HARRY POTTER.
Harry stares eagerly out the window, marveling at the symmetrical beauty of America from 40,000 feet up. The sun’s beginning to set as signaled by the lights below. He already knows he won’t be sleeping tonight. He braves a glance over his shoulder at Alice, who had cheerfully informed him earlier that he was, quote, “going to stay with them,” as if he had no choice in the matter. She gives him a sweet and encouraging smile, and he’s so unsettled by the fact that she looks like she was expecting him to look that he gives her a thumbs up before quickly turning back around and cursing his entire existence. A thumbs up, of all things.
He casts a sideways glace at the very quiet Bella. He wonders where she’s been his whole life - somebody to arrive and take him away. He’d felt a certain kinship with her from the moment he saw her, some unspoken knowledge had passed between them. His job had been to lead the tourist humans to the Volturi, an honour he had never been bestowed before. Little did he know what it would entail until Bella wordlessly ushered him from the crowd with her vampire peers and eventually filled him in on the fact that she’d saved his life.
He was stunned. He had trusted the Volturi. They had taken him in, a young, half-starved orphan who’s abusive Aunt and Uncle had raised him with distain until he outgrew them. Who’s only living relative worth the title (his godfather Sirius Black, a solitary vampire) had died, leaving him grief stricken and vulnerable. The Volturi had made him feel wanted and needed. To know that he was to be responsible for mass murder… he felt sickened. It was much too high of a cost. He nervously tries unsuccessfully to flatten his hair as he breaks the silence.
“Hey…” Emerald eyes fix themselves on her, waiting for a disruption in the numbness. “I just wanted to say, I can’t thank you enough or saving my life.” He smiles at her tentatively. “And from what I was about to do.” The smile is lost as quickly as it came. “I don’t think I could live with myself knowing I’d been responsible, for-” he breaks off, unable to finish the sentence.
Closed starter for @agnelino :~)
SO THANKFUL NO ONE COULD READ INTO HER, mind under lock & key, and probably much for the sanity of everyone else; always a quiet mind anyways, it’s whispers and mechanisms were entirely her own. her un-settlement worked through her like an illness; what kind of ingredient was she being forced to be, in this emotional cocktail? nothing could’ve possibly challenged her more than everything that’s unfolded in the last 48 hours. she went from nearly drowning in the ocean, to pushing off jacob to go with alice to save edward from a self-sacrifice he deemed NECESSARY under the pretense that bella herself was dead, to confronting the volturi – and having them know of her existence being bad enough, she had to listen to their slaughter’s; spare the boy she’d desperately pulled out of their reach. the events almost blur together as they cloud over with the shock she’s in, but she remembers the panicked feeling of doing nothing, and edward telling her ‘ NOT TO – ‘ as she latched to the boy she now know’s is named HARRY.
a commercial flight was one way to, ironically, ground her back to reality; pull her head out of an existential crisis, if she could manage as much, and figure out what to do next. no matter how logical she approaches the concept, it’s all torn down with emotional ‘if, and’s and but’s’ that can balance no scale. she’s glad to have the boy, harry, with her – she offers to sit with him on the plane, eagerly, but is quick to remain wrapped up in herself; silent, dazing in and out, brunette stands curtaining her. she had no plans to speak, and only hopes she doesn’t come off as too stand-offish, but there felt like no way to encapsulate the level of anguish she holds in her body enough to hold up small-talk. she really does try, when he initiates it. she turns her head to him, and a bare hint of a smile is returned, something empathetic.
❛ – you don’t need to thank me, ❜ she murmurs, tone hushed, ❛ i did the least i could do and. i’m glad that i helped you. but i know it’s never going to be enough, looking back again and again. maybe sometimes we have to live with ourselves in that way .. but we can’t let the burden weigh us down with every step. ❜ WOW, BELLA. way for covering up your crisis. ❛ – but really. don’t worry about it. the cullen’s will help you. i’ll help you, too. ❜
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