I am the whisper

I am the wind

I found him on the Quidditch pitch, down in his first match to date. I am with him throughout, rising when he rises, diving when he dives, zooming back and forth and holding my breath when it seems he might fall. He is an amazing flier. A seeker, like me. I am so proud of him. He nearly chokes on the snitch, but ( Read more... )

‘All right, Phillip…time to go home…go on now…’ He clapped him hard on the shoulder.

The shabby man raised his head from his folded arms, looking blankly ahead without focus. ‘Jus’ one more-’

‘No. And don’t expect me to carry you.’ He turned over the last few of the stools, stacking them on the bar while thinking longingly of his bed. He had ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I am not making any kind of profit off this. I am merely inhabiting these characters for a precious few moments.

Nightfall

The amber flood warmed his face as it always did. It was a fierce light, a light that gave the hills a golden glow on the warm summer's eve. It was reflected in the lake, and even ( Read more... )

"You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night."

-Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the ( Read more... )