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1_who_lived (1_who_lived) wrote in timerift_log,

When she touched his face, Harry all but gave up. That flip in his stomach was there- something he didn't know he needed all his life came to the surface. His mother was here in front of him. Not a ghost. Not a portrait. Flesh and blood.

He couldn't help himself. He felt his eyes start to tear up, but being who he was, he didn't quite act let. He smiled a little awkwardly and stared back at her. "No, no, it's okay- I just...h-he told you, right?" He knew that she knew. It was written all over her face.

"I'm sorry, this is just so much. I never dreamed you would be here- and just like the day it happened." He stopped sure, taking a breath and offering a faint smile. He still wanted to hug her, but something scared him about that- like she'd disappear if he did.

"Do you want to come in? Please? I can make tea?" Harry stepped aside to let her past, watching her- as if taking his eyes off of her would mean she might disappear.