Time for Goodbyes

Time for Goodbyes

My eyes are closed.

I feel something brush against my hand.

I look down.

Your hand is white, scarred.

It tells thousand tales from all over the world.

Tales of love, war, betrayal.

You've seen all the things that I know nothing about.

And even more.

Your touch is warm,

it makes me feel safe.

Still there's something that tells me,

that I have no idea what I'm dealing with.

But that's just the thing I love about you.

You're so close, but still somewhere far away.

You speak little, but know so much.

Everytime I think I know all about you,

something new comes in.

Those are the things I love about you.

Yes, love.

The kind of love that a son has for father,

the most loyal love.

I have no idea what you feel for me,

but it doesn't matter,

for my own love is so strong.

I would do anything just to keep you close.

But I know it doesn't work that way.

You come and go whenever you want,

no power in this world can hold you against your will.

For it is your will that makes you so strong.

Your will has carried you through earth and water,

through fire and air.

Your will is the reason you are here now.

And whether you stay or leave,

it's up to you.

As much as I'd like to keep you here with me,

I know it won't work that way.

It's all up to you.

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Your eyes are closed.

I press my hand against yours.

It is so small, innocent.

It isn't hardened by work,

tanned by merciless sun.

It's a hand of one who has been safe.

My little one,

you've been safe for so many years.

You've been raised to be innocent, pure.

And that's what you are now.

I know you don't want to admit it.

For some reason,

you wanna be like me.

But you don't understand.

I've seen too much.

I've lost all the innocence you still have.

And that's why I love you.

You're something so unlike me.

I can't even think of you without that innocent look I've become so fond of.

I can see from your eyes, that you admire me.

And behind admiration, there's love.

I love you like a son,

you're the little boy I never had.

And you wanna be like me.

But I don't want you to change.

I love your innocence,

I love your pure mind.

Promise me you won't chance.

My little one, I hope you understand what I'm going to say next.

I hope you understand that my blood and heart tells me to do it,

and that if I let you come with me,

you will never be the same again.

I know you would like me to stay.

And I'd love to, but it's just not so easy.

I've been made to travel.

I've been made to experience.

And I have to follow my path.

So promise me you will understand.

Promise me you won't chance.

Because I will come back

When it is time for your own adventure,

I will be there.

Guiding you, teaching you everything I know.

For I can't let you down.

I will return.

And now...

"It is time for goodbyes, Harry."

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At number four, Privet Drive, a boy called Harry Potter woke up. He clutched his thin blanket and remembered the dream. And he cried.