an old ficlet I just re-discovered
I don't think I ever posted this.
A very short little ficlet, written long before the Crappy-Canon-Addition.
Another attempt at dealing with the very end of the series. Scar. ;-)
The Prayer
If she had ever thought about this moment before, allowed herself to imagine this moment, she wouldn’t have imagined she would say something so simple.
If she had dared to imagine this moment, if she had been able to think of anything beyond keeping him safe from day to day, she would have hoped she could say something more profound, more meaningful, to let him know just how glad she was, how much she loved him.
But now that the moment was here- seeing him looking at her with a flicker of confusion in his eyes, rather disoriented for the moment (as Madam Pomfrey had said he might be, after the incredible power and magic he’d experienced)- all that came out of her lips were the most simple words ever. “It’s over.”
She managed to smile though the moment seemed too solemn for smiles, her fingers gently brushing one of the bruises on his temple. “It’s over, Harry. You’re safe.”
You’re safe…
The two words, spoken aloud, suddenly made her breath catch. He was safe. Now. He was safe… After seven years of Worrying-Over-Harry being her constant occupation, it was over and he was safe.
Oh there was still work to do, the wizarding world to be rebuilt, people reassured-but the danger was over. And Harry was safe.
“You’re safe,” she said again, her eyes meeting his, and somehow she knew all that she felt was in her eyes and in her tone as she said those words, all her relief and all her love in those words. You’re safe…
And it was almost a prayer.
He was safe.
And that was all she needed to know.
His eyes cleared and he managed to smile. Smile at her, smile for her.
And he knew things were going to be alright. It was over and she was safe and she was here, beside him.
“I- I love you,” he blurted out, watching how her smile spread to her eyes, making her look as beautiful as anything he had ever seen, despite the shadows under her eyes and smudges of dirt on her face and torn robes.
She didn’t say anything; she didn’t need to say anything. He could see her own love shining in her eyes telling him more than any words-even if he’d needed the words after all she’d done for him that told him better than anything else how much she loved him.
She only bent and kissed him, very softly, on the spot that would never burn him in the same way again, on the mark which had been his curse and all everyone saw when they looked at him for so long (everyone except her, who saw him as he was, simply Harry)… She bent and brushed her lips across his scar…
A very short little ficlet, written long before the Crappy-Canon-Addition.
Another attempt at dealing with the very end of the series. Scar. ;-)
The Prayer
If she had ever thought about this moment before, allowed herself to imagine this moment, she wouldn’t have imagined she would say something so simple.
If she had dared to imagine this moment, if she had been able to think of anything beyond keeping him safe from day to day, she would have hoped she could say something more profound, more meaningful, to let him know just how glad she was, how much she loved him.
But now that the moment was here- seeing him looking at her with a flicker of confusion in his eyes, rather disoriented for the moment (as Madam Pomfrey had said he might be, after the incredible power and magic he’d experienced)- all that came out of her lips were the most simple words ever. “It’s over.”
She managed to smile though the moment seemed too solemn for smiles, her fingers gently brushing one of the bruises on his temple. “It’s over, Harry. You’re safe.”
You’re safe…
The two words, spoken aloud, suddenly made her breath catch. He was safe. Now. He was safe… After seven years of Worrying-Over-Harry being her constant occupation, it was over and he was safe.
Oh there was still work to do, the wizarding world to be rebuilt, people reassured-but the danger was over. And Harry was safe.
“You’re safe,” she said again, her eyes meeting his, and somehow she knew all that she felt was in her eyes and in her tone as she said those words, all her relief and all her love in those words. You’re safe…
And it was almost a prayer.
He was safe.
And that was all she needed to know.
His eyes cleared and he managed to smile. Smile at her, smile for her.
And he knew things were going to be alright. It was over and she was safe and she was here, beside him.
“I- I love you,” he blurted out, watching how her smile spread to her eyes, making her look as beautiful as anything he had ever seen, despite the shadows under her eyes and smudges of dirt on her face and torn robes.
She didn’t say anything; she didn’t need to say anything. He could see her own love shining in her eyes telling him more than any words-even if he’d needed the words after all she’d done for him that told him better than anything else how much she loved him.
She only bent and kissed him, very softly, on the spot that would never burn him in the same way again, on the mark which had been his curse and all everyone saw when they looked at him for so long (everyone except her, who saw him as he was, simply Harry)… She bent and brushed her lips across his scar…