I will lay here in wait for the time i can wake and have you by my side, safely with me, in a world with no wars, and just sleep.

Can I scream and yell. Can i call and tell, and whisper. I love you.

Maybe it is just a dream, rolling into my tired head, nonsensical ideas of magic and evil over lords a new, of you as our savior; of my life without you and how it leads to my death.

He will want to know you, want to be like you, want to know what i can tell him of you. what would you have me do though, not say a word or lie? hold my breathe as my heart aches and screams i loved him more than anyone i have ever known. what then?

And I watch as you give them love; and i can't help but wish it was me.

Don't run away, or pretend to care like I'm your child, for all that I am your responsibility, you belong to me when no one else is around. don't let your wife think you are hers, it's just a lie, you belong to me, and better, you seem not to mind.

As he sits idle in the headmistress' office, he looks to the man with the emerald eyes, and the woman with a lions mane, and thinks upon their children ad the trio that they had created, and mourns for what could have been.

time could not tell what shaped him, could not help but fell scaried for him, could not say a thing.

a brief telling of the history of one Albus Dumbledore's twinkle.

with lingering insomnia, harry thinks back the relationship of one sirius black, and remus lupin, and how the memories he has of the later generation help him predict the future of the new generation, after all whats in a name?

Its not til their children are older, one out of school, the other fast approaching graduation, and the last not too far off, that she comes to the conclusion that her husband married her out of grief, needing comfort, that he had never loved her.

Harry recalls times when he walks in on Teddy, and how they were always supposed to be brothers. second generation marauder bonding.

the chance that war heros didn't have, and how harry is always an exception.

Harry Potter looks at the relationship between his son james and his unoffical son teddy, and how he wouldn't have minded if it was a bit more. basicly what the title says.