Harry almost stopped walking. Their fight of the night before was very much still on his mind, as much as he wanted to push it away, and so he knew exactly what she was referring to (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1290617.html?thread=65895545#t65895545). Suddenly very uncomfortable, he jammed his hands into his pockets and looked down at the floor, rough stone just a shade or two lighter than Sirius's eyes passing slowly underneath his feet as he walked.
Then there was silence. Awkward silence. For a while, Harry simply didn't know what to say. It was too late for her to treat him like a child - or to be able to order him around at all and to think she had any right disciplining him. But that didn't mean he thought it was too late for her to be his mother. He wanted her to be his mother. He didn't exactly know what that would entail either, because he was too old and she was too young. But that didn't change the fact that he really wanted it.
Finally, still looking at the floor, he spoke, his voice low, but clear. "Not all things."
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Date: 2007-05-26 09:00 pm (UTC)Then there was silence. Awkward silence. For a while, Harry simply didn't know what to say. It was too late for her to treat him like a child - or to be able to order him around at all and to think she had any right disciplining him. But that didn't mean he thought it was too late for her to be his mother. He wanted her to be his mother. He didn't exactly know what that would entail either, because he was too old and she was too young. But that didn't change the fact that he really wanted it.
Finally, still looking at the floor, he spoke, his voice low, but clear. "Not all things."