I never thought I could hate someone- something, so much... that is, until I met Barbie.

It always fascinated me at how taken Harry was with bubbles. He would reach up and try to grab them but at the same time, save them. They popped each time. When I asked, he told me to think of them as lives. The next time, I found myself dancing with him.

You know what they say about the quiet ones. They oft tend to be the most dangerous of the crew. There was always something a little off about Harry. He never spoke a word. 'Just quiet' they said. Speech is such a corruptive tool...

After Lily died, he just needed someone to blame. Harry looked so much like her that it was almost too easy—impossible not to blame him for everything—everything that Lily could not do.

And at the end of the day, we sit at our separate tables. ONESHOT

'You should always silence a child in the dark...' Words we regard so religiously but nary take through. We live in our faith, shutting out those too hollow, but we fail to silence the screams that follow. Lily was a thing of faith. To her, Harry was not.

At night I would lay about the bed and close my eyes. Your beautiful smile would paint the skies and you eyes would scorch my soul. At night, I'd feel you lay with me… And the sleep would never come. IMPLIED SLASH SS/HP

You wish you were just an ordinary boy, and you dream sometimes... SLASH:LVHP