You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin’ was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t.
Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He’s so smart, Jenny. You’d be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can’t read it. I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you.
Jenny, I don’t know if Momma was right or if, if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.
"Nobody wants a hero when there isn’t something to save."
I forget where I read that, and I’m probably paraphrasing, but that just stuck with me. Post War Useless and Unwanted Harry makes sense, not that its his fault, really. But heroes in peaceful times are trouble.
Harry hangs out at magical bars and picks up on young witches. “I was the boy who lived” works for the first 15 years or so, but then the bloom is off the rose and a lot of the women he’s talking to are asking “which boy? you look old enough to be my dad,” and he quits going out as much.
Eventually he starts acting a lot like Sirius did—erratic behavior, impulsive decision making—and though he tries to play at being an uncle to the young Weasleys, he’s the kind of adult you just don’t trust. Because although he shouldered the burden of saving the entire wizarding world, Harry Potter never actually grew up.
(he really, really needs LOTS of therapy).
REBLOGGING AGAIN FOR THAT PERFECTLY SAD, DARK ACCURATE BOLD
I love the books, but this makes way too much sense.~Chloe
Oh i would read those books. but I’m cynical like that
Oscar Isaac doing an acoustic cover of Katy Perry’s “Roar” = night made.