Remembrance
Harry remembered.
He remembered his mother’s voice as she sang him to sleep -a lilting tone that was beautiful and inhuman in a way that simply mesmerised all who heard. She was always so bright and ethereal.
He had always believed as a babe that nothing could hurt her. Even when the man caked in foulness had come.
It was only when she fell, unmoving, that he realised the truth.
Death came for everyone in the end.
He remembered his father grinning as he created colourful bubbles to make Harry laugh -he was so bright, burning with passion and joy.
And the laughter. So much laughter. He revelled in his mortality.
Unlike so many others, he recognised that his time was finite and he lived for every moment.
Be they Happy or Sad. Joyful or Painful. Every moment mattered.
Harry wasn’t surprised that he died.
Only that it happened so soon.
He remembered his uncle Padfoot letting him fly on a broom –after mother Padfoot was his favourite.
There was just something oh so feral -wild, free, more, mad- about him that spoke to him. He knew mother had felt the same. Even if she had claimed daddy as her own.
He sometimes wondered where Padfoot had gone. Never for long though.
Something always told him that it wasn’t time to focus on that yet.
And Harry ALWAYS trusted his instincts.
He remembered Moony- he hadn’t really liked him.
He was always so restrained –trapped, caged, scared, Subjugated, imprisoned– and Harry Hated it.
He hated it that something that had had so much potential had been collared. The fact that Moony had so obviously done it to himself, only made it worse.
Harry didn’t really care that moony was gone.
He even remembered the rat man who stank of fear and cowardice.
BETRAYER. That was what mother had called him when they were alone.
Harry never understood why she stayed, when she knew what he was going to do.
Was it loyalty to his father?
Or had she known something that no one else did?
Was it Fate that kept her there,
knowing that death was coming and could not be outrun?
Whatever it was, that night was nothing but a memory now.
Filled with flashes of green that were burned into his mind. And red. So. much. RED.