Nov 01, 2009 00:22
He was walking on the hill at Bain again though he didn't feel as cold,
"Hello, Sam."
When he turned there was Harry but whole yet he felt dead, "What are you doing here?"
"Been a while since you batted any wickets."
Harry smiled though it didn't quite reach his eyes, "We kept fighting."
"I'm sorry, Harry, but how are you here? Did he get to you?"
"No, guess we should have believed you more when you answered our questions."
"You didn't need to know before. I never thought things would happen like that."
"You fought him, chose the path that honor takes."
"I lost and you died."
"Went down swinging."
There's a shift in the air, colder and from the North and they both look towards where the Wall would be,
"Time for me to go. Remember take the path that honor takes."
"Harry?"
He wakes up with his burns hurting again and stares at the fire for a while before he can fall back to sleep. Its hard to imagine Harry or any of the boys from Somersby wanting anything to do with him, now Harry won't be able to keep playing cricket or leaping over things. Nightmares are easier than this guilt which he earned by failing so horribly.
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