Read My Mind

Then When Is Our Fight?

"I'm taking you home." Her father walked through the door, swinging it open. His pace was 3 times faster than his usual manner, but clearly he didn't care.

"What?"

"We are going home Ria, I didn't send you to here for this."

"No, wait, why?" She forced her father to sit down and talk to her.

"He's back, Ria. He's back." He said, tears were dripping down his face.

"I know, father, I know."

"Then why are you still asking? We are going home. This is not our fight, we are not part of this. I'm not doing this again." He grabbed her arm, as if he was ready to peel her out of the hospital bed and leave at this minute.

"Then what is our fight then, huh? Father? When they started searching and for snatching Legilimens again?"

Her father looked at her in shock.

"It's not your fault, father." She reached to hold his hand. "You thought he was going to make our life better, you thought he was going to help Legilimens live a normal life."

"How did you--"

"How did I know? How could I not know when you think about her every day?" When you think about her every waking moment? When you dream about her every single night...in unspeakable pain.

"You thought he was going to build a world better for wizards, a world that cherishes the gifted ones. And it doesn't matter if you have reached out to him first, father, he would have known sooner or later. Everyone knew there was blood of Legilimens in mom's family."

"But I let her go..." He bursted into tears, "I let her go. I should have fought her for, Oh Ria, I should have fought for her. Oh I should have..." He reached his hands out as if he was grabbing on to something, but there's on empty air.

"You stayed for me. Father." Ria whispered, reaching out for his hands. When her father finally stopped crying his heart out, she started talking again. His heart was long gone anyway.

"And mom made her own decision. It's not your fault." And it's not my fault. Ria finally convinced herself of that. For the longest time, she thought it was her fault that her mom had died. She had died protecting her, she had died for her.

"It is not our fight, but it will be if we choose not to fight, father. And I think, we have to choose something to believe, in order to fight. Just something." Something pure, secure, and powerful enough.

"Mom made her decision, and I need to make mine." She looked at her father in the eyes, with strength he had never seen before from her. At that moment, her eyes truly look like her mothers, they are the same, shining with determination and strong will.

Her father hugged her, and they were both in tears.

Over his shoulder, Ria could see Harry smiling at her. Perhaps believing in something could be helpful. If it could make Harry Potter smile after all he had been through, then Ria wanted something like that too.