'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'You are my God, you are my dog You kept me close, love never lost I called you hippie, you said fuck off Said your brother's a real punk rocker Something's going to happen Something very soon Transcending flesh could be a breeze Sending me, Lord, over the moon
Friends near death, you gave respect Sympathetic intellect Choices are for one and all All we are is leaves that fall, that's all Water flowing and I will drink it I will drink for you A part of me left that only you knew Will never be understood'
The idea of death had been perpetual in the Potters lives, that could be said beyond just Harry and Hera. Once she'd accepted the possibility of her demise, at times even sought it out herself, with alarming frequency. For what she could honestly say was the first time in her life, Hera Potter was unwilling to accept hers so soon.
Godric's Hollow meant very different things between the two, a paradox of sorts in the lives that had ended and began in the family's first home. Hera was far less inclined to call it home as Harry might though understood its significance might've been somewhat skewed in his mind as a result of the change that had ensued because of it.
Until that point — the tender age of fifteen months — Harry's home had always been with James and Lily, while Hera had been shifted around owing to the inconvenience her very existence brought the family. Not that she blamed them, though she struggled to recall their faces she loved them still — James' skin uncharacteristically pale as though china; Lily having assumed her husband and firstborn dead along the corridor of their cottage as she awaited her demise.
Home by Hera's standard was almost incomprehensible, enigmatic as there'd been times she'd been so close to having that and times it had felt impossible for a girl like her. But she had that now, didn't she? And Hera could fully relax around him, trusting that he wouldn't be going anywhere — emotionally, at least. It was because of this she could allow herself to move further with him where otherwise might not have been possible.
"We should go out later, " Hera's brow furrowed, contemplating, "maybe stop by Fred and George's place... I think you'd find it really cool, "
