harry potter is gnomeface, king of gnomes (bravestheart) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-10-06 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: can: harry potter, ch: div: lily evans, p: annalisa, p: silyara |
Who: Harrycan & Lilydiv
What: mum-son time.
When: Saturday night.
Where: outside the compound, in the sand.
Warnings: Harry-sad.
It had hit Harry really hard, discovering that Albus had moved and not said anything. (It probably hadn't helped that it had come right on the heels of thinking that his son had been taken away.) And then Albus had announced that he was wearing a new hat, because that was the sort of information he was willing to give-- but not a single mention of having moved in with Toma and Gamma, and whatever that meant. Harry wanted to ask, but hadn't yet figured out how; he didn't want to be too aggressive and push his son away. On the other hand, doing nothing allowed Alby to pull away from him, and he knew where that led. It was his job as a dad to try to help his son not make the mistakes he'd made before, but how?
And then Ron had disappeared. The moment he'd heard that Ron was gone, Harry had realized that his best mate would've been the perfect person to talk to about all of this, and he was no longer here. Even without that, it hurt to have his friend taken from him again. He was hurting, and he was doing the stupid thing he always did where he didn't really pay attention to it, and it just made him even more upset.
So he'd gone outside into the desert, wanting to be alone; yet, the moment he was alone he didn't want to be alone anymore. That was what he was really upset about, after all-- people leaving, people pulling away from him. He was just making it worse by pulling away, too. He got out his journal to talk to people, and the note from his mum tugged at his heart, made a stray tear finally fall. After he'd told her where he was, he closed his journal again and curled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and resting his head on his knees.
Six months. Six months here, and he was still dealing with the same problems he had been at the beginning. His son, and the pain of losing people. Sometimes he felt like he'd grown up while he'd been here, and other times--like now-- he felt like he'd made no progress at all.