"We are opposites, but we are one and the same.... No one could be for me and no one can be for you. We only have each other. Everyone can hate you and they can't change you. You are mine. And it makes me so desperate, I'd kill you to avoid seeing y...
You were raised by wolves and voices Every night I hear them howling deep beneath yourbed Theysaid it allcomes down to you You're the daughterof silent watching stones You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments
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In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more You are that space that's in between every page, every chord and every screen You are the driftwood and the rift, you're the words that I promise I don't mean We're drunk but drinking (Sunk but sinking) They thought us blind (We were just blinking) All the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold
Romeo, Juliet & Cinderella
"Please use it. At least one day a week."
"No, I don't want to."
"Lily leave her alone, you're going to torment her and she hasn't even come to school yet to be annoyed by Severus."
The red-haired woman recoils back with an exasperated gesture and to whom she was speaking, a short girl with bushy black hair smiles broadly, her round glasses falling down the bridge of her nose. She prances after the man with the same features. Black hair, messy, dense; dark as oil, uncontrollable like himself; small nose, round eyes, but less so than his daughter's. The most marked difference is that the man has the same features as her daughter. The most marked difference is that he has brown eyes while she has a stunning emerald colour.
So bright that they look like part of a spell. Standing apart and with some privacy, he stands at the girl's level, holding her hands.
"You're going to be away from home for a long time and I know it's going to be a bit complicated for you," he says gently and she nods, still smiling and excited, "but I want you to know that if you need help, you can send a letter. I'll help you as soon as I can, okay?"
"Yes daddy."
"And Harriet" gets his attention again. "No matter what way you want to show yourself, do it, okay? Don't let anyone stop you from that."
He nods and she hugs him tightly, letting herself sway back and forth. James Potter gives a sigh, looking over to where his wife shakes her head, accusingly glaring at him. Breaking away, Harriet runs and climbs onto the train and stands at the glass talking to her godfather Sirius Black.
James stands next to Lily and the awkwardness is accentuated to the extreme. As in every moment where he lets his daughter be and Lily wishes they could just a little bit of pressure. At the end of the day, she gets the impression that James is doing everything to make Harriet behave like a boy.
He wanted a boy. They were going to name him Harry.
So foolish was he that they called her "Harriet".
Lily had no problem with that. She was happy. She wanted a girl and she had one! Tiny, barely weighing a pound, too frail and sickly, but with too much spirit and the capacity to be an earthquake wherever she went. The problem began to emerge a few years later. Long hair annoyed her, she didn't like wearing a dress, she had a keen interest in quidditch and was easily bored by everything Lily considered good for her.
