A/N: I've abandoned my previous story, or rather my muse has abandoned me. This is just a short, odd little idea that came to me.
I do not own it, nor profit from it.
You are like a ghost to me now. A reflection of what once was. Colors have faded, muted against a weary background. Before my eyes, you have become transparent. I watch you sitting there, looking too worn to continue, too old to care, and too stubborn to give up. The rest of you is still, your life showing only through your eyes.
I see you sitting there, staring. The fire won't give you answers, dear. I want to walk to you, tell you it's okay. But it's not. The world as we know it is gone, and you must fix it. We rely on you. I remember a line from an old muggle movie that my father loved. "You're my only hope."
Driven only through necessity, and natural ability you are powerful. But is it enough?
The greatest wizard Hogwarts has seen. Yet, you are still the timid boy with a pale face, and kind heart.
It is close now, you feel.
I slowly walk to you. Time has slowed to accentuate every creak in the common room floor, and every noise echoes loudly in the quiet darkness. You turn to me, skin moon-pale, lined with orange light from the now-dying embers.
I take your hand, cool in mine.
Slowly we gravitate towards each other.
You snake your arm around my waist, and your head rests on my shoulder. I run my hand over your hair.
Time has stopped.
Your once reflection is coming back into focus.
"I'm scared." You say, softly. I do not move, do not speak. I remain still.
Yet, inside I am jumping and screaming in ecstasy.
You are still a person, you are still Harry. Something of your old self has shone through the dim shroud of cold, faceless grey. You snap into focus. Each tendril of hair, each curve and point. The light reflecting on your glasses.
"I trust you." It seems the right thing to say.
Every wall you made, each barrier you placed before yourself crumbles at those words. I smile inside, and for the first time in a long time, I see your face truly.
I feel your hand on my cheek. Trembling, you trace the outline of my face, cold hands against flaming cheeks.
Suddenly, or in a lifetime your lips meet mine. I'll never know how long we stood there.
I am melting into you. My senses are alert and my mind is suddenly open to the future. Images flash past my closed eyelids. Some are memories, some the future. Others are a past that I can only imagine to be yours.
I pull you closer. For a moment, I feel as if we are the same person. We are transcending human nature to become one shining aura.
Then the aura is gone, and we are left in each other's arms again.
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