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[19 October] [Harry Potter] The Innocents
Title: The Innocents
Day/Theme: 19 October / we'll go no more a-roving
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Harry, Hermione and Ron
Rating: G
Word Count: 160
Better than all adventures are the hours spent before their last—
When all have retired it is only the three of them who cannot sleep. They, who face death with desperate bravery, suddenly yearn for the stench of trolls, for Polyjuice potion and all-night essays. It’s a narrow tunnel they’ve entered, with black lights all around, and its distant end could very well be a trick of the eye. Indeed, there is little to prove otherwise.
But—
They don’t think about this now.
Better than all adventures is ultimate recollection of them, grander now in the confines of memory than ever lived. And as night steeps into day and the fire extinguishes, there is an unspoken knowing: to step outside this room is to leave all that behind.
Are these still the children who, seven years ago, drifted like leaves to the shore of a castle? Who can say? They themselves must wonder as they kiss and finally say goodnight.
Day/Theme: 19 October / we'll go no more a-roving
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Harry, Hermione and Ron
Rating: G
Word Count: 160
Better than all adventures are the hours spent before their last—
When all have retired it is only the three of them who cannot sleep. They, who face death with desperate bravery, suddenly yearn for the stench of trolls, for Polyjuice potion and all-night essays. It’s a narrow tunnel they’ve entered, with black lights all around, and its distant end could very well be a trick of the eye. Indeed, there is little to prove otherwise.
But—
They don’t think about this now.
Better than all adventures is ultimate recollection of them, grander now in the confines of memory than ever lived. And as night steeps into day and the fire extinguishes, there is an unspoken knowing: to step outside this room is to leave all that behind.
Are these still the children who, seven years ago, drifted like leaves to the shore of a castle? Who can say? They themselves must wonder as they kiss and finally say goodnight.