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31_days August 27 - HP - Tides
August 27: Wait for me whenever darkness falls - Tides - HP.
Don’t ask, I don’t know why I’m writing HP either 8D gen No less.
HP gen. [WTF. D:<] Not!really spoilers as it never names the dead, so assume or know.
Title: Tides
Day/Theme: Aug 27 / Wait for me whenever darkness falls
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Harry Potter.
Rating: PG
--
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose.
All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Helen Keller.
--
He has never seen the ocean, but he dreams of it often. Soft whispers of comfort in between the screams that rack his body with a terror he can’t even put a name to. Something nameless that lurks in ever marred crevice of his mind.
The water swirls against his bare feet, salt spray teasing against his ankles, just below where his faded and patch jeans are rolled-up, his toes sink in the damp sand, pressing foot prints which are washed away minutes, moments later.
Fog cloaks the rest of the abandoned beach - someone is in the distance, but no matter how much he calls, they always disappear into the distance.
--
To Harry Potter, the boy who lived, who is sometimes considered a savior, a deity, others the devil’s advocate, or perhaps the devil himself, these are the ways of life.
He lives on even as those most precious to him are taken one by one. Even as he wonders “Who next?” who next will be ripped, absconded away, living only on the primordial beach that he dreams of, the intermission between the nightmares, a semi-nightmare in itself.
He lives on, they do not. That is life.
--
The beach is no longer deserted, he can hear voices far out in the distance, but can’t quite reach them no matter how hard he tries. Each time there’s more voices, each one he recognizes, but he never can see them through the fog, but he knows who they are.
He lives on, they do not. Or perhaps it’s the opposite, maybe he died long ago, and they live on without him. He often wishes that was the case.
--
Morning creeps in, ever so silent, and the beach disappears for a time, a moment, a second. He knows it will return, know it is the closest thing to solace he has within his grasp, and he would not know how to react if it ever did leave.
Tides of his life go in, out, and back in again. He graduates, travels. Decides to see the ocean, feel the ghosts that visit him nightly, make them tangible and place his mind closer to them.
The sky is full of seagulls, feathered, plain and almost ugly birds, their screeches fill the air,
sunlight fades into dusk and night comes in on sleek shadows which creep in and fall in step beside him. Hello, my friend.
Then, there is nothing but the sound of the beach, of the waves coming in, out. He closes his eyes, and imagines faces, people who once knew, people who once lived, once loved him.
It feels like comfort.
Don’t ask, I don’t know why I’m writing HP either 8D gen No less.
HP gen. [WTF. D:<] Not!really spoilers as it never names the dead, so assume or know.
Title: Tides
Day/Theme: Aug 27 / Wait for me whenever darkness falls
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Harry Potter.
Rating: PG
--
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose.
All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Helen Keller.
--
He has never seen the ocean, but he dreams of it often. Soft whispers of comfort in between the screams that rack his body with a terror he can’t even put a name to. Something nameless that lurks in ever marred crevice of his mind.
The water swirls against his bare feet, salt spray teasing against his ankles, just below where his faded and patch jeans are rolled-up, his toes sink in the damp sand, pressing foot prints which are washed away minutes, moments later.
Fog cloaks the rest of the abandoned beach - someone is in the distance, but no matter how much he calls, they always disappear into the distance.
--
To Harry Potter, the boy who lived, who is sometimes considered a savior, a deity, others the devil’s advocate, or perhaps the devil himself, these are the ways of life.
He lives on even as those most precious to him are taken one by one. Even as he wonders “Who next?” who next will be ripped, absconded away, living only on the primordial beach that he dreams of, the intermission between the nightmares, a semi-nightmare in itself.
He lives on, they do not. That is life.
--
The beach is no longer deserted, he can hear voices far out in the distance, but can’t quite reach them no matter how hard he tries. Each time there’s more voices, each one he recognizes, but he never can see them through the fog, but he knows who they are.
He lives on, they do not. Or perhaps it’s the opposite, maybe he died long ago, and they live on without him. He often wishes that was the case.
--
Morning creeps in, ever so silent, and the beach disappears for a time, a moment, a second. He knows it will return, know it is the closest thing to solace he has within his grasp, and he would not know how to react if it ever did leave.
Tides of his life go in, out, and back in again. He graduates, travels. Decides to see the ocean, feel the ghosts that visit him nightly, make them tangible and place his mind closer to them.
The sky is full of seagulls, feathered, plain and almost ugly birds, their screeches fill the air,
sunlight fades into dusk and night comes in on sleek shadows which creep in and fall in step beside him. Hello, my friend.
Then, there is nothing but the sound of the beach, of the waves coming in, out. He closes his eyes, and imagines faces, people who once knew, people who once lived, once loved him.
It feels like comfort.
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He lives on, they do not. Or perhaps it’s the opposite, maybe he died long ago, and they live on without him. He often wishes that was the case.
i can definitely see him thinking that... and i can definitely see him seeking out that ocean of his dreams and finding comfort in it... a wondeful piece!
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[and I still need to read the latest book ~ It might be in stock in the libraries by now.]