harry potter is gnomeface, king of gnomes (bravestheart) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-10-24 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: can: harry potter, ch: love: lily potter, p: annalisa, p: veetee |
Who: Harrycan & Lilylove
What: first meeting.
Where: cemetery.
When: Wednesday, late afternoon
Warnings: TBD
Once a day, without fail, Harry made it out to the cemetery to visit the graves. He didn't always manage to stop long at all of them-- quite a few of them were marked, for him-- but he always stopped to touch them all before leaving the cemetery again. Most of his time was spent at his parents' grave, though, because it was Halloween. Well, not quite, but it was getting close; it was a time of year that evoked a lot of sad memories for everyone on compound.
For his part, Harry was just grateful that the cemetery was here. Mourning his parents seemed easier when he had a grave to visit. He'd visited the one in Godric's Hollow frequently, including on Halloween in 1998, which was now about a year ago. Here on compound, he had actual parents that he could go to when he needed to talk to them, which was usually why he ended up at their headstone when it wasn't Halloween. But his parents from his world weren't here anymore, and he was missing them. Not just thinking about their Halloween in 1981, the night they'd died, but wondering what their other Halloweens were like, from their childhood to the first one they'd spent with Harry.
Their grave here wasn't really their grave, but it didn't matter to him. It looked the same, exactly how he expected it to look. He had been sitting in front of it for a while, and finally got to his feet and pressed a kiss to his fingertips before touching them to the headstone, then went about his ritual of touching each of the marked headstones on his way out of the cemetery.
But then stopped, because he turned a corner and found himself looking at a very familiar redhead. For a moment he thought it was his mum, but he knew it wasn't; it wasn't either of the Lilys he was most familiar with either, nor was it Lily Snape, whom he'd seen enough to distinguish her from the rest. It was either the kidnapped Lily who'd just returned, or the one from the love world; both of them had Harrys here, but had always been kind to him. It didn't matter to him which world they were from, really, he still considered them all his mothers, though different Lilys seemed to talk to different versions of their son (most importantly, their own, if they had them here, and Harry didn't want to take away from that).
He didn't want to disturb her, but he offered her a smile anyway and said quietly, "Hi, mum."