Drabble: Another Mirror Broken, Harry Potter/Claire Bennet
Title: another broken mirror
Fandom: Harry Potter/Heroes
Characters/Ship: Harry/Claire
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: "He’s the boy who lived and she’s the girl who will live forever."
Author's Note: some connections I've noticed...
There comes a certain point when you spot patterns in your life, and finally you understand that these patterns are actually addictions.
Claire has an addiction for guys with dark hair...or is it the emo bangs?
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He’s the boy who lived and she’s the girl who will live forever.
With green eyes in wonder Claire asks, Are you like me?
Harry’s itching to push back a golden curl from her face.
He wets his lips before replying, Wh-what do you mean?
You can’t die, can you? she quietly anticipates his answer.
Oh, I can. I just-uh, haven’t yet.
He's entranced by her sad, little smile.
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Quiddich? Claire asks uncertain.
Harry can hear her Southern drawl buried somewhere in her syllables, and nods. Yeah. Quidditch.
Well I’ll have to see you play. Maybe cheer you on. She laughs.
He thinks he’d really like that.
He can't seem to ask if she'll wear her red cheerleading outfit.
He doesn't recognize she'd be wearing Gryffindor's colors if she did: the red in her uniform and the gold in her hair.
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Harry finds her crying as she overlooks Hogsmeade with the window open. She's sitting too close to the edge.
He's not afraid of heights, and apparently neither is she.
He sits beside Claire, and she quiets before looking at him.
I was just thinking- she begins softly. Everyone leaves me in the end.
He hesitantly takes her hand. I've been left behind as well.
He doesn’t know if he should let her get too close to him; those he cares about are always in harms way.
Claire can read the fears on his brooding face, that’s when she smooths out his dark bangs.
Harry, I’m indestructible. I can get as close as you want me to be.
He wants her really close.
He should have wiped away her tears. Maybe then her kisses wouldn’t have felt so wet.
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The future isn’t written in stone, Claire claims.
Harry tries to convince her they are written in crystal orbs.