New Fic. Dreaming Into Walls. PW/HP - NC17 (eventually)
Title: Dreaming Into Walls.
Rating: (eventually) Nc17
Pairing: PW/ HP
Summary: Sometimes Expectations can be too much.
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There are a couple of reasons why the Weasley family broke as they did.
Harry had seen them as an outside observer to this family of bright redheads. He seen them and made no comment since it wasn’t his business.
Respectfully he felt their pain at the curly redheads sudden angry departure. He felt their pain and anguish… yet the more he thought about it to himself. The less it seemed complicated.
When Harry leaves the Dursley’s he knows that he won’t look back. They won’t look at him. He’ll have hateful memories that will stay with him for the rest of his life. But the Dursley’s won’t have that. They’ll keep the only son they wanted picture on the wall and forget he even existed.
And that was fine by Harry. He didn’t need to have the Dursley’s in his life.
But he thinks that with the Weasley’s that they do need all of them together.
It feels empty when they walk around and talk and there’s no one in the corner disapproving or saying vigils that no one else will agree.
It’s not Harry’s place to say anything.
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There’s a slight chill in the room that Harry’s sleeping in.
As he turns to find a more comfortable place he wonders if in this small room there are dreams in the walls that no one but Percy could have dreamt.
He wonders if there’s not dark secrets that he could steal from the corners of this dark room.
He wonders if there’s not a word that he could speak in order to reveal the images of those dreams that are only known to one person.
Would they be dark and painful like his are?
Or would they be blank as the snow sparkling in November?
His pitch black hair is splayed messily on the peach pillow as his green emerald eyes pierce through the darkness of the night.
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“Only that Git didn’t show up for Bill’s wedding.” Despite the smile that George has on his face the bitterness of his tone is sharp in it’s hurt.
Yet the identical redhead grins that same crazy grin.
Harry had never thought that he would be around for the day that the Twins would need to fake their humour.
He turns his head from what could be a slightly awkward situation. Drinking in the coolness of thick milk.
He wonders when the Weasley’s turned so cold.
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It shouldn’t matter to him.
But as he begins his life, without hope for the future. Without family whom he could call upon with his hopes, dreams…
Rating: (eventually) Nc17
Pairing: PW/ HP
Summary: Sometimes Expectations can be too much.
---------- ----------
There are a couple of reasons why the Weasley family broke as they did.
Harry had seen them as an outside observer to this family of bright redheads. He seen them and made no comment since it wasn’t his business.
Respectfully he felt their pain at the curly redheads sudden angry departure. He felt their pain and anguish… yet the more he thought about it to himself. The less it seemed complicated.
When Harry leaves the Dursley’s he knows that he won’t look back. They won’t look at him. He’ll have hateful memories that will stay with him for the rest of his life. But the Dursley’s won’t have that. They’ll keep the only son they wanted picture on the wall and forget he even existed.
And that was fine by Harry. He didn’t need to have the Dursley’s in his life.
But he thinks that with the Weasley’s that they do need all of them together.
It feels empty when they walk around and talk and there’s no one in the corner disapproving or saying vigils that no one else will agree.
It’s not Harry’s place to say anything.
---- ----------
There’s a slight chill in the room that Harry’s sleeping in.
As he turns to find a more comfortable place he wonders if in this small room there are dreams in the walls that no one but Percy could have dreamt.
He wonders if there’s not dark secrets that he could steal from the corners of this dark room.
He wonders if there’s not a word that he could speak in order to reveal the images of those dreams that are only known to one person.
Would they be dark and painful like his are?
Or would they be blank as the snow sparkling in November?
His pitch black hair is splayed messily on the peach pillow as his green emerald eyes pierce through the darkness of the night.
--- -----
“Only that Git didn’t show up for Bill’s wedding.” Despite the smile that George has on his face the bitterness of his tone is sharp in it’s hurt.
Yet the identical redhead grins that same crazy grin.
Harry had never thought that he would be around for the day that the Twins would need to fake their humour.
He turns his head from what could be a slightly awkward situation. Drinking in the coolness of thick milk.
He wonders when the Weasley’s turned so cold.
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It shouldn’t matter to him.
But as he begins his life, without hope for the future. Without family whom he could call upon with his hopes, dreams…