, but that doesn't change how I feel. I wish you could..from what I've seen the shop's doing good. Ron's doing really good in Auror training, better then me though he'll never believe it. I haven't really, well talked to George lately, every time I see him. I mean, it must be worse for your mum, seeing you every time she looks. But, I'll do better. I'll go visit him too. He deserves it. Anyhow, just wanted you to know how sorry I am. I miss you, I miss everyone. I'm sorry." Harry scrubbed at his face, trying to get ahold of himself, erase the horror and sadnes he felt look at this stone, at the death date.
The cat rubbed up against him and Harry looked down with surprise. He paused then reached out to pet it, then slowly he picked it up pulling the small creature to his chest. It purred at the attention and Harry felt the knot of unease and guilt begin to loosen. "Goodbye, Fred,"he said softly. Finally getting his farewell.