Yes, that is absolutely true, and I do like chocolate.
Not nearly as much as I like flying, but there are far worst things to eat. I wouldn't mind a glass of Butterbeer for that matter.
[It had that warm taste, and it was comforting in its familiarity, in its sweetness, and it would remind him of home.
Even if it wouldn't fix anything, it can help.]
I know, Hermione.
[And he does. He knows there's more than her friendship in all of it, and there's what's inside of him, and there's countless of numbers of people that have loved and cared and believed.] No, I thought you might be aware, but it's difficult to be prepared for how... awful. [Harry shakes his head.] It helps that I'm not the only one who knows.
[It does. It really does.
Harry looks at her, and her expression is calmer but he reads what's under it.]
You didn't see what those horcruxes-- well, you did. The diary was one of them. The watch had Ron leaving, angry and jealous. [There's so much darkness within a horcrux.
He doesn't know how it's not reached over from him to others. He's grateful it hasn't, but there's a part of him waiting for it to do just that.]
There likely is, and we have time now to figure it out.
[There's no deadline set by Voldemort. Harry wraps his arms around her, hugging her tight again, not wanting to linger on it for the moment when they have other things to contend with.
Maybe someone else will know something or if they all work it out, he doesn't-- he just doesn't want that darkness to pour out of him on to others, within himself.
Knowing about the horcrux, it answers questions but it brings up so many other questions that they can't answer. It hurts, and it's confusing to want to protect people from something that's a part of him, from wanting to shut down a part of himself that isn't his.] We can.
Thank you, Hermione. [He rubs a hand over his face under his glasses.] Maybe we ought to get some of that chocolate after all.
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Date: 2011-08-10 08:22 am (UTC)Not nearly as much as I like flying, but there are far worst things to eat. I wouldn't mind a glass of Butterbeer for that matter.
[It had that warm taste, and it was comforting in its familiarity, in its sweetness, and it would remind him of home.
Even if it wouldn't fix anything, it can help.]
I know, Hermione.
[And he does. He knows there's more than her friendship in all of it, and there's what's inside of him, and there's countless of numbers of people that have loved and cared and believed.] No, I thought you might be aware, but it's difficult to be prepared for how... awful. [Harry shakes his head.] It helps that I'm not the only one who knows.
[It does. It really does.
Harry looks at her, and her expression is calmer but he reads what's under it.]
You didn't see what those horcruxes-- well, you did. The diary was one of them. The watch had Ron leaving, angry and jealous. [There's so much darkness within a horcrux.
He doesn't know how it's not reached over from him to others. He's grateful it hasn't, but there's a part of him waiting for it to do just that.]
There likely is, and we have time now to figure it out.
[There's no deadline set by Voldemort. Harry wraps his arms around her, hugging her tight again, not wanting to linger on it for the moment when they have other things to contend with.
Maybe someone else will know something or if they all work it out, he doesn't-- he just doesn't want that darkness to pour out of him on to others, within himself.
Knowing about the horcrux, it answers questions but it brings up so many other questions that they can't answer. It hurts, and it's confusing to want to protect people from something that's a part of him, from wanting to shut down a part of himself that isn't his.] We can.
Thank you, Hermione. [He rubs a hand over his face under his glasses.] Maybe we ought to get some of that chocolate after all.