RAINY DAYS...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and any of the elements of J K Rowling's world.
Today it was cloudy. I thought it was a wonderful day, nonetheless. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Because I do like cloudy days. It was a strange day, like when you want it to rain but you know it won't. Just a cloudy day. Not a rainy one.
Those days when I can stay at home with my family, which seems to be growing in an uncontrollable pace. Not that I mind.
Those days when I can enjoy the heat of the fire that is burning in the hearth in front of me, and my husband's arm around my shoulders, while he is whispering beautiful words of love in my ear, distracting me from my thoughts when he says 'I love you, Mione' and tries to bit my earlobe.
Those days when I can stay indoors reading one of my books, envisioning in my head the whole plot, imagining I am the protagonist of the story, seeing myself fighting the enemies and winning the battles. That I am the heroine.
But that is just a book. Those are only hundreds of pages. Those are only words.
In reality, Harry is the hero. And I like to think that I am his heroine.
That's enough.
No silly story, no imagination. Not just thousand of words telling a tale. Not a fantasy, not a dream. Not a heroine from a book.
And I am still indoors, like every cloudy Sunday in February, sitting on the sofa, with my children spread on the carpet reading like me or playing with Snuffles, with Harry's arms around me, his breath on my cheek, and his heart beating...
And my heart beats at the same pace as the rain when it starts crashing against the windows...
A rainy day, after all.
Author's note:
I was bored, I was writing nonsense... so here it goes. Two hundred and ninety seven words of nonsense. And it has been a long time since I last wrote HP fics.
Sorry if there are any mistakes. Please tell me if you find them. Thanks.
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Hope you liked it,
Mery