drabble: discontent: harry

[marginalia]

[discontent] - harry
part of dorrito's every flavour mood beans.

He does not know how he survived before with the Dursleys. The days were endless, nearly identical, but he knew no other way. School days gave some variety, but escape was too far off for him to consider.

Now, summers in Little Whinging are torture. It is strange, because they will come to an end, an end that he can see, but the time ticks past slower than it ever did in Potions.

In the nighttime he kicks at his tangled sheets, the walls pressing in close around him. The pain comes in knowing how far this was to fall.

Comments

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

The drabble is lovely and sad, and I adore that icon. What a good boy, indeed.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you very much!

[dacro.livejournal.com]

Gah. Angsty!Harry. I wish I could take him home and cook for him until he was all fat and warm and happy.

Loved the Potions/time line. Perfect.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

"i cooked!"

<3

[dacro.livejournal.com]

woot! heh.

[dorrie6.livejournal.com]

The pain comes in knowing how far this was to fall.

Dude. That's brilliant.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

*bows* thank you!

[jenish.livejournal.com]

So much ♥