I used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes...
Who: Harry and anybody who wanders up.
What: For some people this holiday is a time to celebrate the women who brought them into the world. For Harry, it's something different.
When: Backdated to Mother's Day, 05/13
Where: A park in Attleton
Notes: About time to get back into the swing of things. Warning for major spoilers to The Dresden Files. Also, there will be angst.
It was a quiet enough spot, a small corner in a park in the least inhabited place in the city. He'd picked the location after a few days of scouting, a simple, undisturbed spot under the shelter of a large willow. It was perfect for what he'd come here to do. A few minutes of work was all it took and the pair of simple white wooden crosses took their place under the tree.
He didn't normally do anything for this day, he'd never had reason to, but recent events had changed his mind on things. Quietly, he knelt by one of the crosses thinking to himself for a second before finally speaking.
"Happy Mother's Day, sorry I couldn't do more." He glanced toward the one on his right, speaking quietly. "She's safe, Susan. Looks like you were right, my life really is no place for a kid."
Two memorials to two mothers, his own and the mother of his child. The woman he had killed to save his friends, his daughter and himself. In a second, he had been forced to abandon everything he believed about magic and how it was a force for life and good. He had killed her and enacted the darkest curse he had ever seen, the Red Court of Vampires was gone forever, Maggie was safe from them and so were countless others but the consequences still weighed on him. He'd never be the same and he knew it. He had been useless against the Darkness, leaving it up to kids and people with no powers while monsters and madmen murdered people. To make it worse, he wasn't sure that it wasn't for the best that he stayed out. He had accepted the power of the Winter Knight, he'd performed the death curse, both were black magic, corrupting forces of darkness heaped on top of other sins.
He'd be lying if he said that dying didn't bring some kind of relief, that he'd gone before he could become a monster. Now, here he was alive again but not quite kicking. He couldn't be like that anymore... if he was going to become a monster he'd go kicking and screaming, like he had done every time before.
"I'm sorry, Susan. For everything." He closed his eyes. People were dying. Monsters roamed the streets freely, human and otherwise, something he'd never been willing to tolerate. It was time to get back on the horse.
In a few minutes.
What: For some people this holiday is a time to celebrate the women who brought them into the world. For Harry, it's something different.
When: Backdated to Mother's Day, 05/13
Where: A park in Attleton
Notes: About time to get back into the swing of things. Warning for major spoilers to The Dresden Files. Also, there will be angst.
It was a quiet enough spot, a small corner in a park in the least inhabited place in the city. He'd picked the location after a few days of scouting, a simple, undisturbed spot under the shelter of a large willow. It was perfect for what he'd come here to do. A few minutes of work was all it took and the pair of simple white wooden crosses took their place under the tree.
He didn't normally do anything for this day, he'd never had reason to, but recent events had changed his mind on things. Quietly, he knelt by one of the crosses thinking to himself for a second before finally speaking.
"Happy Mother's Day, sorry I couldn't do more." He glanced toward the one on his right, speaking quietly. "She's safe, Susan. Looks like you were right, my life really is no place for a kid."
Two memorials to two mothers, his own and the mother of his child. The woman he had killed to save his friends, his daughter and himself. In a second, he had been forced to abandon everything he believed about magic and how it was a force for life and good. He had killed her and enacted the darkest curse he had ever seen, the Red Court of Vampires was gone forever, Maggie was safe from them and so were countless others but the consequences still weighed on him. He'd never be the same and he knew it. He had been useless against the Darkness, leaving it up to kids and people with no powers while monsters and madmen murdered people. To make it worse, he wasn't sure that it wasn't for the best that he stayed out. He had accepted the power of the Winter Knight, he'd performed the death curse, both were black magic, corrupting forces of darkness heaped on top of other sins.
He'd be lying if he said that dying didn't bring some kind of relief, that he'd gone before he could become a monster. Now, here he was alive again but not quite kicking. He couldn't be like that anymore... if he was going to become a monster he'd go kicking and screaming, like he had done every time before.
"I'm sorry, Susan. For everything." He closed his eyes. People were dying. Monsters roamed the streets freely, human and otherwise, something he'd never been willing to tolerate. It was time to get back on the horse.
In a few minutes.