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Over the trees of the far fields, from the windows of the pub, the peaks of the buildings of the boarding school bleed dark into the sky. From the first time you see him, you are captivated by the beautiful stranger who sneaks out to come and light the cracks of your world. Fascinated by his unending energy, the way life clatters under his skin, and the ever present clouds of misery which crowd his eyes when he isn't laughing, you find yourself inexorably drawn to him.
Aegon would run until his feet bled to get away, if it weren't for what he cannot leave behind. Every day you choke harder on the fear of staying there forever, becoming a piece of the furniture, thinly coated in the dust from the miners' uniforms. Tracing the cracks of hesitation, fear and relief as they bleed across his skin, you wonder if there is more to the depthless blame he wears and whether you could ever know anyone more interesting.
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About leaving home, and finding another.
'The entire situation wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t exactly have warning enough to check the forecast. Why he was running away was pressing heavily on the front of his mind. A bone-deep ache that pushed tears to his eyes, they were hot and irritating and he wanted desperately to wipe his eyes, but he didn’t have a hand and he couldn’t put the suitcase down for aforementioned reasons and-
Best stop thinking about it, else he really would cry.'
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“I am wholly and entirely passionate about being alive.”
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Here's what happened. James and Lily had died to protect their son. They had done it all for Harry, did everything they could to ensure his safety and happiness. All for Albus to dump him at Petunia's where he was neglected and abused.
Lily had seen it, sort of. The afterlife was weird like that. You could watch your living loved ones but not directly. It wasn't like turning on the telly and watching their lives. It was more of a feeling with flashes of memories. She could feel her son's pain, his confusion, his fear, his hopelessness. Every once in a while she could see him too, locked up in his little cupboard, not bothering to cry because he knew that tears would only bring more pain. She could feel his hunger, his desperation. It was eating her alive... Well... Not alive. That was the problem.
The afterlife was supposed to bring them peace, it was supposed to be their final resting place, but Lily couldn't rest, not when Harry was wasting away in some dark hole and nobody was doing anything to fix it.
She was his mother, and she was going to fix it. And if that ment dragging her husband and their new friend back through the veil to the land of the living, then so be it.
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05 Mar 2021